"Retreat!" he dazedly heard someone cry, and recognised Snape’s voice. "Retreat!" his ex-Head of House called again, and Draco wondered blearily why. Had the others really done so much better than Draco? Was he so weak? And then Draco heard yells and cries carrying on the night air, and the noise didn’t sound like Death Eaters. He tried to push himself up so he could see what was happening, but the tremors from the extended Cruciatus were too severe, especially when combined with his already wounded condition, and Draco fell back to the grass.