"Let him GO!" It was Draco, panting and furious, his arm raised up above his head and shooting vibrant red sparks from the tip of his wand again, and again, each one exploding in the air with a tremendous noise, flashing gold, and then drifting down like petals in the wind. He looked off though, Harry noted distantly, not quite the same cutting figure as usual, and was his hair shorter? He couldn’t quite tell over the distance and through his blurring vision. Moody adjusted his grip around his chest and stuck his wand arm out in a slashing movement - the heat of the curse made Harry’s eyes water. Draco blocked it with the same strong shield he’d used to protect them in Knockturn Alley, absorbing the curse with a gentle shimmer and a noise like a gong being struck. Draco didn’t fire back - how could he, without risking hitting Harry? Instead, he let out a war cry, and was about to throw himself forward, when someone caught him around the waist.