Once I had controlled my dry heaving, I lifted my sweaty head and noticed three figures in front of me. Ron, Harry, and surprisingly, Draco who stood close to Harry. All of them looked worse for wear; several scorch marks on their clothes and wounds on body that were visible. It looked like the three had been in a battle recently and it explained Harry’s call. A glance to the side showed it was Dad who was holding me, acting quickly upon arriving. Waving Dad off, I gingerly got up from my position. My shaky limbs made it hard to get up, but I eventually straightened enough to take full stock of the room.