Disclaimer: J.K.R. owns everything "Harry Potter". I only own my words.
War. It gets to the best of us.
It hurts.
It kills.
It starts.
It finishes.
However most of all, it is never forgotten.
I remember my first day in battle. I had heard all the god-awful stories, deaths, and such. I was crazy nervous. However, I would not admit it. To anyone. I could not. I had to be strong. I had to be strong for those who were not, who could not.
I almost died that day. I remember so clearly, as if it had just happened, as if I am reliving it again.
I had just watched someone I knew die, get killed. The first death I saw. I was shocked, mortified, paralyzed. Out of nowhere a Death Eater came. It saw me as fresh bait. Luckily, he was there. He saw just in time. He acted just in time. He died just in time. In time for me.
I never got to say thanks. I ran after that. I could not do it. I could not deal with it. I just could not. I finally understood war. It truly does get to the best of us. It hurt me. It killed him. It started with me. It finished without him.
War. It gets to the best of us.