Earlier, while Allen was still bullying Voldemort, at The Burrow, a ghostly moon hung in the midnight sky. The raging Fiendfyre had already gone out, and The Burrow was no longer recognizable. On the charred black ground, only broken walls, ruins, and a dozen or so vaguely human skeletons remained. Those mangled limbs had all been left behind by the Death Eaters.
"Ugh, why isn't the car here yet..." An Auror captain raised his arm and checked the watch on his wrist, then pressed the Auror Badge at his collar. "Where's the car? Drive faster. Best not drag this out too long." After ending the call, the middle-aged Auror captain glanced at the injured Weasleys on the ground and sighed inwardly. Professor McGonagall had only been hit by Stunning Spells, but these Weasleys were different. Their injuries had been caused by Dark Magic. Taking them by Apparition might very well make their wounds worsen during the process.
Arthur braced both hands on the grass, struggling to support himself and sit up, but after being hit by a Cruciatus-like Torture Curse, the bones in both his legs had twisted completely out of shape. They lay limp on the ground, and because of the unbearable pain, Arthur had bitten his lips until they bled. Ginny knelt on one knee beside her father, Arthur, her wand lightly tapping his injured leg as she tried to use "Episkey" to heal those twisted, deformed bones. But with each tap, Arthur's pain did not ease in the slightest. Cold sweat kept breaking out across his bare forehead, and his lips had gone from their normal red to a pallid white, trembling without stop. But to keep from frightening his daughter, he forced himself to endure the pain and did not cry out. The twitching muscles in