His shotgun was empty. He had one more box of ammunition, but was too exhausted to reload it. He reached into his mokeskin pouch. The handgun still had a few bullets left.
He pointed it at his godson and pulled the trigger.
Teddy woke with a start, the sharp pain in his head making him cry out. He clutched his forehead and felt something wet; when he pulled his hand away, it was red and sticky. His chest hurt as well from the seatbelt, and he unbuckled himself, breathing heavily and trying to hold back the tears.
He looked around. The glass from the windshield and one of the windows had been shattered, and the front of the car was scrunched up like a horrible mockery of an accordion against the tree they must have hit. Outside his window, he could see a deer galloping away in the eerie red light from the back of the car that must've still worked.
He turned to his left and saw his godfather slumped over the steering wheel, blood pouring from his face.
"Uncle Harry?" he spoke up, wiping blood out of his eyes. His forehead and chest really did hurt quite a bit; maybe Uncle Harry had some dittany with him or knew some healing spells. "Uncle Harry?" he tried again when his godfather didn't move. He reached out an arm and shook Uncle Harry's shoulder, but he remained still.
"…Daddy?" Teddy tried. That usually got a reaction; he knew Uncle Harry wasn't his real daddy, that a man called Remus had died during the war, but he had always viewed his Uncle Harry as his father.
He had no one else, after all.
"Daddy?" he tried again, louder this time. Uncle Harry still didn't move.
"…Please wake up," Teddy pleaded, sitting up in his seat and shaking Harry harder. "Please don't leave me alone…"
Please don't leave me too…Not you…
He shook his godfather so hard that he fell into the door on his side. Teddy took a good look at his face; his eyes were open and glassy.
"…Stop playing," said Teddy. "I know you're awake, now move!" He shook Uncle Harry as hard as he could, but there was still no reaction. Teddy started to cry. "WAKE UP!" he screamed, pounding on Uncle Harry's shoulder.
Nothing.
A bright light flashed in the corner of his eye; Teddy turned and saw another car coming and scrambled for the door. It was stuck; he had to kick it open. He ran out to the side of the road, waving his arms and yelling for it to slow down, but it just swerved around him and drove on. The same thing happened to the next two cars that came careening down the road: No one helped him.
No one wanted to help him.
No one wanted him.
He was alone.
Teddy screamed.