Ed wrapped his arms around Gilly, holding her tightly, resting his chin on top of her head, trying to concentrate on taking deep, slow breaths. So many times during the day he wanted to lose it, yell, punch another wall, but he had been almost entirely silent, save for when he was at the Order house. He trembled slightly.
"I'm sorry I left you alone, but I had to rush over to the Order house." His voice was still low. He thought back to what Alice Longbottom had told the rest of them, Marlie's silver seal pup Patronus, how Travers had unmasked himself in front of her. He felt a hot, stabbing rush of rage and he stiffened. Travers had thought he had won. He was wrong.
But as quickly as he felt anger, a tidal wave of sorrow crushed that rage and he slumped. Even if he found Travers, hunted him down himself, that would not make a difference. That would not bring Marlie, Melinda, Deidra, Matt, Uncle Marco, and Auntie Olivia back from the dead. They were dead, Marlie was dead, and there was nothing they could do about it.
"I-I don't know what to do, Gilly," he whispered. He lifted his wife's chin so that he could look her in the eye, blue eyes meeting green. "I feel so helpless, I -"
He took another ragged breath. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he vaguely recalled the sensation of physical pain, for his semi-injured left hand was aching. "She was the best, Marlie was the best."
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