Tears rolled down reddened cheeks, blinding her as she sat on the rubble covered floor. Part of her wanted to blink them away and risk looking around her, but the other part of her was too frightened. So unlike the Gryffindor she supposedly was, she'd rather give to unknown then risk the knowledge of something that would be perhaps too painful. Coward.

How quickly things change. Just moment ago she was looking at the man she loved beyond anything in the world, the next there was darkness, all around her, and in her heart. It was a cold feeling, no, it wasn't even cold, it was a feeling of pure numbness. There was nothing to touch, nothing to feel, no one was there, and she was so very number as she curled up on the floor. Was it all over now? Had this been it? The allowance of a moment of pure bliss, to be viciously stolen from her.

No. This could not be it. Struggling against herself, the sluggish feeling that had engulfed her body, she placed her hands on the floor, pushing herself to her knees. Slowly but surely she found herself on her feet, feeling wobbly at best.

Looking around the room she could only see destruction. There was a heavy, thick, dark smoke settling over the room, making it hard to see through the slight burning sensation it caused in her eyes. What she could see was shattered glass, a few bodies on the floor, chunks of wall that were missing, quite frankly it appeared as if the room had been hit by a bomb. She looked down at herself, white dress marred with smudges of black and the deepest shade of red. Everything was ruined, her wedding dress included.

Stumbling forward she reached for something, not something. Someone. But her hands felt nothing, just air.

Confusion fell over her, her hands reaching to her ears as the realisation fell, she couldn't hear. It was odd, the sound of her blood rushing through her body, her heart thump against her chest, but there was nothing she could really place. Everything marred together, slow and sluggish sounding.

A face appeared before her eyes suddenly, it was one that spread warmth through her, the familiar black hair, the warm skin, the nose, those hazel eyes. James.

His mouth was opening and closing, but his words were not making sense, she blinked at him, as he continued on. She shook her head. It didn't make sense. She didn't have time to make sense of it, not before all sound came rushing back and nearly knocked her off her feet with how dizzying it was.

"Lily we need to get out now, Deatheaters!" James stated with panic in his voice as he gripped her arms, trying to steady her. "Come on, the front exit is blocked, we need to find another way."

"James!" Her own voice was wrong, weaker than she meant, she looked at her husband, stopping and blinking, still completely confused as to what was going on. The last she remembered she was dancing with him, their first dance on their wedding day. Their wedding day. How did this link up to that. "I- I don't understand?" She searched his face for answers, but found in them only fear. "James?"

"Lily, we're under attack, the Deatheaters are here," James told her, taking her face into his hands. "I don't know what happened, but they are here, now I need to get you to safety."

They'd been dancing, James in his suit and Lily in his dress. Tillie remembered watching it so very clearly, the perfection of the moment. Mitchell was stood just behind her, his hands on her hips as she held their child in her arms, now nearly two years old, with that tuft of dark hair turning into curls. Knowing that this was a probable future for those two, knowing this was a possibility. Future and happiness.

And then it was all gone.

The room shook, violently shook, then the ceiling cracked, she saw it fall, before Mitchell pulled her and their daughter from danger. Smoke billowed out, stinging her eyes, she covered Kara's face, wanting to protect her currently screaming daughter. They moved towards the exit, making it out the door in time to see the arrival of clocked figures.

Mitchell did not think twice before grabbing his wife and daughter and trying to apparate out, but it failed. He bundled them close, before spells and curses went flying, seeing no other option he threw them all through the glass window and back into the smoke filled building. Kara was screaming, Tillie shaking, and neither knew what to do in that moment. Finally Mitchell pulled out his wand, casting his patronus and sent it to find other members of the Order. They would know what to do.

James spotted the familiar sight of Mitchell's patronus with relief, he'd spotted the direction it had come from and made his way forward, bringing his new wife with him, it was not long before he found them. However Lily was clearly in no state by the time they had reached them.

"James, we're surrounded-" James nodded he knew this already. "I want to get Kara the hell out of here and Lily-"

Mitchell stopped short; James had both his arms around Lily, practically dragging her behind him. Her skin was white, her dress doused in blood. It appeared to be coming from the number of cuts that covered her body, but mainly the one on her neck. It could have only just missed her artery. She was barely standing on her own two feet, her eyes looking vacant, he realised there was also blood trickling down along her hairline.

"We need to get you out."

"Can we apparate?" James asked, Mitchell shook his head, James swore, he needed to get his wife to safety. He couldn't face the Deatheater, there were far too many, and it couldn't be long before they decided to enter the building. The floo could be crumbling with the house. And while there were people around, whoever did this, did it from the inside. "Fly, we'll fly out."

Mitchell looked doubtful for a moment before nodding his head. They weren't able to fight their way out, and Portkey was difficult with children, especially with a wounded adult as well.

James held his wand high, called out "Accio brooms!"

His eyes scanning the area around them, he spotted the brooms quickly, they swooped through the air, cutting a path through the smoke and dust, eventually pausing in front of him, waiting patiently for their next command. He turned to his wife, taking his in his arms, and carrying her up onto the broom with him, as Mitchell did the same with Tillie and Kara.

"Be safe, brother," Mitchells voice said tersely. James nodded one in response before pushing off the ground.