Order-Slytherin || Struck || Headcanon || Day Two
It hadn't even been glorious. It hadn't even been in battle. He didn't even get the chance to fight. Â
Moving swiftly to clean up the carcass from the ground, he didn't mean to let his guard down. To leave his wand behind as he performed a simple task. The strike hit him in the side, but he couldn't feel his body. The pain was searing, taking his thoughts from the future to the present. The sudden realization that this was his death. He had been killed.
It felt so wrong. So inglorious as he dropped to the ground. He felt like he was on fire as he dropped to the ground, still conscious as he let the life slip away from him. He hadn't died a hero, just a cleaner. Not even contributing to the figure of all of those that had died at war. This was how it was supposed to be then? Roderick was going to be forgotten.Â