"He didn't make it, Father. Albus broke his nose just in time." The grey in Draco's eyes seems to have liquefied with horror. They are fixed firmly on Harry's back and Scorpius has the haunting feeling that he is speaking against a wall of suspicion he himself has raised. Nervously, he hurries on. "You know yourself there's no resisting the Creator, and he didn't get very far. All he did was take my trousers off -"