Draco felt the Phoenix carefully resting its head against his knee, and he found himself finally able to speak, "Yes," his eyes found the void where Harry had been, and with a jolt he realised that it was slowly disappearing as Harry’s blood gradually filtered in to fill the space, "Where’s he taken Harry?" he tried to bite out, but the words came as more of a whimper, "I want Harry," he flinched in surprise, his eyes flicking between the headmaster’s blue eyes as he shuffled closer, lowering himself to the ground and kneeling fully in Harry’s blood so that he could draw Draco’s hands into his own.