Ginny's Death
James kept fighting, moving around as the Dementors tried to move forward. He knew that not everyone could cast a Patronus, in fact very few could cast one as powerful as his. There was one person, but the stag was sorely missing.
Where was Dad?
He had no time to stop and think, or to go look for him. Instead, he kept them Patronuses coming, casting as many hexes as he could in between, but it was hard to flip from a spell born from happiness to spells that spoke of that, and he tried to concentrate on what he did best, getting as much ground as it could, and not looking at the bodies falling on either side. They would count their dead when this was over.
And eventually it was, as they pushed the surviving werewolves and the Dementors back into the tunnel, blasting the walls so it collapse, preventing any more incursions until they could take better measures.
Finally, it was calm again, and he walked through the corridor, looking at the bodies and mentally preparing speeches for the families, knowing what to say and to whom and then he saw her, lying there lifeless.
James ran and dropped to his knees, and pulled his mother up, cradling her against his chest. "Mum? Mum, please, you have to wake up... you can't-" He pressed his forehead against hers, but there was no sign of life, not a breath, not a faint heart beat, nothing but stillness. The tears began falling down his face, and there were people talking to him, but he wasn't listening to any of them. "God, Mum... you can't die. You can't leave us. What will Dad do? Why will we do? You need to open you need to open your eyes for me. You need-" He pulled her even closer, burying his head against her as he cried.