The blast rocked the house, Rolf jerked awake the house still quivering with the force of the dark magic used. "Luna." Though his wife was already awake. "Go, find the boys, get out." He told her, already rising wand in hand.
There were screams rising from the floor below and Rolf, the screams of his son. And all sense fled him as he raced down the curled staircase to reach him as quickly as he could.
"Everte Statum." He shouted the spell wand pointed at the man who was standing over Lori, it knocked him back off his feet and Rolf rushed to his son. "Come on Lori, on your feet." He knelt by his son only long enough to get the boy off his feet. He wanted to apparate to get them as far as he could from this, but realized he couldn't. "Hang on, son." He'd get them out, all of them, but first there was a Death Eater getting to his feet.