I saw the Death Eater mouth the words to a killing curse and I turned my back, I had nothing else to do because it was coming too fast. I waited impatiently for death to take me. If it's over, screw it and let me die already.

But it didn't come, well damn, I was all ready for it and everything. Coming into the battle I had come to terms with my own death, not that I'm wishing for it because even now I'd much rather be home singing off key lullabies to the only person in the world that doesn't care that I can't sing, my son.

I stopped to look around to see why I am still standing here asking myself this question when I saw my husband lying peacefully on the hard stone at my feet.

This image of him breaks my heart in so many ways. Never in our bed sleeping have I seen him so at ease, never while talking or eating or playing. Not even when laughing. The only other time I have seen his features so relaxed is when he was holding our son and he thought there was no one around.

I want to break down and cry. Poor Teddy will never know the wonderful man that was his father. Poor me, my husband is dead. This self pity stuff angers me, generally, but I had to persuade and convince and reason why we should get married...hell, I even had to propose.

Then I had to do it all over again but with ten times more effort for our son, and then again for him to stay. I had always told myself that when we were old and had each other, he would come to thank me. Even now I felt it was getting there. But now he is dead and never will I talk to him again.

Standing here with death surrounding me, and all I can think of is never holding someone again. When either of us had bad dreams, there was someone there, and as dumb as that sounds, when you've been through what we've been through, you understand. I no longer have someone to kiss and wish a nice day and there will be no more "I love you"

And bloody hell, so much for not breaking down in the middle of a war. I'm an auror for god sakes. I took a deep, shaky breath to regain my composure. There's a war I need to go fight and win.

I turned around and was not so pleased to discover I've been circled.

"Ain't she a pretty little one?"

"I must say, I agree."

"What d'you think we should do with her?"

"Have our fun" I shivered at his wink...at least that would give me time to think.

"We haven't got time. But I know."

I felt myself lose control of my body. I tried to block my thoughts as I was taught even as I was unwillingly making my way to the knife lying on the ground.

"What d'you say boys?"

They laughed and the sound made my stomach turn, nothing good could come from this. At least I could feel myself coming back, now I could fight it.

"Oy, she's a strong little one, someone help me."

I knew that was the end, it had always been made very clear. One person trying to control you could usually be overpowered but two? You were a goner.

I briefly felt myself drive the newfound weapon through my heart and the men cheer. I thought about my son and knew that Harry as godfather was a good choice.

I hoped this getting to the crossover point didn't take too long, I hoped Remus knew I was coming and something held him there. As always, I was right behind him.

So, what did you think? It seems as though my pleas for a review didn't work too well and it's really disappointing to see people read the first story and not go from there, that just sucks. The more chapters I add the less people read them so truly, thank you for getting this far. Hope you enjoyed :)