We made our way out of the brothel, wands in hand as gunfire and spellfire pierced the air non-stop. One of the women who had worked in the brothel was wailing in pain as she held the dead body of her son in her arms, a single gunshot having gone through his skull, leaving most of the skull missing as grey and red matter leaked all over the pavement. She was repeating "Why? Why him? Why?" as she cursed Merlin's name for letting the Goblins and Muggles take away her son.