Why was his best friend suddenly brandishing broken glass instead of his wand which Draco knew him to still have. It was wild, seeing the purebloods both standing there face to face with death all ignoring the fallen wands in favour or fists and shards of glass. Even his mother, who Draco would assume had never been in a brawl in her life, was currently standing at Potter's side, fending off a snatcher with the sharpened tip of brown glass.