"Waiting for the rain to go / Waiting on loving you"
He sank down to his knees, a loud shriek of agony echoing through the room. Red-tinted tears slipped down his cheeks, as he looked skywards. The letter fell out of his hand, down onto the floor beside him. He glanced down at it, a fresh wave of tears flooding over him.
He had lost many things at the very start of the war, many close friends. But this… This was worse. His brother and his wife were dead, and his niece missing. It was too much to bear. Yes, his family were famed for their neutrality, but there was no reason for him to remain neutral, not when he had lost so much.
He could feel the grief start turning into anger, anger at the very people he had once admired and even supported. He stood, setting the letter alight. “They’ll pay. They’ll pay for what they did, even if it costs me my life.”
He Disapparated, leaving an open window that chilled the room and a pile of ashes on the floor.