By this point the kid had gotten Luna into a safer portion of the Residence. She was shivering having only her wand and some of her things(all personal items that can't be replaced). Silvery eyes watched for Ginny and Hagrid, even that new Black fellow. Beyond the dust in her blonde hair and retrashed arm she was otherwise fine but inside matters were worse, she was reliving what happened with the Death Eaters all those months prior.
Anyone could see how hard she was trying to keep from shaking by this point.
After the last person has gotten out, or, at the very least, gotten into a stable part of the Residence, Tim feels it is finally safe to drop his load. Slowly, carefully, he eases the magic down, letting the full weight rest upon the ground. This, of course, results in quite a bit more damage to the residence, as everything collapses in upon itself.
Tim makes his ways through the tunnels, clearing out an area for him to walk in. It is as he does this that he notices the cape, in the rubble. Hurriedly clearing away debris, Tim drops to his knees, hoping against hope that he's wrong, hoping there is life here.
Some small time later, a portion of the lawn swings upwards, revealing a dusty, dirty Tim, holding in his arms the corpse of the Phantom of the Opera.
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