The world was blurry and silent but for a sharp ring that echoed pain throughout Belise's body. She was completely incapacitated by most standards, but she was also a scared mother on autopilot. Despite whatever injuries she sustained after taking such a terrible blow to the head, she would not let them harm her children.

"Mum?! Mum!" her little boy was screeching somewhere on her left.

"LET GO OF -- STUPEFY!" shouted her spitfire daughter from the right before something heavy crashed to the ground.

Managing to push up onto all fours, Belise blinked slowly at the ground of the forest floor which washed in front of her in flashes of doubles and a variety of fuzzy colors as her breath came shallow and her pulse pounded at the backs of her ears. She blindly reached in the direction that her wand had flown before she had briefly blacked out when hit from behind, but even in her dazed state, she could see that it was not there.

"Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!" Astrid's voice continued as the zap of the stunning spells crackled through the air and there was another thud somewhere behind Belise.

Finally, Belise managed to lift her head as she unsteadily put her feet to the ground in her crouched position. The sight that swam before her was terrifying. All three of their mushroom baskets were cast and strewn about the once peaceful clearing, which now looked like a battle zone with unconscious bodies, a variety of Muggle hand-weapons, and sprays of dirt from misplaced spell casts. There was also Astrid and Lars who were fighting off their Muggle attackers with rudimentary defense spells and wild flailing of limbs, respectively. The fear in little Lars' screams, in particular, bolstered Belise to find her bearings and raise up from the ground just as she felt the warmth of blood running down her cheek, likely from the injuries she'd suffered when she face-planted the thick underbrush.

"Behind you!" Astrid shrieked in Belise's direction in the same moment that she took an almost drunken step as her mind began to focus.

Instinctively, Belise ducked and pulled to one side as she spun out of the way of her attacker who came at her in a blur, wielding a knife of all things. Belise kicked out her foot, which skidded across the ground in front of her as she went down and she grimaced in pain when the wild-eyed man collided with her leg and slammed to ground, possibly onto his knife as he cried out in pain.

Another set of feet was then charging in Belise's direction, but the steps were soft and decidedly from a child. Belise momentarily lost her breath as tiny arms flung around her neck when the weight of little Lars' terrified pounce hit her.

"Your wand!" Belise finally managed to yell as she hooked an arm around her son just in time to see Astrid get grabbed from behind by an hooded, oafish looking man. The scream her daughter let out was one of terror and rage, sending a shock of panic through Belise. Astrid managed to fling her wand through the air before the man could get both of her arms.

Snatching at Lars' tiny hand, Belise lurched and ran low over the short distance to where the wand landed. Swinging around as Lars clutched her robes, Belise let out a volley of offensive hexes with a gusto she didn't know she possessed. Astrid hit the ground on all fours before she was scrambling to her mother and brother.

"Noooooo!" one of the attackers roared just as Astrid collided with Belise and Lars. They disappeared with a sudden and loud pop! leaving their five attackers and several tree limbs on the ground in their wake.

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Pop!

Belise, Astrid, and Lars crashed to the floor as soon as they landed in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic in London. It was midday and milling with wizard folk who didn't notice the battered mother and children. Those who did notice, however, stopped and stared or collided with one another in shock.

Looking up with a mix of relief, panic, and anger on her face, Belise clutched her babies and glared at the nearest spectator. "Stop staring and get me a bleeding Auror!" she yelled in a commanding tone. "We were attacked in Kent and I'll hex you to the ground, too, if you don't get my husband!"