"Avada kedavra!" Draco screamed it again as he stumbled towards the wizard, and the other dodged once more, and sent his own green light streaking at Draco, and only his Seeker’s reflexes saved him, his head snapping to one side and pain stabbing like needles down his neck and spine. His fault. Draco didn’t know if he meant the bastard in front of him, or himself. He repeated it, the thought icy sharp in his brain, his fault.