Lost And Found

AT THE GRAVEYARD

Draco was the first to reach the site of explotion.

Hermione was just behind him.

Harry, the Weaslies and Aurors followed.

The air was still crackling with raw, undiluted magic. It was causing slight burn and tingle on their skin and was making their hair frizzy.

It appeared to be a small wooden shack, that blew off. Its ruins were scattered on the ground. Here and there, small bushes and scattered pieces of woods were still burning.

They moved towards the spot where magical sparks were cracking near the ground. It seemed that something was heaped on the ground, something that looked like a small body...

"Jeannyyyyy!!!!!"

Draco screamed.

Hermione threw herself over the little girl's lifeless body, "Nooooo!!!!"

Immediately she jolted back, as her body felt the remnants of extraordinarily powerful magic like electric shock.

Hermione looked at her little daughter in shock. She, then, stretched her hand tentatively to touch the girl's hair, where small sparks were still appearing and disappearing.

Draco was frozen in place.

It was too much for him to take in. He still couldn't believe his eyes.

There was so much blood.

The little girl's whole body was drenched in blood that was still coming out of her nose, mouth and ears. Her face was as white as a sheet. There was no movement in her body except the sudden sparks still generating around her. She was lying there, motionless, lifeless.

"Sir, look here", an Auror shouted from about thirty feet away.

Harry rushed there, "What's it?"

The Auror's hand shook as he pointed at the ground.

Years of experience prevented Harry from the urge to throw up.

The mud was bloody and gory from the mutilated pieces of body parts that were scattered on the ground. It was impossible to identify anything from it. The magical explosion blew the poor person or persons into small pieces.

Harry balled his fists to stop the tremor in his body. He couldn't stop thinking whose body it was. Where were the other children? Were they-?

At that moment, a faint sound, like a moan, came from a small distance ahead.

"Look! The children!" Arthur shouted and rushed towards them.

Hugo, Fred and Roxanne were still fully bound and lying on the ground, scattered few feets distance apart. It was Fred who moaned. He was getting back half consciousness.

Arthur and George checked their pulses. They were alive. Battered and only half conscious, but alive.

"Come on, George, Angelina, take them home quickly", Arthur said.

Then he looked at Hermione and said in a very soft voice, "Hermione, dear..."

Hermione didn't reply. She didn't even move. Draco was now hunched beside her, both looking at their daughter in shock, silent tears streaming through their faces.

Arthur approached them cautiously.
He said, "Hermione, have you tried to check her pulse? She might still be..."

Hermione shook her head and said faintly, "N-no... I d-don't... She isn't b-breathin-" before she broke down in sobs.

She was right. There was no movement on the little girl's chest, no sign of breathing. But still, Arthur reached at the side of her neck and waited...