The dust in the manor was inflicting their lungs with agony. The fight felt like it was never-ending. It was like the natural forces of nature were turning against them. It was dragging them down in an ocean of spells and curses. It was a chaos. Grass and wood from the manor being destroyed and flowed up into the air. People were apparating in the manor to escape the curses being sent their way. It was frustrating. They were losing. They were outnumbered. In a fight they could not win but they wouldn’t surrender but not when they knew what they could lose. They will fight and not die. They are not going to let the world crumble because they gave up. It was not right. They would not let their children suffer for their mistakes. Never. That is the work of a coward. A coward who would rather run than and fight. “Stay Harry, I will go alone. That way they will take me not you.” screamed Lily. Harry was not going to let anyone die. "Stop it. No one is going in alone we go together. We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. We stick together. No man or women left behind.” They knew they were struggling. They could taste blood in their mouths. They were starting to give up. Their strength failing them bit by bit. Their energy being sucked away. Dementors swarming the air. Happiness felt like miles away. It felt like they were being sucked into the world of reality where there was nothing but horror and darkness. There was to many people. He had death eaters attacking him every second. His Patronus was getting weaker every time. Not one break to catch his breath. Nothing. They couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly the arrival of Dean and Seamus Thomas brought their spirits up. “Harry, you better be grateful our sons are waiting for us.” There were spells being cursed everywhere. It was on.