"I got up, and I grabbed the hat, and I pulled the sword from it and I... I used it the destroy the ring on the Dark Lord’s finger. But then I...," Draco pressed a hand to the centre of his chest and peered down to where he suddenly realised there was a stinging burning pain, "then... I... I was too late," he stuttered, "I was coming at him with the sword, but he got his wand up first... and he- he-," he found himself turning to Dumbledore, half not believing his own storey, "he cast the killing curse," he gasped out, "and- and it  hitme! Right here!" he tapped a finger against his chest, "But it bounced off me - it felt like getting hit in the chest with a hammer but... but that was it. It ricocheted and killed him instead,"