Their illusions shattered along with the door. Bellatrix was first, her wand out and shooting as soon as she recognised movement. Hermione followed, spells flying. The first one exploded Molly’s wand, the old woman’s face frozen in a terrible frown. Arthur’s fell next, his body smoothly flowing towards the back of the home. Bellatrix went high and followed the curve of the stairwell, a gout of flame and iron pouring from her wand as a face peered out a doorway.