Draco followed her line of sight, and found bloodied footprints that lead from the corridor, towards his hiding place, and down past him. There were two sets, but they were of the same feet. One set were smeared occasionally, as if the shoe they had come off of had been dragged along the floor. The second were neater and closer together, as if their owner had been taking slow, measured steps on their way out. Draco knew instinctively that they both belonged to Harry, and the sight of them made his chest tighten suddenly.