Draco staggered. He no longer had his precious book. He no longer had the Potion. His vision was blurred, his thoughts flattened. Only once before in his life he had felt so sure in his despair. He didn't even listen to Albus's words threatening him and order to leave them alone. He didn't care about Aiden, who was challenging the intruders to a duel, receiving hearty laughter in return. He was barely aware when the Children of Salazar left, leaving him alone in that laboratory that had been a battlefield for the second time. He didn't stop to watch the blood drip from the walls and ignored Aiden's voice trying to tell him something he simply didn't want to hear. He climbed the stairs, with the single thought of reaching his terrace as soon as possible.