It wasn't the sound that woke him from sleep. Nor was it the bright light just outside his window. Instead it was the feeling of his house shaking at its very foundation that aroused him from sleep and made him sit bolt right up in his bed.
For a moment he wondered if he'd been dreaming, but there it was, another shake - though more faint - accompanied by a loud crash, shouts, a bright light.
He got out of bed, wincing only slightly from the knee as he stood by the window, looking outside, seeing fires, people running, the ground shaking.
Merlin, how was this even possible?
Shouting out, he called for the house elf, demanding help to get dressed while getting an update on damages on the house. A moment later he Apparated into the village centre, looking up to see flyers dropping bomb.
Snarling, he aimed his wand, shouting out a hex. This really wasn't good at all.