The Death's of Aberforth, Arthur and Molly.
Molly screamed and turned, she cringed away and buried herself in Arthur's arms but not a wall ten ft thick could stop the sound of McGonagall's bones as each and every one of them broke and snapped. Nothing could stop the squelch of her blood.
Molly cried into Arthur's arms, he shushed her, but he was crying himself.
"Arthur, we're losing." Molly wept. He shushed her again.
"No we're not Molly, we will not give up, do you hear me?" He held her face in his hands, Molly looked exhausted. Messy hair, dirty clothes and face. But she nodded.
"We have to fight, for the children." Molly said, he hugged her tight and nodded.
"For the children," he repeated.
There was a sudden shout from behind and they both spun, through the courtyard a dozen death eaters or so came rushing through, wands aimed at students. Molly ran forward, whipping her own wand out. She cast left and right, Arthur at her side.
Molly noticed Mcnair, a death eater she had come across before. She shot a body binding spell at him, but he deflected it like it was nothing. He rebounded with a few curses of his own, two curciatus curses and one killing curse.
Molly deflected the two but the last she didn't get in time.
Arthur did. He put his wand in front of the spell, like a shield guarding his wife. He then pushed the spell back, hitting Mcnair in the chest. He shouted and whistled. Another death eater ran to his aid.
This death eater was a tall woman, skinny, she reminded Molly of a skeleton, her heavy make-up and fashionable robes couldn't disguise her hideous face. Molly grimaced and took her stance, ready to duel.
Sure she was a little rusty; she was a mother after all, using magic around the house. She hadn't duelled in some time. Her opponent, the skeleton-looking lady was much better, stronger, faster than Molly. Molly had to admit she had skill.
But of course, Molly was a skilled witch herself, and after relighting the old match, she eventually defeated the witch. Throwing her straight in the direction of a killing curse sent by her partner.
Arthur grunted and threw his wand over his shoulder, hitting the man running at him from behind, square in the chest. But while doing this, Arthur gave McNair his chance and McNair took it. He threw a curse straight at Arthur, and Molly's protection spell was too late. The curse skimmed Arthur's stomach and he dropped to the floor. Crying out.
At least he wasn't dead.
Molly watched McNair fight against her spell, trying any way to get to them and when the spell wore off, Molly was already casting. Her curse hit him and he was lifted into the air, dangled upside down for a moment before Molly flicked her wand and McNair was thrown out of sight.
Molly dropped down to her husband, ignoring the battle around her. Arthur's shirt was already soaked in his blood, it made Molly's heart ache just by looking at it.
"M-Molly, go, find the kids, protect them."
"Now now," she cried, "Don't be silly, you're fine, Arthur. We'll find the children together, c'mon." she said, she tried to lift him but he yelled out in pain and she let go instantly.
"No, Molly. I'm not getting out of this one-Look out!" Molly spun and deflected a spell and shot another back at the caster, she turned back to Arthur.
"I'm not leaving you." she roared over the battle. He shook his head and kissed her strongly. "Go." he said, she shook her head. Just then they both looked over as they heard a familiar voice call out. Aberforth Dumbledore had his wand taken from him; he stood, backing away from a hooded figure.
A flash of green light.
And Aberforth dropped down, dead. Molly cried out and turned to her husband.
"Come on!" she shouted, he shook his head. Everyone around them started to scream and run. Molly looked between the walls to the bridge, where across it flew several dozen Dementors. Molly screamed and tried to pull Arthur, and she had to pull despite his screams of agony. She had to save him, but she wasn't nearly as strong enough.
The Dementors all flew inside the courtyard and almost instantly people dropped down, with the ghost like figures hovering over them, holding their jaws open as they sucked out their souls. Molly dropped down until she sat, with her body protecting Arthurs.
She raised her wand. "Expecto Patronum!" Suddenly a twinkly, light speckled bear! Burst from the tip of her wand, full size and roaring. Molly knew she was a mother bear, protective, motherly but fierce and dangerous. The bear ran around the air, clawing and barging Dementors away as they drew close, but molly was weak, and the happy memory of her family soon faded.
A Dementor took its chance, and shot forward, flew under a piece of falling debris. Molly raised her wand but it was too late. It grabbed a hold of her throat and ragged her body away from Arthur, who cried out for her. She fought against it but it was cold and strong and she could not manage it. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Arthur under attack by his own Dementor, it held him up in the air, against the wall, he cried out while his soul was being sucked out.
"No!" Molly called, but the Dementor had already begun to suck her soul out, and things became hazy, blurry. And then there was nothing.