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I'm really glad everyone liked the last chapter! This is the last 'random' POV for part II, and that's all I'll say about that.

A couple people have asked me if I could list all of the present scene chapters in part I. To be honest I have a list, but I am not 100% sure if I have all of them on it. I would have to comb through part I again, and I don't really have the free time to do that at the moment. If anyone is interested in my hopefully complete list then you can PM me about it!

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"I hope to arrive to my death,
late,
in love,
and a little drunk."

- Atticus

"Gideon, you have to let him go," Fabian rasped. He winced as he tried to peer around the wall they'd hidden behind. Fabian's hand was pressed to his side, and his warm blood was oozing between his fingers from a sizable wound.

The night started with merriment. James Thomas met a Muggle girl at the beginning of the war, and they'd gotten engaged not long after. Unbeknownst to everyone aside from Gideon and Fabian, they had a son, Dean.

James Thomas announced that they were planning to get married at the end of the month. A wedding was the last thing on anyone's mind these days, but it felt right. The Prewett brothers decided to take him out for drinks to celebrate.

"You tell her about magic yet?" Gideon asked as he threw back the rest of his pint. There were hardly any secrets between the two best mates, but James was fairly cryptic whenever he spoke of the woman he loved.

(James's Muggle fiancée was blissfully ignorant of the Wizarding World, and he'd planned on introducing her to his parents soon. He'd lied and said they lived in South America. He told her they would be coming over soon to help prepare for the wedding, when in reality, they lived in Kent.)

James Thomas smiled sheepishly, "no."

Fabian's jaw dropped, "you have a child together, and you're about to get married, but you haven't told her about magic yet? Are you crazy?"

James shrugged, "somehow, I've never found the right opportunity to bring it up…besides, she doesn't know about the war, plus this way it's safer for her and Dean."

"Mate, he hasn't even told his parents about them yet," Gideon says with a sombre smile.

Fabian frowned, "I— does that make it better somehow?"

"No, just stating facts."

Fabian groaned, rubbing a hand down his face and asked, "what did you tell her when you got injured a couple months ago?" James Thomas had encountered Bellatrix out on a raid, and the serpent's prowess at duelling had taken out almost half their forces on her own.

"Accident at work," James Thomas replied softly. It was obvious that she hadn't been convinced at the time.

"You are going to tell her soon, aren't you?"

"I will. Before the wedding. I swear."

The trio had been strolling down an alley in Muggle London, arms round each other's shoulders, singing and highly inebriated. They rarely let themselves exist outside of the war.

Fabian was no stranger to loss. His Father's passing ripped an irreparable hole in his heart, and tore his family to shreds. Molly's strained relationship with their Mother had reached a breaking point and the witches refused to speak to each other. The only consolation during that time was that he'd been sick for a long time, so it wasn't as devastating a shock to his system.

(Truthfully, Fabian was partially relieved that his Father wasn't suffering terribly anymore.)

Marlene McKinnon. A witch whose incredible intellect he'd admired during his tenure as a Professor. She was dating a Gryffindor and he found that information mildly interesting at the time. It wasn't until they met again at her Graduation and that first Order meeting that he allowed himself to see her as anything more. And Merlin was she more.

After he lost her, Fabian became disenchanted with reality for over a year. Marlene's brutal murder broke something important inside of him. He'd wanted to escape the war and get as far away as he could, but instead he stayed because his family needed him. His Mother relied on him on a daily basis, and he knew that Molly and her would never make amends if left to their own devices. So, he stayed.

Fabian turned to look at his brother, his pulse quickening as everything around them slowed down. Gideon was cradling James Thomas's limb body, sobbing silently as he rocked his dead friend in his arms. They hadn't even seen the dark green spell coming, but James pushed Gideon out of the way and died instantly in his stead.

The two brothers snapped the reins attached to their mental faculties, and regained enough cognitive ability to retrieve their wands and take cover around a corner. Gideon had dragged his best mate's body as he shot off nasty spells. Fabian had gotten clipped during their retreat.

"Fuck, this is not how I wanted to die," Fabian snarled.

Anti-apparition wards have been thrown up, Fabian thought with a sense of morbid finality.

A wet sob caught in Gideon's throat as he looked up at his older brother. Fabian couldn't bear to see the absence of the mirthful light normally trapped in his baby brother's eyes. Gideon always found the best in a situation, even when it was smothered in tragedy.

"We're not going to die, Gid," Fabian huffed out. He could hear several sets of heavy footfalls thudding across the cobblestones, approaching them without fear or reservation. As if they thought they'd already won.

"If we do die…then we aren't going down without a fight. That just wouldn't do," Gideon whispered, his eyes flicking from his brother's wound up to his face. "But, if we do go, then it was me that ate the last piece of Nana's pumpkin pie—"

"I know," Fabian smiled weakly. "I love you too, Gids."

"Thanks for putting up with me all these years," Gideon sniffed.

"Thank you for being you, Gideon," Fabian said with tender affection.

A brief smile graced his brother's features, and with iron determination, Gideon said, "let's give them hell!"

Gideon carefully extracted himself from his best mate, his lip trembled as he closed the man's eyes. He hopped to his feet, wand raised. He glanced at his brother once more, and with a curt nod and a feeble smile he dashed around the corner with a vengeance. Fabian heard the telltale sounds of duelling kick up.

Fabian aimed a numbing and a healing spell at his wound; mainly to stop the bleeding. It was a temporary patch with little finesse, but it was the best he currently had at his disposal. Fabian closed his eyes, drank in a deep breath, and without another thought, followed his brother into battle.

Fabian didn't know how much time had passed. The Prewett brothers had held their own, and successfully dispatched the five Death Eaters, but they'd also paid a hefty price. Their injuries were substantial, and without immediate medical assistance they had no chance of survival.

Fabian was staring up at the inky sky, and somehow the darkness contorts into wild black curls. A witch formed out of the starlight, and she came into stark focus. Hazel eyes, a mischievous smile, and mystery shrouding her like a veil; Hermione Potter.

Why did I forget her? Fabian wondered. He blinked, his eyelids were getting increasingly heavy by the moment.

I don't want to die, Fabian thought, feebly clutching at his chest. His head rolled to the side, and he saw Gideon a few feet away. His body had crumpled onto the ground unnaturally, and his eyes were devoid of life, but there's a tiny smile on his face. Fabian reached out to him, but his strength failed him.

A wet cough ratcheted around his diaphragm. He was choking on his own blood, his lifeforce trickling out of him, and he gripped onto it fiercely; attempting to drag it back. The tangy, metallic taste swirled across his tongue.

I don't want to die, Fabian cried silently. His body was numb, but he still felt the scorching hot tears pouring from the corner of his eyes—travelling across his face before dripping onto the ground. The earth greedily soaked up his tears.

I don't want to die.

The darkness overwhelmed him. Mere moments and an eternity passed. The darkness was cast away, and Fabian was submerged in soft, yet impossibly bright light. A gentle voice whispered in his ear, a familiar hand stroked his cheek, and there were blue eyes that had trapped the ocean's dark waters inside them. "Hullo, love. I've missed you."