The brunette screamed, her eyes slamming shut, muscles in her body tensing, waiting to feel the freezing embrace of death licking at her skin. Seconds tick by, feeling like days, before she slowly crack's an eye open, seeing a large rock suspended in the air before her, green flames running across the cracked and blackened stone.
She lifted her wand, slashing it through the air, a thick red line appearing where she ran it, before she stabbed the angry rip in the air with the tip of her wand, sending it flying through the air, like a deadly blade. She heard several bodies drop to the ground, either dodging the spell, or falling victim to it's razor sharp edge.
A blazing green killing curse slammed into the stonework inches from her face, earning a retaliating curse into the darkness. With satisfaction Hermione heard a hushed scream of pain. The witch felt the pull of the anti-Dark magic wards trigger, activated by the killing curse hitting the building. A bright light sparked from the tower of the church, rising into the air before, with a loud bang, exploding into a shimmering dome around the church. The spells from the darkness rained down upon the shield, impacting harmlessly against its surface.
A voice rang through the air, echoing off the courtyard walls, as a prerecorded message shattered the quiet.
"We are under attack. Grab your wands, and your Intel, burn the rest. Apparate away, and wait for further instructions."
The witch turned, flinging the large steel door open as spells pounded upon the wards, the most powerful of which smashed through the ward, leaving a rapidly healing hole behind. She slammed the door shut as a blood red curse smashed against the door, denting the door in a large spike, right where her head would have been. Hermione slashed her wand at the door, her mouth frantically screaming a charm at the door.
"Certamen!"
With a sound like metal screaming, the door and wall melded together, becoming an impassable barrier. Turning her back to the wall, she took in the sight of an organized retreat. The order had long learned to run and fight another day after a huge loss at Grimmauld Place.
People ran back and forth, grabbing the most vital intel and sliding it into messenger bags, purses, and any other cases they could lay there hands on. Whatever papers could be left behind were smoldering in a blazing fire in the middle of the room, the smell of parchment burning flitting through the air in an almost calming smell, despite the heavy spell impacts from outside.
The Brunette slowly breathed out, steeling her shaken nerves as she produced a ear shattering bang from the tip of her vine wood wand. She spoke up as everyone fell silent, turning from there paper gathering to listen to their leader.
"Everyone listen here!" The young witch screamed, straining slightly to be heard over the one-sided battle outside. "Everyone grab whatever you can and begin Appariting away. You have," The witch paused momentarily to stab her wand over her head, a pair of large burning numbers counting out one min appearing above her head, before continuing, "until this timer counts down. When this counter goes off I want everyone ou-"
The witch was cut off as a massive tremor ran through the building, the wall behind her cracking horribly, a spider web like crack running from floor to roof, sending chunks of rock to the floor.
"Forget that." She said, the crowd before her staring at her, some looking at the crack.
As if by unanimous consent, the order before her began Appariting away in small groups, the popping becoming faster and faster until the witch was left with Anthony before her.
"Is everyone gone?" Hermione asked, her eyes sweeping the room, looking for any stragglers.
"Aye. Tha onl' un we gat left es Jinny." He replied, his broad Scottish accent rolling off his tongue strongly, to anxious to speak clearly.
"I'll go get her, and I'll meet you at Robins bend." Hermione turned to make her way into the morgue, a rough hand grabbing hers instantly.
"Hermi-," He began, before she silenced him with a glare. He wanted to protest, but he knew she had something to say first, so he simply looked at her.
"Anthony. I love you," she said, her eyes strained slightly. He could see the pain in her eyes, evident even after so long over the deaths and disappearances of her friends. He knew she expected him to leave but he stood fast, simply waiting for her to finish. "You have to go. If anything happen to you I don't think I could manage." She stepped closer to him, throwing a quick hug around his waist, and for a split second he can feel the hard wood of a wand pressed into his side as she whispers inaudibly.
She releases him quickly, taking a fast step back as she opens her mouth to say, "But I have to do this myself. Activate!" She snaps, his eyes widening as his now portkey'd robes flash blue, taking him far from her. She knew later he would be angry, but she would have to deal with that later.
