Re: Fenrir/George
George was on guard as soon as he heard the first screams. He didn't have his wand, but he wasn't completely helpless. He made his way carefully through the Ministry, helping where he could but his entire focus was on getting out and getting to his children. He saw an Auror go down in front of him, and closed his eyes briefly. This wasn't how things were supposed to be.
He ducked around the corner, and found himself crouching by the lifeless body of an Auror. He looked vaguely familiar, with long dreadlocks and dark skin. Ronan something, he recalled, breathing heavily. His wand was still gripped in his hand, and offering up a silent apology, George pried it from the man's hands. He wouldn't need it anymore, and George needed to get to his kids.
He sent a deadly hex in the direction of a Death eater, grinning when it hit target. He wasn't helpless now, and he moved through the Ministry helping who he could and trying to take out as many Death Eaters. He was nearly to the lobby when a curse took him by surprise, and he dropped to his knees with a scream. He concentrated as best he could, and shot off a weak cutting curse in Greyback's direction.