Sandy had been sleeping quite soundly when he had heard yelling and screaming and for a moment, he thought he was still dreaming. He had been dreaming about Lori and their grandfather sitting by the fire swapping stories when a man had come in and killed him.
Rushing downstairs, he felt sick when he realised it was true.
"Fuck!" he whispered, it only taking him a second to act. He recalled all of the Defence Knowledge he had and started casting hexes, nothing damaging but enough to confuse and disorientate the Death Eater. Firing off quick spells one after the other and not giving the man in the mask time to fight them off or reply, he waited until everybody was up and out of the house before racing outside.
Wrapping his arms around Lori, he held him up. "Apparate quickly! We'll meet you at St Mungo's - Dad needs to be seen and Lori will need to be seen too."