Hermione stared for a moment at the space before her, before bricks began dropping from the ceiling several feet from her. Her eyes snapped upwards, seeing the ceiling caving, long cracks undermining the support of the roof.
She snapped into action, her legs carrying her deeper into the church, the impact of spells slowly fading into the distance. She raced through the church, pulling a loose Galleon out of her pocket as she ran, quickly tapping it with her wand, making the small coin flash blue, before fading a lackluster gold once again. The witch burst through the doors, stumbling as the building heaved, sending a fresh wave of rocks smashing to the floor. She ran to Ginny's side, immediately checking the young woman's pulse and grabbing several emergency stabilizing potions.
Turning from the potion rack, the witch was slammed to the floor by a large rock that had broken loose. Hermione let out a blood curdling scream as another rock fell from the ceiling, pinning her arm against the floor, breaking the bone and pushing the jagged edge through her skin, blood running into her robes. Through gritted teeth, Hermione sees a section of rock falling straight above Ginny, and in desperation, does the only thing she has left. She pitches the coin wildly, waiting until it lands on the unconscious girls robe sleeve, before biting off a hurried activate.
A white light pierces the darkness, just as the rock smashes the gunnery table the young witch had just vacated. Hermione sobbed, her last chance having just gone up in a flash. She cowered closer to the rock as dirt, and dust rained down upon her as the building literally tore itself apart. The witch attempted to angle herself closer to her wand, but was unable to with her arm pinned. With a loud crack, a support beam above her fell, and with a horrified scream the girl knew no more.
He approached the church carelessly, his feet drawing him in a set path through a blaze of spell fire, not even attempting to hide himself. Soon the curse casting had faded, before they began raining down upon the wizard.
The man merely held up his hand, dozens of spells slowing to a stop, before melding into a single black ball, pure energy arcing from the ball, slicing the ground into fiery ribbon's and the smell of Ozone in the air.
He smiled evilly as he pushed the curse forward, sending the re-purposed spell slicing through the air, exploding in demonic flames in the darkness. He felt the magical presence physically lessening, telling him he had managed to kill many of the would be ambushers. He laughed as he turned toward the door to the church, now a solid sheet of metal. He waved his wand lazily, a gleam in his eyes as the door melted in its place, allowing the powerful mage entrance.
He stepped into the dim interior of the church, his black eyes scanning the room before him. He stabbed his wand in the air, the ghostly image of a young brunette appearing in the air before him. He watched the apparition, following it as it ran deeper into the church. Before long the image had slid through what was now a solid rock wall.
He flicked his wand quickly, whispering "Lifius*." as he did so.
A red shadow appeared on the rocks, before silently sliding into the cracks of the rubble, appearing a moment later blood red, now almost giving off a glow.
Tapping his wand against his leg momentarily, he waved his arm in a circle around him, his mouth whispering in an ancient tongue. His body lost color, warmth and feeling, as if his whole body had gone to sleep at the same time. He stepped toward the rock pile, phasing through the rocks as if he wasn't there.
He stepped forward, passing through the rocks until he emerged in a small enclosed space, where a young girl lay, a support beam resting over her, creating a dome to keep the rocks from crushing her. Two wands lay at his feet, caked in dust, and the man idly wondered who the second wand belonged to.
The man released his spell, his body phasing back into the world, feeling's and senses returning. The smell of mildew and dust assaulted his nose, while cold plagued his body. The man crouched down, quickly examining the girl's arm and the boulder holding her down. He quickly tapped his wand against the bottom of the rock, vanishing a small portion of it, allowing him to slide her broken arm out from below the rock.
The young witch groaned pitifully in her unconsciousness, causing the man to pause. He gently tapped the witch with his wand, her facial expressions relaxing as the pain receptors in her body turned off, leaving her in a painless sleep.
The wizard gently laid his hand upon the witches shoulder, twisting through air as the man and woman vanished into thin air.
If Hermione had been awake, being Apparated away by a mysterious man would have bothered her immensely. But alas the young woman was not.