They were just children. These adults, Molly, Arthur, Sirius, Remus, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter, they had seen so much. They had dealt with so much. They had made their choices, they had fought their battles. Their time was over. This was the kid’s battle. This was their fight, their big moment. They didn’t have choices. They did what they did to survive. Harry, Draco, Luna, Neville, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, they didn’t have any choices. They did what would keep them alive, even if it wasn’t the “right thing”. They were strong. Then they weren’t. They were together, then torn apart. They were loved, then hated. They were friends, then family. These children dealt with more than anyone. Their families were torn apart, separated, killed. But they survived. This was the children’s battle, and they were going to win it.