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Death eaters, like many things within war, were relentless. They locked onto the poor witch or wizard they were hunting and didn’t let go until they took their last breath. It didn’t matter if it took hours, days, weeks or even months. The death eater was the hunter and the order member were their prey.
(Y/N) should’ve known from the start that this mission was not going to work in her favour. She had a bad feeling when Moody had given the assignment. The feeling in her stomach only grew. The kicker was when Remus pulled her to one side before she left; they had tried to keep their relationship a secret but he couldn’t help himself. He had that same bad feeling.
Remus had insisted on joining her, Moody denied him that. She would be fine, he said, she’ll be back before midnight. Remus knew that she wouldn’t.
(Y/N) tried to hide the best she could. But she was still young, only 20 years old. The men she was hiding from had decades more magic training than her. She didn’t stand a chance. When she was found, she tried to run. She managed to lose them briefly before she found herself lost in the woods, no energy to continue.
Moody found her in the morning. The guilt of his promises are at him so when the sun rose and nobody had heard from her, he set out to find her himself. He body was cold when he did stumble upon her. Her skin scarred from the killing curse.
As gently as he could, he picked up her lifeless body and apparated to back to the Order’s hideout. He placed her down on a couch before placing a white cloth over her.
War took many things from many people, but Remus would be the one to suffer the loss