Draco flinched, remembering the bathroom. The cold and wet, and creeping, dizzy death of blood loss. Just as Potter’s spell hit, Crabbe yelled something, and as his bleeding body fell, fire erupted from the end of his wand, straight up toward the ceiling. Goyle turned and looked at his friend’s body – shocked, forgetting all about the duel, not even seeming to notice the fire that had spewed from Crabbe’s wand. Draco, Weasley and Potter all stared horror-struck at the scene before them; Goyle’s shoulders slumped and his head bowed over Crabbe’s body, and the fire was like a roiling storm in the air above him. Then it swooped down, as if it was alive, and Draco cried out despite himself.