"Harry!"
Harry almost ignored the cry. He had staggered to a stop against a tree that was half-burnt and twisted against the sky. Dimly, he opened his eyes and saw a figure hurrying toward him.
"Harry? Harry! Thank God. Come on now, survivors are reassembling at the Headquarters."
"Tonks?"
"Yes, Harry. I – you haven't seen…?"
There was too much hope in her eyes for Harry to crush it that easily. He found he didn't have the strength. "I haven't."
"Oh. Well, maybe he'll be back at the Headquarters when we get back," Tonks said with a false cheerfulness. Harry had never seen her look this worried or glum since she'd been mooning over Lupin to begin with. Harry realized that it was not only his life that had undergone great, catastrophic changes. Please, don't let it destroy us, was his only thought as he gripped Tonks' arm, too weak to apparate on his own, and felt himself hauled once more into darkness.