Miles was glad he'd stayed back now, and was glad that he'd chosen to stay on the ground. The muggle baiting that the Lestranges had started was something he'd been amused by, but when he saw women and innocent children starting to be tortured, he felt something inside suddenly halt his wand.
For once his thoughts turned to his wife, and to his unborn daughter. Even though these were muggles, were these children deserving of such torture.
He felt torn - torn between his loathing of Muggles, and the fact that his family was now far too important in his life for him to ignore.
Standing there, he was unable to raise his wand. At least at the family trying to flee. A hex flew his way from what looked to be an auror disguised as a policeman, and suddenly he found himself.
He sent a blasting curse at the auror, watching the ground erupt at his feet. Now this, he could do.