"He'll kill me," he cried, ignoring the sympathetic noise Myrtle was making. "Worse, he'll kill my family, and it will be all my fault!" Then he spotted Harry. Immediately his wand fell into his hand, and hexes were flying. Harry thought it was all in good fun, having been trained by Tom and Barty, who never pulled their punches. Draco was not even in the same league. That changed when the Slytherin cried desperately, "Crucio!"