Draco couldn’t answer - he found himself so far away from being alright, that words simply weren’t enough. He didn’t resist when Molly Weasley tipped him into her shoulder, her arms coming up around his back to hold him to her. He felt a heavy hand on his head, carefully petting his hair. He peered out at the Mr Weasley’s sad eyes and had to turn his head into Mrs Weasley’s neck, unable to maintain the contact. Black and Lupin were still half shouting at Dumbledore, but he tried to block it out. All it was doing was winding up the anxious knot in the centre of his chest until he could hardly breath.