McGonagall was duelling like a dervish, her elderly form twisting and driving forward as she battled two anonymous Death Eaters, and Draco wondered which of the Death Eaters was his father. He didn’t know if he was glad he couldn’t tell or not. Everyone was fighting to kill – no Death Eater allied students to feel bad about killing, and Draco blocked a hex and flung one back at a faceless Death Eater, not sure if he wanted it to be his father.