When Draco opened his eyes again, he was still in the field, only something felt different. He stood and turned in place, looking for an intruder. He felt as though he were being watched, just as he did when his Aunt Bella would enter his mind. But no, that sent fear coursing through him– this was different. He felt energised, awakened, even. He began to walk toward the treeline, allowing his feet to lead him without thought. As he approached, he observed a figure sitting under a tree. His feet caught up with his eyes and he hurried toward the figure, eager to see who it was. When he began to make out the shape of a head of wild curls, Draco broke into a sprint. 