Melee

"Oh my God, that can't be... Mr. Roberts!" Arthur Weasley stopped in his tracks, staring in horror at the three people being tortured above the Death Eaters' heads.

The adult man, now that they were closer, was clearly the Muggle campsite manager who had been in charge of their camp.

The other two were a woman about Mr. Roberts's age and a child of around ten. The child was no longer moving, with only his head swaying right and left under the pull of gravity.

"They... how could they do this?" Hermione Granger covered her mouth in disbelief, the surrounding flames reflected in her eyes.

The frenzied attackers and suffering innocents made the scene painfully similar to the terrorist attacks she had once seen on television, no less tragic in its misery.

Ginny Weasley's body swayed from sheer terror. Even Sirius Black had his brows drawn tightly together, looking deeply pained.

"Death Eaters... have no humanity..." Arthur Weasley murmured.

They paused briefly because of the Muggle family of three.

"They're attacking Muggles. Why would they do this?"

"Uncle Weasley, you go first. I'll deal with them." Eli silently moved from the back of the group to Arthur Weasley's side.

Eli looked calm, but the slight twitching of his cheek revealed the fury in his heart.

They all knew Eli's strength, so they had placed him at the rear of the group, alongside Arthur Weasley and Sirius Black, to protect the relatively vulnerable Harry and the others.

Arthur Weasley looked utterly incredulous. He stared fixedly at Eli, anxious, convinced that Eli was saying this only because he had acted on impulse.

"Eli, don't say such foolish things... We need to leave. The Ministry of Magic's security personnel will be here soon!" Arthur Weasley immediately called to the people behind him, ready