"What is THAT?" Harry demanded as he pointed up at the sky. His friends looked up with just as much terror and confusion as him as they watched it slide around the clouds. After a few moments, he reached his hand up as his scar flared in agony. Only pausing when a distraction presented itself; spells suddenly flying over their heads. Blasting against the rubble behind them as they ducked and tried to avoid getting hit. Eventually, the spells stopped as Arthur's voice echoed over top.