The blinding flash of light was almost too much for Harry to process. His body flinched instinctively, but the force of it seemed to sweep the air away from him, leaving him gasping for breath. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, his still-healing injuries flaring with pain, but there was no time to focus on that. Not now.

The room exploded into chaos.

Sirius was already moving, his wand up and aiming at Bellatrix, his voice sharp and commanding. "Move, now!" he shouted, pulling Harry toward the far side of the bed. The panic in his eyes was barely concealed, but there was no time for fear. There was only action.

Fenrir Greyback's growl rumbled through the air, filling the space with a predatory tension. The werewolf's eyes gleamed with hunger as he stalked forward, and Harry knew without a doubt that they had seconds, maybe less, before all hell broke loose.

"Stevan!" Sirius barked, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the room, looking for an exit. "Get Harry out of here. Now!"

Doctor Stevan didn't hesitate. He was already moving toward Harry's side, his hand steady as he placed it on Harry's shoulder, his eyes sharp with focused intensity. "Stay calm, Harry. I'm getting you out of here."

Before Harry could protest, Stevan's wand moved, casting a quick, precise charm that sealed the door and flickered a ward of protection. It wouldn't hold long, but it was enough to give them a few more seconds.

But Bellatrix's laughter shattered the momentary calm.

"You really think you can stop me?" she sneered, her voice laced with venom. Her eyes glinted as she took a slow, deliberate step forward, her wand raised. "The Dark Lord's command is clear, and you're only delaying the inevitable."

Sirius stood his ground, his posture defensive, yet resolute. "Not if I can help it." His voice was low, but Harry could hear the protective fury in it.

Bellatrix raised her wand with a sharp flick. "Crucio!"

The curse screamed through the air, but Stevan's quick reflexes saved them. A shield shimmered into place, the curse bouncing harmlessly off. Harry could feel the warmth of the magic as it hit the shield, but it wasn't enough. Bellatrix's magic was powerful. They had to move, and quickly.

With a nod, Stevan turned to Harry. "We need to go. Now."

Harry tried to stand, but his body betrayed him. His legs wobbled, and his breath came in ragged gasps. Pain shot through his body as he staggered, but Stevan's steady grip on his shoulder kept him upright.

"You have to move, Harry. I know you're weak, but we don't have time."

But Harry's mind was already racing. Bellatrix was relentless. Fenrir was right there. The Order his friends he couldn't just leave them.

"Sirius…" Harry gasped, his voice breaking. "They… They'll hurt everyone. We have to..."

"I know," Sirius cut him off, his voice fierce. "I'll get them. I'll keep you safe. Trust me." His gaze locked onto Harry's for a brief moment, filled with unspoken promises. "Now go."

The urgency in his voice was enough to snap Harry into action. He staggered with Stevan's help, each step slow, each movement pain-wracked, but they made it to the door.

And that was when the shield failed.

A crackling explosion filled the room, shattering the ward that had been holding them safe. The door burst open, and Bellatrix was standing there, her expression wild with fury.

"Not so fast," she spat, raising her wand again.

The Order reacted in an instant. Kingsley's voice rang out, firm and commanding. "We need to stop her! No one gets past us!" He raised his wand, a shield charm forming in front of him, blocking Bellatrix's next curse as it shot out toward him.

Mad-Eye Moody was already moving, his wooden leg thumping on the ground with every step. "We've got to contain her before she calls for backup!" His wand was out, spinning defensive spells at the ready, but Bellatrix was quick, slithering around each one like a shadow, her eyes glinting with mania.

"Let me deal with this!" Tonks cried, her voice fierce as she transformed into a more nimble version of herself, darting toward Bellatrix. But Bellatrix was ready, twisting her wand in a sharp motion. "Expulso!" she hissed, and a blast of force sent Tonks sprawling to the floor, gasping for air.

Sirius, still by Harry's side, growled in frustration as he turned toward the chaos. "We have to move now!" His voice was filled with urgency, and for a split second, Harry felt a pang of guilt for not being able to fight with them.

