As if from a dream, Hermione’s sweet strawberry scent accosted him as he closed the gap between Bellatrix and himself. Plucked from a memory her voice begged him not to go, pleaded with him to keep fighting, to find another path forward. It was sweet to hear but all in vain. He knew she would be grateful that for once in his selfish, privileged, life - he chose someone else over himself. He valued Theo and Luna’s happiness over his own. 