Draco had been afraid as he was essentially a stationary target as the spells flew at him, and saw his lawyer move with inhuman speed. As his cage dropped back down to relative safety he realized that the target had been Harry all along. Bob is going to have a field day with this; he always thought that I was the target. The prosecuting Solicitor stood, smoothed out his robes as a latent nervous gesture, and turned to face the Wizengamot.