Harry leaped onto his broom and went after the nearest Inferi with a single-minded fury he'd not experienced since the war. He could hear screams, see blood-streaked people running in all directions, and his sense of smell was overwhelmed with the sickly sweet stench of burning flesh.
Just as he'd crushed four Inferi in one of his shield spells turned inside-out, Harry thought he heard his name shouted above the general din. A quick scan below him revealed Faelan carrying a mud-caked woman to the top of a hill several others were using as a vantage point. He landed immediately, reminded that his first responsibility should be to the people he loved, not...everyone.
"Merlin, is that Hermione?!" he asked as he tried to wipe mud from her face.