"Accio gun!" Draco was yelling, and Hermione looked up to see him furious and shaking with it, utterly gone behind the eyes, nothing there but anger. The pistol flew into his hand and one of the two remaining armed soldiers shot at him with his rifle, a short ear-burstingly loud spray that went wild and nearly hit his own people. The last soldier batted the man's weapon down, swearing at him harshly, but Hermione didn't pay much attention to that. She was focused on Draco and her heart stopped as he went stumbling back, an expression of indignant, pained surprise on his face. She thought maybe she screamed but if she did it wasn't loud enough to hear over the wailing sirens. Draco looked down at himself, still almost surprised, and there was blood oozing from his shoulder, and oh god his chest, and terror wrapped cold fingers around Hermione's spine.