The limosine took them to an airport hangar that had been outfited with two rows of six caskets, all draped with flags, and the hangar decorated with flags and red carpet runways, and hundreds of roses. Each casket had a funeral wreath of roses on a wire stand at the foot end of the casket, along with a plaque with the name and dates for each auror fallen. Their family members had already gathered, and guests were arriving.
But Lee had made sure that all traffic stopped for the arrival of the British Minister of Magic and his family. Khaat suddenly felt her blood run cold as she looked at the sight in front of her. So many dead She'd seen death like this before but never before had so many died for her. Her father had wanted her to believe that this was political. But she knew that if she had just surrendered to James, all twelve of these men would still be alive to love their wives and parent their children.
Robert took the first brave steps out of the limosine, silently, holding his hand out for Kate, who got out, looking the epitomy of grace and strength. They were powerful, imposing figures, and everyone in the hangar stopped to look the minute Robert got out. Khaat was used to that. Robert always stopped a crowd. But she never tired of seeing it. She admired how charismatic her father was. Brian and Lee reached their hands to her.
"We have to get out next," Brian said to her. Lee stepped out and reached for her hand again. Khaat hesitated, feeling like her brain was shutting down, for some reason, as images of Felix Barker, of all people ran through her mind. She tried to shut the hideous memories back. This was not the time.
"Come on," Brian tapped her cheek lightly. "With me. Don't go there. Not now. Stay with me. You're alright." He touched her forehead and gave her just a touch of a calming spell. "He's not here. You're safe. And you already know what I'm going to say about all the rest of that nonsense I know you're telling yourself " He stepped out of the limosine and pulled hard on her hand. "Come," he ordered softly but with iron firmness. She slowly slid off the seat and stepped out, feeling his hands and Lee's immediately going to support her. She was glad for them to be there. She couldn't feel her feet at the moment. She saw the hangar moving closer to her and realized Brian had put her in motion and they were actually walking. She just wasn't feeling it.
Brian glanced at Khaat. Outside she looked even more beautiful and powerful and graceful than her mother, if that was possible, but he saw inside her eyes. Her mind was trying to shut off. Her own guilt, wrongfully condemning her for the deaths of these fighters, was causing her to remember terrible things. Enough that her brain didn't want to look at it anymore. He would have to keep a tight watch on her.