On his feet again, staggering drunkenly. Whirled around in a circle, the battle flashing blurry and bright around him, and Draco saw a Death Eater gliding toward him, wand raised. He gritted his teeth and put all his energy and focus into a nonverbal cutting hex that tore through the Death Eater’s robe and deep into their chest, a great gash opening up on dark skin. Not his father, he thought, and let go of the petrified breath he had been holding.