Luca Caruso can't quite remember how it happened, but suddenly he's cornered against a wall and a masked man has his wand drawn and pressed to Luca's throat.
"Damn." Is all he can think of to say before there is a flash of green and the world rushes away.
Michael Corner finds him slumped against that wall on the third floor. He crouches, because his legs aren't strong enough to keep him standing before the body of a boy that he's known for nearly ten years.
Luca's a large guy, and it takes two of them (Michel and Anthony) to carry him to the Great Hall. They could have levitated him, but it seems disrespectful somehow.
They lay him down next to the other members of Dumbledore's Army that lost their lives. They leave him there, because there are others to gather, others to morn. There he stays until his father comes for his body that evening. Michael watches Luca's father kneel at his son's side. He watches as the giant Mr. Caruso gathers his son in his arms as though he weighs nothing at all. He watches as the man and his precious burden walk out of the Great Hall.
Michael Corner thinks of Luca Caruso every day for the rest of his life. No matter how happy he is, no matter what has happened, he links of his dorm mate, slumped against the third floor wall. It kills him a little; he's supposed to be stronger than this. He can't make the memory go away. And as he drowns himself in yet another fire whiskey, he's not sure that he should want it to.