I was in pain from both arms being immobilized, but at least I was disillusioned. I could run, I could hide, maybe Crookshanks would still be able to smell me...It seemed pretty bleak to put my hopes on a cat I haven't seen for over a year, but that's what I was down to. There was a series of blasts of wand fire and gunshots in one direction, and a massive explosion went up in the opposite. It oddly reminded of the attack at Xenophilius Lovegood's house. I shook that thought out of my head, and kept my eyes peeled for my familiar. Even though it had been over a year, I recalled that he seemed okay with the plan to protect my parents as I shipped them here.