His heart pounding, Harry whirled away from the scene. The screaming was too much to bear, let alone seeing the brutality of it all.
Gliding down on the broomstick again, he jumped to the ground and stumbled around the tree trunk.
"Ron!" he whispered. "We have to go! Get Krysta and -,"
He stopped dead.
His hands raised, Ron looked at his friend apologetically. Standing before him, with a wand trained to his heart, stood Bellatrix – and she was holding Krysta.
Despite absolutely everything, Harry laughed.
"Wow, you look even uglier than before." He said.
Bellatrix's broken face turned to thunder. "AVADA-!"
Her voice turned into a scream as Sirius' jaws snapped shut around her arm. Toppling over, the woman smashed into the ground, her head striking the jagged rocks of the old river bed.
Instantly transforming, Sirius caught Krysta's unconscious form before she hit the ground.
"Krysta?" he called, gently cradling her upper body against himself. He swept back her long hair and cupped her face in his hand. "Sweetheart, wake up."
Krysta just lay unconscious and getting colder in his arms.
"She's badly hurt, Sirius," Harry said kneeling down beside him. "She needs help now."
Sirius nodded and carefully handed Krysta to Harry. "Take her back to the Weasley house. Voldemort doesn't know who I am or that you two are here. Sneak off on the broomstick and let us handle the rest. I'm guessing Dante wants some serious payback. Just get back to the house the protection spells should keep you safe there."
Harry nodded and pulled his sister into his arms as Ron grabbed the broomsticks and his wand from the ground.
"Let's go." Ron whispered. "You should get back up there before they notice, Sirius."
Already back in his dog form, the huge animal scrambled back up the ravine and vanished into the cloud of dark magics still issuing several screams.
Moments later, the boys were in the air.
They hadn't been noticed.
They were going to make it out.
They should've realised by now, their plans never usually worked out.