James - 3
James has been sat on one edge of the pool, one foot dangling carelessly in the water and chatting happily away, when the birds arrived. He heard them before he saw them - a beating of wings which had him turning in confusion. They were in the dungeons, after all. It wasn't exactly a high-traffic area for flocks of birds. But almost before he spotted them, a scream ripped through the echoing space. James was on his feet in an instant, watching a body covered in flames fall into the water, his wand somehow clenched in his hand.
It seemed like all hell broke loose then. Instinctively, James looked around for Lily and Harry, finally spotting his son barrelling through the crowd in the direction of the pool. But where was Lily? She'd just left to get some food... the birds seemed to be everywhere, and as desperately as James searched for his wife, he couldn't spot her. Instead he found himself automatically falling in alongside three familiar figures, sending shield charms and defensive charms upwards.
It all seemed to pass in a blur of feathers, fire and screama. At one point he ducked to avoid a swooping bird, ending up landing awkwardly on his right arm. There was a searing pain and a crack, and when he looked down there was a disconcerting flash of white jutting out and strange angle. James forced himself not to look again, gritting his teeth and heading back into the chaos.