John was in shock. "Merlin's beard! Was that Bellatrix Lestrange?" John asked his uncle, a look of fear on his face. 
"I'm afraid so," George said, stowing his wand in his back pocket. "John, stay in the shop. Don't come out no matter what. And I mean it. Your parents are probably on their way," George said, as he began surveying the damage. 
John knew that if his uncle was scared, he should be too. Normally his uncle would be all about danger. Once they had snuck into a dragon's lair whent they visited Uncle Bill in Romania. John sat down behind the desk and went over what had just happened. He was interrupted by his mother trying to strangle him with a hug and his siblings asking him what it was like. 
"Are you alright dear?" Hermione asked, rubbing her arm absentmindedly. 
"I'm fine mum. She didn't even see me," John said. His mother seemed more disturbed than usual if he had been in trouble. She, like his uncle, seemed terrified. His father didn't look great and he heard him inquiring about Grandma Molly. Why all this fuss over one woman. What could she possibly do?