Disclaimer: Not Jo. Don't sue.
(A/N) I thought I'd italic significant words. This ultimately was written in Tonks' POV but it could pretty much pass for anyone's. Enjoy:
This is when you know what, who, is important to you. And it's not when you think. When you're sitting in the Burrow, enjoying everyone's company, smiling. No. It's now, when you're fighting, leading. It's impossible to feel anything more for anybody then you do at this time. Now.
And all at once everyone feels so powerful, so bold. They want to fight for what they believe in. They are strong and beautiful, protecting. They are listening and waiting, for directions, higher the stakes.
When all you can do is allow your heart to pulse and the mutual love, reverence, compassion to thrive in the undeniably frazzled, thick, atmosphere.
Premature knowledge of the mechanics of war burn through your brain. You look at them, magnificence and passion and love personified. It's like an imperturbable high, only for those who can stand being there, for others, the younger generations. Like you, they didn't start this. Live through the tugging of heartstrings.
And then you realize how lucky you are, in fact, to feel such strong things for people. For it to be reciprocal. For anybody that makes it through this is not proud anymore than those who don't. They should be truly proud.
