The orders were instantaneous. Protect the Minister and cheif of the Wizengamot, spread out, start searching. Had he been less preoccupied by the idea that Voldemort was here, playing a game of cat and mouse with his son and possibly threatening the entire government, then he would have taken a moment to feel pride in the way that the department functioned.
Seeing Craig, Al, Remus and Sirius, Harry rushed over, taking a look at his son carefully. "Go home, Al," he said. "I don't want you here while this is going on. Not your sister either. I'll be there as soon as I can, but you have to mind your sister until I can, all right?" He knew he'd have to stun James if he wanted him gone, rules or no rules, and he couldn't say he wasn't tempted, but now was not the time to be the protective father. Not for him. For his younger two, the matter was entirely different. He wanted them home and safe, now.