It took Miles more than a moment to recover from the sheer shock of knowing some Death Eater bastard had Hannah. And as he couldn't speak about it, he was having to internalize all the strings of curses, but when Dominic issued orders to them, he did not even think twice. Smartass though he might be, he was still trained to be a good little soldier – well, good was relative, but still. "Yes, sir!" he said smartly, but there was determination to his normal air as he set off in the direction Dominic indicated.

Hestia didn't wait, simply went the moment Dominic did and searched right beside him, hand still in his except when it made doing something difficult. Yet, even as they searched, she knew it was futile. They had been had, this had been planned and executed flawlessly and Hannah could be in another country by now for all they knew. Hannah, the one who needed protected most of all, not because they had thought her in the most danger but because she had been the hardest hit by all of this, and she had slipped from their grasp without them even knowing it. She wanted, in the same breath she resisted doing so, to call in the Order and all the Aurors and scream it far and wide until everyone knew and was looking for her, but that could well be a death sentence. She knew, now that she herself had escaped their grasp, that the games were over, that the Lestranges had grown bored with being 'generous' and now Hannah was in their hands.

It was only when they had searched ever conceivable spot of the areas Dominic had indicated that Hestia stepped over to a hedge near the terrace and gave into the urge to throw up. It was either that, or fall to pieces, though that seemed not that far off.