A/N -Gideon and Fabian fight their last battle
Warning for character deaths
Also written for the Acrostic-y challenge for the prompt Gideon Prewett and the 2016 Monthly Prompt Challenge for the restriction - no using the word 'said'.
Growing uneasy, Gideon glanced towards his brother once again. Fabian shook his head slightly and Gideon bit back a sigh. They had been sitting outside the house of a prominent Ministry official for over an hour now, waiting for what they had been told would be a Death Eater attack. There was no movement from inside the house, although given it was one o'clock in the morning, Gideon wasn't all that surprised. Still, he was starting to wonder what, exactly, was going on.
Just as Gideon had made the decision to move to Fabian's position as it seemed obvious nothing was going to happen here tonight, he heard a small crack. Both men looked up from where they were hidden. Gideon saw two Death Eaters appear and set to work on the wards surrounding the house. He held up two fingers towards Fabian, who nodded. Gideon grinned. This was going to be easier than he thought. He could handle two by himself, with Fabian there it would be over in seconds.
The brothers communicated silently with each other before moving from the bushes where they were hidden. Silently, they crept towards the house, the two Death Eaters seeming oblivious to their presence. Gideon raised his wand to stun the one closest to him when there was a noise behind him.
Whirling round, he saw three more Death Eaters striding towards them.
"Shite."
Fabian immediately turned and the two brothers stood back to back, Gideon facing the three new threats, while Fabian took on the two near the house.
The three Gideon faced were almost lazy at first, deferring to the burliest man in front and simply shielding him. When Gideon's slicing hex finally got past their shields the man only laughed. Gideon recognized the man's laugh at once.
"Why am I not surprised to see you here, Dolohov?" Gideon questioned as he threw a stunner the Death Eater's way.
"Who else would the Dark Lord give such an important task?" Dolohov drawled as he lazily flicked another spell towards Gideon who batted it away easily.
"Voldemort himself wants me dead, eh? And five again two? I think we should be flattered, Fabian."
"You dare to use his name," Dolohov hissed as the battle intensified a bit and Gideon drew up a stronger shield. He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Who else came to this little party?" Gideon asked, ignoring Dolohov's question. "Avery is that you?" One of the Death Eaters behind Dolohov moved slightly. "Still hiding behind your betters, Avery?" Fabian snorted behind Gideon. Avery, seemingly furious, threw three successive spells at Gideon, but none of them broke through.
"Tsk, tsk, Avery. You'll have to do better than that," he taunted.
The battle continued, both sides getting in more than a few hits. It wasn't until he felt Fabian sag against him slightly that Gideon began to wonder if they were going to make it out of this.
"Fab?" he questioned quietly.
"Slicing hex," Fabian grunted. "Caught me in the chest." Gideon kept his eyes on the three men in front of him, but pushed back against his brother a bit to keep him upright.
"Apparate?"
"No, I'm good."
"Sure?"
"Yeah." But the longer they fought, the more of Fabian's weight Gideon was taking. After another ten minutes when all they'd managed to do was bloody up their enemies a little bit, Gideon wrapped his free arm around Fabian's waist.
"Hold on, brother." He turned to Apparate, but nothing happened. Gideon swore under his breath as he realized there were anti-Appartion wards on the clearing. Dolohov laughed.
"Do you think us so stupid, blood traitor?"
"Well, now that you mention it," Gideon replied, trailing off at a small gasp from Fabian.
"We were ordered to kill you, fool. We would not leave anything to chance." It was then that Gideon realized they had been lured into a trap. One that had been set long before they arrived. One that they were not likely to see the other side of given Fabian's current condition.
"Go down fighting, brother," Fabian whispered. "Go down fighting." Gideon's spine straightened and he felt Fabian do the same. Their spell-casting intensified and before it was over, Gideon had taken out at least one of them. Permanently he thought, if the angle of the man's neck after he'd hit that tree were anything to go by. Gideon felt Fabian slump fully against him and turned his head slightly, missing the flash of green come from Dolohov's wand. Gideon grasped his brother's hand just as the spell hit him and the two fell together, fingers entwined, as the Death Eaters laughed, lowered the wards and Apparated away.