Draco gave a sharp nod, turned on his heel, and continued along the path up to the castle. A cool breeze brushed across the back of his neck and Draco’s hackles rose. He inhaled a sharp breath and his mind began to whirl. Draco quickened his pace, running from the flashes of dark cloaked figures in his memories. As he reached the castle courtyard, he collapsed. Breaths coming in short pants, heaving in as much air as he could gather in an inhale. Black spots encroached from the corners of his vision. On his knees in the courtyard– the last place he’d seen his father free, the day that he cut off Nagini’s head– Draco allowed himself to feel the devastation.