Harry looked at the carnage and destruction around him, a terrible feeling in his chest and gut. Voldemort had called off the Death Eaters- for now. Harry knew it was so he would see what him not surrendering had done.

His eyes landed on you, his loving partner- one of the only reason he believed he was still sane after all of this on your knees in front two bodies. His heart sunk- his eyes trailing down to see the lifeless bodies of Remus and Tonks.

Your father and step-mother.

He was immediately at your side- trying to make you look at him. “Please- Please look at me, love.” He said, gripping your shoulders.

How was he supposed to turn himself in now?