The night went on and Alani was speaking with Luna Lovegood when something large and silver came falling through the canopy over the dance floor. Graceful and gleaming, the lynx landed lightly in the middle of the astonished dancers. Heads turned, as those nearest it froze absurdly in mid-dance. Then the Patronus's mouth opened wide and it spoke in the loud, deep, slow voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt. "The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of magic is dead. They are coming... They are coming!" a cold chill fell through the air. Everyone whom Alani had got to know that day, fled, as did the Lovegoods and Fred's Aunt. "Get behind me- don't ask questions!" she ordered Fleur, Hermione, Harry and all the other Order members. Fourth Death Eaters landed in front of Alani, they curled smiles. "What are you going to do? Stab us? We are wearing protection cloaks, you can use that Muggle stuff on us!" The Death Eater at the front chimed. Alani eyed her watch as her alarm went off. "I don't have to, I can do magic now!" she gleamed. 