Harry shook his head, swaying as if he were drunk. "Fucking... Lamia-dhamphir thing. Ron, send a message... Draco. Code C." Harry swayed again, passing out into Fleur's arms. She let him down gently and laid him on the ground, quickly casting diagnostic charms on him. He screamed in pain as the spell washed over him, making Fleur gasp as she realized how bad the situation was. Severus was busy vanishing any traces of blood from the ground, telling Bertrand to get a bandage over the wound so it would stop bleeding freely.