The rain caused the river to swell slightly, and even more panic spread across the masses. Hestia was littered with injuries, and she hadn’t slept more than a couple of hours with in the last couple of days. It was when she was at the Community Center, starting the evacuations that it had hit her like a ton of bricks that she didn’t see Megan. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d even seen her, and that made her feel like an awful aunt.
She broke away from the group, determined to look for her. At this point, Hestia was just praying that she’d been sent home. Megan deserved a happy life, safe away from whatever was going on in this village. It reminded Hestia of when she was younger, when the first war had happened, and she’d run her first couple of Order missions. They were a mess, dangerous and chaotic. So many people died in that year she’d joined. And now all around here there were people crying, death and sickness. It was starting to wear on everyone.
Wand out, Hestia saw a monster, and some fighting one. It looked like it was going well, until all of a sudden it wasn’t and Hestia ran over to it. She had aimed her wand when the girl delivered the killing blow to the beast, before tripping over herself.
“Fuck.” Hestia said, picking up the pace as the girl smacked her head on the rock. She knelt next to the girl, a wave of her wand to try and at least stop the blood on the girls head injure.
“Hey, Weasley.” She said softly. She didn’t know what the girls name was, it was Ginny right? Or was it one of the future kids. As much as she loved Molly and Arthur, it was damn near impossible to keep their family straight. “Hey, eyes open. I’m going to pick you up, alright. My name is Hestia, I’m going to get you to a healer, yeah?”