[Now there's a concept he hadn't previously considered. The 'we.' He always knew it was their fight, their war and their accomplishments. Their victory and triumph shared across the whole of Europe. But what he hadn't thought of was that somewhere along the line, it stopped being the fate of the 'Chosen One' and became the path the 'Chosen Many.' Their generation and everyone swept up in it - from first years to professors to that old bag that lived down Harry's road. The 'we' that accomplished a great many things, and a good half of them that were considered 'impossible.'
Fred laughs. It's an airy, breathless sort of thing (which is odd, since he really has no need to breath) but it carries a sense of relief with it. Relief, like something about that statement has pulled his head from a pool of water. Odd again, to feel like you're dying when you're already dead.
The only way to make it through this is together, right?]
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Date: 2011-11-15 05:19 am (UTC)Fred laughs. It's an airy, breathless sort of thing (which is odd, since he really has no need to breath) but it carries a sense of relief with it. Relief, like something about that statement has pulled his head from a pool of water. Odd again, to feel like you're dying when you're already dead.
The only way to make it through this is together, right?]
Absolutely, you sodding prat.