Another cry behind him caught his attention, and he whirled around to find a familiar grotesque bundle under a bench. He took half a step towards it, before he remembered what it was, and he remembered where he was. The childlike, flayed version of Voldemort let out another pitiful half scream, and Harry recoiled. He shook his head, backing away - no, he needed to go back. He needed to go back right now! Draco needed him - he’d left Draco alone with Voldemort, he needed him!