"I hadn't thought," she said quietly. Keeping one arm around Eleven she freed a hand to wipe her face before looking at him through bleary eyes, still trying to wrap her head around how he was going to go, and he wasn't going to come back. Part of her ached to see her parents again and wanted to burst through the Beacon and back home, but the pervasive thought that the war was for nothing - and that horrible scar Hermione had - held her back.

"Does that mean it's time?" Lily blinked back fresh tears, torn between wanting to rip the bandage off and getting every last second with him that she could.