Nothing had gone to plan. Rabastan had set off an explosive too soon and the street had been blown apart leaving Draco separated from Severus and Alecto, who he was meant to be covering. Now he was alone, vulnerable. Screaming could be heard from all directions, groans of pain and pleas for help and mercy following him as he walked. He tried to remember Hermione's parting words to him. "Just come back to me" He would.