He didn't want to be here, Harry thought to himself again. It would be nice if he could be in denial but he knew that wasn't an option.
Kingsley had been around for years, part of the Order. He had helped train Harry as well. Never mind that now their information from the Auror department would diminish. A good solider was gone.
And taken down by a plague. A stupid illness. He sighed as he looked around. This shouldn't have happened like this. He should have at least been able to fall in battle, he likely would have prefered that.