Remadora
“We’re not getting out of this one, are we?”
Remus gritted his teeth and shook his head. Both their wands were flashing and slashing faster than they could speak, all spells cast with a thought rather than a word. They were back to back, and hugely outnumbered. The bubble-like shield above them, encircling the whole castle, was in tatters. It was burning, pieces of it floating silently to the ground around them.
“I love you,” he said aloud, and although he couldn’t see her, he felt his Dora take his hand.
“I love you too,” she said, but her voice was sad, and he knew she was thinking of Teddy, not of him. Not that she didn’t love him - he knew she did. But she was sad that they would have to leave their son. “I hope he grows up in a peaceful world.”
“So do I,” he ground out, tears blurring the red and blue of competing spells. “Together?”
“Together.”
Dora squeezed his hand. They fell together, fingers still interlinked, into the burning remnants of the shield, and Remus felt like he continued falling, falling, far beyond the ground at his feet, with the sounds of fighting fading slowly away.