"Prepare to have your fiendish, werewolf life extinguished, Lupin," said Yaxley.
"I do not take such comments lightly from my inferiors, Yaxley," Remus jeered.
"Two against one. You do not stand a chance," Dawlish retorted.
"We shall see. Begin!" shouted Remus. But he was caught off guard.
"Stupefy!" Yaxley shouted.
"Protego!" Remus yelled just in time. Remus and his opponents were throwing spells and jinxes at each other with equal force. It seemed that two against one was working against the former Auror. "Stupefy!" Remus cast at Dawlish. It hit him square in the chest. "Just you and me now, Dawlish."
"Not for long!" shouted Dawlish.
"Remus!" a voice shouted.
"Avada Kedavra." Dawlish cast the curse at the owner of the voice. Nymphadora Lupin dropped dead. Remus looked who the curse hit. When he found the answer, he might as well have been Stupefied and Confunded at the same time. He was anguished.