But he couldn't focus on that. Not now. His own body was barely able to stay upright as Stevan helped him move, guiding him further away from the wreckage of the battle.

"Stevan, what if..." Harry tried to speak, but his voice faltered, his breath shallow as pain coursed through him.

Stevan's grip tightened on his shoulder, his expression calm but focused. "We're getting you out of here, Harry. The battle's not over yet, but we can't afford to stay."

But Harry's mind was racing. Bellatrix was one of the most dangerous Death Eaters, and she had barely been deterred by the Order's spells. If she could slip past them once, she would do it again.

The shriek of another curse split the air, followed by Bellatrix's wild, mocking laughter. "You think you can keep me away from him? You're all fools! The Dark Lord's will will be done." Her words, laced with venom, were a chilling reminder of the dark forces at work.

And then, just as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone.

Sirius's eyes darted to the spot where she had stood just moments before. "No!" He stepped forward, his hand outstretched as though to stop her, but the air shimmered around her. A low pop signaled her departure she had Apparated.

"Damn it!" Sirius spat, his frustration palpable. He was already turning back toward Harry, who was struggling to stand, leaning heavily on Stevan. "She's gone for now," he said, his voice tight with worry. "But she won't be far."

The Order was regrouping quickly. Kingsley shot a glance at Mad-Eye, his face grim. "We need to find her before she reports back. We can't let her gather reinforcements."

But Harry's focus was already on something else the weight of Sirius's protective gaze, the way his godfather's brow furrowed as he took a step closer to him.

"Harry, are you alright?" Sirius asked, his voice softer than before. But there was no hiding the worry in his eyes. "We need to get you somewhere safe."

Harry wanted to say something, to assure Sirius that he was fine, but the words didn't come. His body ached with exhaustion, his heart still racing from the danger.

"Stevan, we need to move him," Sirius continued, his tone sharper now. "Get him out of here quickly. Before she comes back with reinforcements."

Stevan nodded, his expression resolute. "I'm taking him to a more secure location, Sirius. I won't risk him here. We'll need to make sure he's hidden."

Sirius turned back toward the others, nodding sharply. "We'll handle things here. You keep him safe. I'll be with you in a moment."

Meanwhile, in a Nearby Room:

Frank Longbottom's eyes fluttered open.

The steady beeping of machines, the sterile scent of the hospital, and the faint sound of voices filtered into his consciousness. His body felt heavy, like he had been asleep for far too long. His vision blurred for a moment, but as he blinked, the faces of those around him came into focus.

Neville was at his side, his hand resting on his father's arm, his face a mixture of relief and concern. "Dad?" Neville's voice cracked as he spoke, and Frank could see the years of worry and strain etched on his son's face.

Frank's mind was foggy, disoriented, but one thing was clear the weight of the world seemed to be pressing down on him. He tried to speak, but his throat was dry, and his voice barely escaped as a raspy whisper. "Neville..."

Neville's eyes filled with tears as he leaned closer. "Dad, you're awake. You're really awake!"

Frank tried to sit up, but his body was weak. The reality of where he was slowly began to sink in. The last thing he remembered his time at the Longbottoms' house, the tortures they had suffered, and how his body had failed him. He couldn't remember much else, but the pain, the fear... it was still there.

"Neville, what happened? Where's Harry?"

Neville's face grew serious. "He's here. He's been through a lot, Dad... but he's safe for now." His gaze flickered to the doorway where Stevan and a few others were moving Harry, still unconscious but stable.

"Stevan's taking him to a more secure location. We'll protect him, I promise," Neville said, the weight of his words heavy with meaning.

Frank's eyes widened as the realization hit him. He couldn't sit idly by. Not again. "I'm not done yet," he muttered, trying to push himself up, his body protesting at every movement. "We have to help him."

Neville's hand gently restrained him. "You need to rest, Dad. Let's get Harry safe, and then we can"

Frank's gaze sharpened, his old fighting spirit returning in the face of the danger surrounding them. "No. I'll fight. I won't fail again."

Neville hesitated, but then, seeing the determination in his father's eyes, nodded. "Alright, Dad. But we need to be smart about this."