A huge gigantic figure burst from the door of a neighbouring building - The Hogshead. Draco watched as Hagrid ran towards the sound of the scream still permeating the air in a hollow, unearthly screech. Draco's knees quaked as he followed, still several steps behind because he could barely walk, let alone run. The remnants of the curse throbbed in every joint, making it feel as though his insides were made of sandpaper. He still held his wand tight, the fingers of his hand white with blood loss, the muscles aching and begging for relief.