"Everything's going to be alright," he whispered into her hair.

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Because look at what we have. We have each other and Teddy; we have something worth fighting for. Something worth living for." She looked over at the baby, watching him stretch in his sleep with a little sigh.

"But what if we don't?" The words were so quiet he barely heard them, her fists clenched and face taut as though the words physically hurt her to say.

"Don't what?"

"Don't survive." She stressed the last word, anguish clear on her features.

"Living and surviving are two very different things. We may not survive, but we will have lived. More so than if we'd sat at home whilst everyone else was fighting."

"I never said that's what we should do! Of course we're going to fight! It's what we've been training for."

"Well... Someone should probably stay home with Teddy."

"My mum can do that," she replied instantly.

"But-"

"I'm an Auror. If anyone should be staying at home it's you! ... But really, what if we do die?"

"Then we'll have died fighting for a better world. A better world for our son."

He still left without her, but she wasn't far behind.

She would always be with him.

The fought, side by side, until the very end.

She'd lost sight of him for maybe a few minutes, but that was all it took.

Dolohov shot a spell at her while she was distracted fighting a Death Eater she didn't recognise - it was a little hard to identify anyone underneath those masks. He incapacitated her, leaving her open for another attack from the Death Eater, but this one seemed more reluctant to kill than most.

Maybe that would save her; if she could just hold on long enough to retrieve her wand.

She could see Remus running towards her, a horrified expression adorning his features; she didn't need him to get her out of this - though she was willing to admit it would probably help - he should be looking out for himself.

She'd already re-learnt the hard way what distractions could result in.

But it looked like he might make it to her in time; just a bit longer.

The last thing she heard was his agonised scream - she hadn't been aware a human voice could carry so much pain - before everything vanished in a flash of green.

They lived for each other, but they died for their son.