"I'm going to find out," Khaat said, ready to take him on. Before Robert could stop her, she apparated away from them.
"That child is going to give me a heart attack," Robert sighed.
"I'm going, I'm going," Michael apparated after her.
Khaat apparated several relatively short hops, seeing blood and hair along the way. The third time, she apparated in, and she instantlhy saw Remus in her brain, just as he pushed her face down in the snow. The second she felt herslef hitting the snow, a wand blast flew over the top of her head. She managed to glance up and see the very clear outline of Fenrir in the distance, his wand outstretched her direction. He was in a killing stance. There were two forms behind him. They looked like they were Hagrid's size. One of them scooped up James' form like it was a sack of grain and the three of them apparated out, just as Michael apparated in.
"Sweetheart! You alright?" Michael asked.
"I'm fine, honey," Remus's dry wit came from her form.
"I'd slap you if I wouldn't hit her," Michael sighed. "Get up."
"I can, but she can't. She twisted her ankle when she fell."
"She fell, huh?" Michael doubted that.
"A technicality, Help me up, you big dumb doofus."
"Do it yourself, then," Michael folded his arms.