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Keep your mind on the task.
It's not easy, my mind isn't as sharp as it used to be.
I have a whole group of witches and wizards to lead to safety.
But perhaps it's time to finally step down. I can just about see Nymphadora flying with expert skills and as her mentor I feel nothing but pride.
Her husband is flying too. He knows the risks, he's a smart one, he'll be safe.
Kingsley is as good as you get them. If had to go against my own golden rule and trust someone, it would be him.
Hagrid is as loyal as you can get. Not something I approve of but in this instance his loyalty to Harry may just be what saves Harry's skin.
Arthur and Bill were there in the first war. They know the pressure and they will make it through this.
And finally the kids.
Or rather young adults.
They are less experienced than the elders but by no means are they inexperienced.
The Weasley twins have their heads firmly on their shoulders, despite the prankster reputation that they carry.
Granger and young Mr. Weasley are good friends-as they should be. They have it in them to battle this out. They must. They will
Lastly Bill's woman. I know little of her. But she is part veela and they are known for their battle skills and ruthlessness. She was also a Triwizard Champion. One of the few girls to make it into the championships. She may look like a blonde, harmless doll, but I am told she is a tiger inside.
Let's hope her tiger roars when needed.
And then there is me. I'm a born fighter. I've lived, seen and fought through the first war. This one could be a lot more messy. With Dumbledore dead, people are quickly losing hope. Even the ministry seems to be dwindling. It's up to the aurors and the public to stop this mania.
I know I'll do my part. I can die today, I know that. But there is also the possibility that I can live through this...I've been lucky many a-times. Perhaps I'll get lucky again.
In the distance I can just about make out the seven Harry Potters. If I hadn't known he was with Hagrid on the motorbike, it would have been almost impossible to tell the fakes from the real.
Good. Our disguises work. Fleur was smart to suggest the stuffed owls and cages.
Most of us here today are either all Gryffindors or aurors. On top of that most here are close to the Potter boy.
They'll fight their hardest if the need arises. Of that, I'm very sure.
Finally it is just myself and Mundungus flying. I cannot see anyone anymore.
I'm looking straight ahead, not worried about him. He knows where we have to go, he can fly himself.
I fleetingly look around at my companion but all I see is a streak of black hair and robes...he's left! The coward!
I'm surrounded by black hooded people. Death eaters, no doubt.
I waste no time and pull out my wand, already silently issuing hexes and curses towards the death eaters.
Dodging them is the more difficult part but I have little choice. My best bet is to keep them at bay by putting up a shield charm but then I can't hex any myself.
I decide to play to my advantage...the track. I know where I'm going, they don't.
I veer completely to the left and after a little while I find myself right beside Kingsley.
He's also surrounded by death eaters, ones which are just as vicious as the ones I was dealing with. But now there are two of us, and we happen to be slightly better trained in this than they are.
I look towards my fellow friend and companion and I know that he understand too.
There must be someone who is a double agent. Pretending to work for us but actually feeding secret information to the Riddle himself.
In my one second lapse of concentration I am suddenly in direct wand range of Tom Riddle himself. His face is grotesque and lifeless.
And unfortunately for me, the last thing I will see. I'm annoyed that I didn't see him approaching even with my rotating eye.
I don't have time to discuss anything with Kingsley or confirm my theory or... fly anywhere else and as the green light approaches me, I can only mentally slap myself.
I'm always laying out words of wisdom.
Keep focused...
Do your duty...
Constant Vigilance.
Yet, when it comes down to it, I'm the one who seems to have failed to adhere to my own words of caution.
But that is okay. My time is over. It's the next generation's chance to shine.
It's your turn, step up and take it. If you've got the guts to hang on you can make it.
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