Watching his Hufflepuff twitch in her sleep, tears streaming down her face, Theodore cursed.
He had never considered himself a fighter.
It was the last lesson his Mother had ever taught him - you can't protect someone if you're dead.
But with every whimper, every silent scream, fire burned ever hotter in his soul.
Theo wasn't much of a fighter, but for her?
"The potion should keep her down for another hour."
For her he'd fight the world.
"Activate the array."
Cedric paused "...you sure?"
A snarl. "He will never find her again."
A sigh, and-
Light.