He was distracted from dwelling on that detail by the arrival of the fire bird at Harry’s side. Trusting that the bird would know what to do, he scrambled for the second potion in his pocket, and pulled it free. When the second potion had poured itself past Harry’s lips, Draco allowed himself to turn his eyes to watch the Phoenix. He could hear voices in the distance, echoing and shouting, but he ignored them in favour of staring at where the bird was inclining its head over Harry’s throat, tears dripping from its eyes and landing with a plume of steam.  