Harry looked around but it looked as though he had lost everyone. The Weasley's were all out of sight. He had been holding onto Ana's hand when they left the tent but after being knocked down they had been separated. Harry ran a few steps and tripped again, this time over a body. The body of a young, thin girl.
He moved the hair out of the girl's face and received a shock. It was Ana. She was out cold, but still breathing. Harry hoisted her into his arms. After observing where all the people seemed to be headed, Harry decided the best action would be to follow.
After only a few yards, it became clear that they weren't really getting anywhere. Tents were burning everywhere, but there were a few smaller ones that hadn't caught afire from the larger ones around them. Harry ducked behind on of these and set Ana down. After feeling the ground for a minute, he found a puddle. Cupping his hands, Harry filled them with water and splashed Ana in the face. She jumped and sputtered a little and seemed very confused.
"Sorry," Harry said, wiping her face with his sleeve. Ana clumsily signed a question. "I don't know," Harry answered. "The crowd's too thick to try and get away right now. We'll stay here until it clears." People had been running by them, and at this moment someone who had tripped over a root kicked Harry in the head. There was nothing in his world but black and Ana's arms, for the briefest moment, as she caught his fall.