Famous Last Words
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Written for the HPFC Idiom Challenge by Cuban Sombrero Gal under the prompt "Famous Last Words".
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Gideon and Fabian Prewett had always been playful. They often said things they didn't mean, and twice as often didn't say things they did mean. They would play tricks on their sister, Molly, and they wouldn't apologize but every time she knew that they were sorry for embarrassing her; they just couldn't say it. They weren't sorry that they had played the trick, or what the trick was, or even that she was the victim, but it was a secret between them that they were still sorry all the same and even though they would keep doing it, that was the truth.
After school, they joined the Auror Corps. They were needed to help with the rising threat of Voldemort, and they rose eagerly to the challenge. The spells they had once used to have fun were used to distract their enemies so that someone else could stun them, and they were sorry that such innocent tricks had been turned into weapons of war. They weren't sorry that the spells were useful or that they used them, rather that the things they once associated with their innocence were being tainted by the darkness that was the War with Voldemort.
Eventually, they felt less like they were making a difference, until Albus Dumbledore approached them, and they joined the Order of the Phoenix. They weren't sorry that they passed restricted, Ministry information on to Dumbledore. They were sorry that they couldn't tell Molly how much more danger they were in than she thought, but they wouldn't say it aloud. Gideon knew, and so did Fabian. No one else had to know.
There was a lot of things they were sorry for, in the end. Gideon was sorry for putting crickets in little Bill's hair, Fabian for poking fun at Molly for marrying a Weasley (ad the seventh son of a seventh son, no less! She was going to have a full brood of children, he'd said). Gideon was sorry for not asking Marlene to marry him when he had the chance; Fabian was sorry for not getting up the courage to ask Dorcas out on a date. They were both sorry for getting into this mess in the first place.
Both panted from exertion, leaning back on each other as they faced their opponents. Five Death Eaters had been sent to the flat they shared, and leading them was Antonin Dolohov, though neither registered that much. They were supposed to visit Molly and Arthur for dinner that night.
Green light came from all sides.
"Sorry Molly..."
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A/n: Not actually sure why I wrote it this way... hm. Oh well; it was kind of fun. I haven't written any Marauder Era/Old Order stories in over two years, so this was kind of fun (discounting Killing Time to Damage Eternity, I mean).