WHO: Macwick
WHAT: Makin' a baby
WHERE: Mary's flat, London
WHEN: Late night/early morning, 25-26 September 1979



The ambush hadn't gone as planned. Benjy had been lounging in a corner with James, sharing a packet of crisps, while Lily, the "bit bent bird" (he had liked the alliteration on that one), and "the daft old todger" were doing their work. The Death Eaters entered the fray far earlier than expected, with the wards far from complete. Everything immediately descended into a swirling melee, with neither side gaining the upper hand though the Order had the numbers. Benjy had ducked and weaved, shot of spells, shrugged off injuries, until the Death Eaters had fled, leaving one sad sack of a man in the hands of seven battered freedom fighters.

Dumbledore had appeared then, and Benjy begged off when he and Doge settled down to interrogate the captured Death Eater. Exhausted and bloody, with a deep gash on his left cheek and one through his right eyebrow, along with countless bruises and a slight limp, he spun about, disapparating and appearing with a crack in Mary's flat.

"With my shield, love," he called into the dark, voice hoarse.