Lily had re-emerged and swallowed the jet of green light, before falling helplessly to the floor. Then the air came alive. Two, five, ten ... maybe a hundred swirls of breezing Apparition exploded all around him. Harry was too dazed to really tell. He looked up to see Neville and Enola, Angharad and Myfanwy dart forward to form a protective arc around him and take up the fight to Dumbledore, casting so fast and furiously that even the corpse-wizard turned and fled into the scattering mass of Death Eaters behind him. Harry's heart soared as he saw them, ranged alongside one another for him, a line of ferocious defenders driving their enemies back.