He'd killed people before, in battle. You couldn't avoid it, in a war like this. It wasn't even illegal, not with an Auror badge. He'd never enjoyed it - fighting was fun until it was over, and then you stood around panting and bleeding and counting dead bodies to make your report to Director Crouch. That part was always the worst; he and James had gotten horribly drunk after the first time they'd had to do it, and Remus had made them tea in the morning and not said a word.