It had been a long battle, but ultimately they had lost. The ones who were fighting for the better good, had lost. Benjamin had seen a good friend and colleague drop dead, just as he had tried to saddle his son and his friends son away on a Hippogriff. Then not much later, the woman he had come to love dropped dead in front of him after a green flash. His eyes were stained with red, and he could barely maintain his sobs. He had then dragged his war torn body and her body and simply held her. He sobbed, and held her. He didn't know what to do with himself. Until finally the battle had been lost, and no hope had been left.
Benjamin had been torn away from her body by death eaters, he was brought to a kneeling position. Everyone was to be killed, anyone who put a resistance, and it was clear by the blood running down his face from his forehead and the torn clothes he wore, he had put up quite a bit of resistance. He stared though, not fearing what was to come. He was not being held down by anyone, only that he was brought down to his knees. He stared and after a moment, he disapparated.
He fell somewhere in a forest, something he had quickly imagined. And for that time, he simply laid there resting with his eyes closed. He needed his rest, from there he would look for his son, and Noah... Noah who he had to protect from now on, just as his own.
His two sons.
After night fall came, nobody had found him and so he had made himself a bit of a fire and just remained quiet in the forest as he camped out. The very next day, he fixed up his wounds the best he could and stood up from his rest. He began to move through the forest, and after a little while he came across some fire. He smiled, though his face was worn from lack of sleep as well as the tears that had streamed down his face all of yesterday.
This was a sign of life, a fire.. Just only recently put out. Someone was nearby, he didn't know who... But then- He noticed Hippogriff tracks and his smile widened. It must have been the two boys, and upon noticing the trial of dragging tiny feet, he followed the tracks slowly. Not wanting to miss a beat.