They say it all ends at the beginning. How right they were that night.
He hadn't counted on her to end the mission, he hadn't counted on anything, except for it to end. He could still vividly remember what had happened. His team had been on the receiving end of a trap set by a group of wizard terrors, trying to make the third war. Someone had lead them to this trap, but he couldn't figure out who it could have been. At that point, he immediately had called for help, since they had walked right into it.
"Are they coming yet?" a voice had yelled over at him, but he couldn't make out his face, because of the dirt that was all over them. Smoke emitted from everywhere and James sighed.. This wasn't going to end well.
"Not sure!" he yelled back as he disarmed another one of the attackers.
And then, a second after it, a few things happened at once. Help had arrived, apparating right into the middle of the battle. To his horror though, his fiancé, looking as mad as ever, in her white blouse and skinny jeans, had come with them. "What in the world Sarah! I told you to stay at home!" He yelled at her, getting her attention for a second, a curse slipped right past her, almost hitting her. His heart constricted at the image.
"And let you die James? Seriously, you don't get to give me orders, because I'm your..." both their eyes widened, when she felt and he saw, the curse hit her. She had trouble breathing, and felt her legs and arms give, no energy to do anything, and she fell.
"Noo!"
He had waited and waited and waited.. But she never woke up. Weeks he had stayed at her bedside at St. Mungo's, but never gained a response. Her heart was weak, they didn't when or if she would wake up ever again. And he had cried, mourned..