Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
The dark sky was lit up by hundreds of fires. The Order was working its way through a thick group of Death Eaters who stood in a five layered wall for over a mile in length. Twenty feet away was an equally thick and equally long wall. In the remaining ten feet of space, one person walked in between these Death Eaters. His eyes were open wide and glowing violent red. He was not hexing the Order members or Aurors who were fighting either group of Death Eaters but just walking as a wall of people protected him from either side.
He stopped very suddenly and grabbed a Death Eater from the line on either side and pulled both to him. The three crouched to one knee and drew their wands. "For you my Lord!" And as every muggle on Privet Drive awoke, the three rose to their feet and continued walking until they entered Number Four Privet Drive. There in the kitchen lay the Dursleys, dead. The three kneeled one more time and put their wands to the ground.
Outside the Death Eaters suddenly disapparated. The shocked Order members and Aurors swarmed Number Four, Ronald Weasley (the stowaway who was definitely not an Order member yet,) was first. He came into the kitchen and looked upon the dead Dursleys and the three kneeling men. He looked at the tallest of these and yelled, "Harry, no, what are you doing!?"
Harry Potter looked up from where he was kneeling and almost lazily cast a killing curse. Ron dodged to his left. He felt a heat pass by his head and was smirking almost at his dodge of the spell when blackness overtook him. Bill Weasley leapt forward at Harry who turned back to the other two and flung his wand back to the ground.
At first a large, green triangle appeared, and then an almost invisible wave shot out from around the house. The group that had swarmed the house was thrown out of it entirely, and just as they thought the worst was over, a violent shaking came, lifting them all from the ground with the bit of street they were standing on.
Bill leapt off of the flying cement to the ground, as it slammed into a home, destroying it. Once more he was airborne, but this time he couldn't move. The last thing he saw was the cement chunk's apparent landing pad, the roof of another house.