"After that... it was like happiness, joy, comfort... all of those nice lovely feelings were gone. Like a Dementor had taken up residence in my body. I was so cold, all the time. And... I don't remember much about the war after leaving the Manor. It was like someone stuffed cotton in my head. Everything is all blurry and indistinct. The next thing I really, truly remember vividly is seeing Hagrid carry Harry's body out of the forest." He remembered that. Had been on the wrong side of the battle field at that point. Well. Wrong in that his parents were behind Voldemort and he was behind the Hogwarts front line. It was the right place to be, morally, but if Voldemort had lived to see the next day it would've been bad for him. Before she continued, and thinking back to that harrowing time, Draco interrupted her. "You don't remember seeing me? In the castle?"