He looked back to Harry but found the picture had changed. Draco recoiled in horror - the girl had faded away, but her hair seemed to have remained and was melting into Harry, tangling around his neck and strangling him. Harry had a desperate hand to his throat, while the other reached out weakly to Draco. The hair wasn’t hair anymore - it was blood pouring from the wound at Harry’s neck. Draco tried to step closer, but found he couldn’t move, his feet glued in place. Panic began to fill his chest, and he stretched his arms out to Harry, desperately hoping he could bridge the gap between them. Harry’s eyes were wide and terrified. His mouth opened, and he spoke: