While the witch checked his pulse and peered into his eyes with a reassuring smile, and the wizard took notes and occasionally flicked his wand above Draco’s head, Draco strained to re-engage his ears, to listen intently for any sign of what was going on behind the privacy screens a few feet away from him. For a moment, he thought perhaps some kind of ward had been put into place as he could hear almost nothing. But then the sound of Black and Lupin’s voices, gentle and lilting, drifted into his ears. They were talking to Harry, he thought, but he couldn’t hear any reply. Was Harry asleep? Was he unconscious? What was going on - a thrill of anxious desperation pierced his chest.