The flames were reaching higher with every passing second, threatening to spread to the Weasley tent. The tent was forgotten, along with everything in it, now that everybody was out of it and equipped with their wands. The din was enough to make Arthur's ears ring, mixing his thoughts into an undistinguishable muddle with only one thing making any sense: save the children.
Arthur looked at his brood, brought back to reality by the looks of terror on their faces. Even Fred and George's faces were contorted with fear as they turned in place, trying to grasp what was going on around them. Ginny stood in between the two, unsure if she should scream or cling to one of her brothers. Hermione was hanging on Ron's arms, her eyes wide and her breath coming hard and quick. Harry had a strange look on his face—was he frightened, or was he simply trying to understand what was going on?
There was no time to ponder the mystery of Harry Potter's facial expressions.
The screams grew louder as the Death Eaters approached. Arthur's eyes darted between the Death Eaters and the children. He had never had a problem with there being so many of them, but now he wondered if he could protect them all. The chants of the Death Eaters rose in volume and a terrible thought flashed through Arthur's mind: were they coming for Harry?
"Get back to the portkey, everyone, and STICK TOGETHER!" Arthur's voice boomed over the chaos, grabbing the attention of all the teens. Ginny was being overcome with fear and latched onto Fred with all of her strength. Arthur needed to do something, he needed to help, he needed for Ginny not to be scared… "FRED! GEORGE! GINNY IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY! NOW GO!"
Arthur pushed past them and into the oncoming witches and wizards.
Nobody made his children scared.