sapphire || fred weasley

fifty-four

Triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

Grey sky and freezing cold rain took over London with the winter's arrival.

The cold was unforgiving, courtesy of the breeding dementors who were keen in aiding Voldemort obtain victory at last. As the weather worsened, so did the ambiance surrounding the Order and Opposition members.

The death eaters had been having the upper hand since the battle, there was no point in denying it. It didn't mean however, that the Order was ready to surrender.

Until the very end.

Even though Voldemort was a step ahead when it came to numbers by his side, the Order was resilient.

They may not have had the largest nor the strongest army out there to fight against the Dark Lord, but their battles were carefully planned and executed. Their own soldiers and fighters were trained especially, to take down the death eaters.

The fight was no longer between light and dark.

It revolved around survival.

And every single person affiliated with the Order and the Opposition were willing to sacrifice their all to survive.

Survival was basic human instinct after all.

Surviving was just as natural as breathing was.

But only time would tell how long did the Order have.

Everything always came back to it.

Time.

*****

The sky was completely dark that cold December night. Not a single star in sight to illuminate the streets. It looked almost dead. Not a single soul in sight.

Fred was sitting with Remus, Moody, Regulus and Kingsley in a heavily warded room in 12 Grimmauld Place, discussing the last skirmish they had succeeded at.

They had managed to capture enough death eaters to get information out. None of which were particularily in higher ranks but the information they had was vital nonetheless.

Fred had been given the task of getting the information and also getting rid of them. George had helped.

He was sitting next to Regulus as he played with the wedding band around his finger, listening to Kingsley and Moody propose ideas for future battle plans. With the details they had gotten out, they now knew possible places where death eaters would plan attacks on muggle neighborhoods and villages.

"There's someone at the door," Moody husked, exchanging a look with the rest before taking down the rather large amount of privacy charms places upon the room.

Remus opened the door with a flick of his wand, only to reveal a panting Ron standing outside with a distressed expression plastered on his face.

"What do you want now?" Fred asked annoyedly.

"There's someone's approaching the perimeter," Ron struggled to say through his rapid breathing. "Cloaked and masked, is a death eater-"

"How many?" Regulus demanded.

"Just one," Ron answered. "It looks like he's carrying something but we don't know what it could be-"

"I got it," Fred stood up abruptly and stormed out of the debriefing room.

Ron followed his older brother back to the ancient house's first floor as he gave out orders, stopping near one of the windows to observe as the cloaked unknown death eater stood in the middle of the street.