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He was waiting for a spell to strike him in the back and finish him off. For the past year he'd been the Auror designated to protect Minister Thicknesse and had managed to turn off any sort emotion he may have once had. Feelings couldn't be put in the way of duty. This---duty that had taken over his life in every aspect. But, really, what life? He was alone, his family refused to speak to him, his wife had----

Will struck out his arm and wordlessly sent a man in a red cloak flying through one of the wooden doors of the corridor. As much as he wanted to get hit with a spell and end it all right now, his defensive instincts could not be detered. It almost felt like he was under Imperius, the way he moved through the corridor as if on a mission. A mission, he had a goal. Get the Order, kill the rest of the remaining Order to keep down the Hogwarts' defenses. But it seemed like everyone in the wizarding world had come to fight, and it was hard to figure out who was who.

He turned a corner, his long dark robes floating behind him as the spells shot past. Will scanned the area, not fazed by the violence going on around him. He'd seen enough for one life time that it didn't matter to him anymore. His eyes caught sight of a couple of death eaters, cloaked, masked ones even in this last and hopefully final battle, charge toward one corner, and---there was a woman. Will stood and watched, his mouth pressed into a thin line.