The moonlight thrown over the landscape faded into the background as again Draco heard his memory-self scream the Killing Curse, saw Blaise fall. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop picturing it. Over and over. His thighs and calves burnt from strain, his side was still seeping blood far too quickly after all the blood he’d already lost, and his arm was sending shooting pains up into his shoulder.