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“How could you?” Remus' voice was the only thing that could be heard in miles. It had been going on for a while and y/n was genuinely surprised that he hadn't lost his voice by now seeing how he was screaming. Seeing him like this and hearing him raise his voice was a weird sight. Remus never raised his voice. He was the epitome of calmness.
“I’ve told you to run away, I’ve told you it wasn’t safe! And what do you do? Of course, you disregard everything I say.” He was ranting, asking question merely for the intonation but he didn't stop to let her answer. He didn't need to hear one. He just needed to vent. Y/n knew him well, a decade of marriage would do that to a person, so he let him do his thing.
Cradling a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, basking in the warmth it provided she let his words wash over her. But it had been thirty minutes since he had started and she was getting tired. She understood he was angry but she had been in the fight too and was tired.
“Seeing how long we’ve been together, Remus, one would have thought that you’ve learned by now that you can’t tell me what to do.” Once he paused, she murmured before taking a sip.
“Oh, but I know. I know perfectly well that you’re a stubborn witch.”
“Oh come off it, Remus. You’re not always right and I honestly cannot believe how you’d think of giving me orders and expect me to follow them.”
“Those were not orders, y/n.” His anger was now settling and mostly sounded defeated and tired.
“You screaming at my face to run? Then what was it?”
“Me caring for you.” he boasted, collapsing under the tension he fell down onto the chair. “I can’t lose you,” he added in a whisper. His head between his hands, his voice trembling.
Sighing, y/n kneed down in front of him. She knew that it was his anger talking fueled by his fear. The party had gone sour in a heartbeat and before they could understand what was going on, people around them were dying. People who they had known and fight alongside for years.
Of course, Remus would think of getting her safe. Y/n understood where he was coming from and wasn’t really mad at him. She could understand him because she had the same thought. To get him safe.
They had already lost so much, so many loved ones. Neither of them could bear to lose anyone else. Especially their partner.
And that was why y/n had put her foot down and categorically refused to leave if he wasn’t by her side. Knowing Remus, he never would have left without making sure that everyone else was safe.
So they stayed and they fought. Back to back as they always would whenever they’d go on a mission together. Performing spells, fighting off the enemy in a familiar choreography they had rehearsed and mastered during the first wizard war. They were just kids back then and so much had changed but there were some things that stayed the same.
Remus had been her rock just like she had been his. They’ve only had each other after the first wizard war ended, the loss of their best friends taking a hard toll on them and their relationship. But they got through it. Of course, they had.
So, she’ll be damned if she let anything happen to him now. This beautiful wounded man in front of her had already suffered enough.
“I can’t lose you either,” she said gently cradling his face in her hands.
When his eyes met hers, she realized that he was on the verge of tears. She knew that it was the adrenaline rush and the aftermath of the battle getting the best of him. But she couldn’t help it, seeing him so worn out broke her heart and soon she was in tears.
And so here they were, all bruised and dirty with the blood of the ones that fell, hanging desperately onto each other as if their lives depended on it.