Danny's shaking again, and breathless, but he levers himself up on hands and knees and comes over to the kids. "See, nothin' to it. We're good. We've got this."

He's halfway muttering to himself out of sheer anxiety, but he puts a hand on the youngest child's head, ring gleaming again as he casts a painkilling spell. "This should help but stay still because it's not going to fix any injuries. Here, wrap the jacket around that leg, I can't tell if you're bleeding, it's too dark..."

Hermione's voice makes him look up, and the amount of light he can see through the debris above is heartening.

"Hermione! I'm here. We're all here! One of the kids is gonna need a medic!"