And so I'm rereading OotP and I decided that I must write something about the Order. (Actually, I say this a lot and never acually get around to it.. oops.) 'Chapters' (as I suppose you'd call them) will be varying lengths, this first one is rather short.
Fabian Prewett.
Molly used to joke that we couldn't survive if we were separated. Maybe she should've take Divination at school, because dammit, she was right.
Dumbledore sent us out for a mission—top secret business you see. There supposedly wouldn't be too much resistance.
Supposedly.
First there were two, just the two we were tracking. Simple enough, one on one.
A third joined and it was trickier, I stood back to back with my brother, each of us taking turns on the newcomer into the fray.
The damned Death Eaters alerted one another, be it by the stupid marks, I'll never know. I know though, that two more of them joined in. It was taken everything I had to avoid the green shots of light that one of them was sending flailing around. I made my shots quick and accurate.
A weight hit me heavily from behind. One thought raced through my brain at first; convincing me someone had thrown themselves at me.
But I turned around and kept my back to the wall and at my feet didn't lay a masked figure. His face was unmasked, bruised, bloody and oh, so like my own.
A strangled sort of yelp escaped my throat.
I lashed out, abandoning any pretense of thoughtfulness. My own curses flew around carelessly and I was so consumed by my own anger that I allowed that one beam of green light to find me.
Molly used to joke that we couldn't survive if we were separated.
Thoughts?