Draco was lying on the ground, tears streaming down his eyes. His teeth clenching and unclenching. Several open cuts were on his chest and were freely pouring blood with the lingering magic that was quite familiar. The same spell used here was the one Dolohov tried to use on Daphne. The magic felt uncontrolled, spiralling as it spreaded the cuts on Draco’s body. More spots of blood seeping through his clothes. 