"No, not just like that. I’ve been changing for a long time now. Ever since the – the tower," Draco admitted. Sometimes he felt like Dumbledore had done the same thing for Draco that Potter’s mother had done for him in a way – sacrificed himself for Draco. In the moment Draco hadn’t thought anything of it, too hopped up on fear and adrenaline, but later on he had wondered why, even ill and tired, Dumbledore had been so easy to disarm. It was almost like he had done it on purpose. Why, Draco didn’t know, but it seemed like the sort of thing the old wizard would do.