The lengthy incantation was accompanied by intricate wand movements. Other than a small vibration from the tip of her wand, there were no other signs that the barrier surrounding her cottage had been breached. Following Amelia's tentative pace, the two women defied the deep dark night.
Given the strategy that he been chosen to protect Amelia, their movements had taken place under a veil of discretion. As far as the wizarding world was concerned Amelia was their latest fallen hero. Other than a few privileged Order member, their community was grieving the most powerful witch of their time.
Feeling the weight of her friend against her side, Minerva was currently holding the most powerful witch of their time up. A bundle of suitcases followed them along the short pathway leeding them inside. "We are almost there." She encouraged. "Home," she added feebly. This cottage had not felt like home in years. She did not believe it would feel like home ever again.