My thoughts wander to my father, who in a careless moment fell victim to the Killing Curse from a Resistance fighter's wand. He was probably drunk that day, which makes the whole thing kind of inglorious. It happened during one of the first clashes after the Battle of Hogwarts and I wasn't in attendance. At that time, I was still unblemished and therefore relatively unusable. It took them a while to get me to the point where I could actively participate in the fighting.