A song, soothing and optimistic that felt as if it were emanating from within his very soul and resonating in his ears disrupted the quiet of the hall, smothering the sound of Draco’s terrified panting, and Harry’s slowing gasps for breath. He tore his eyes from Harry’s face and found an enormous red and gold fiery bird soaring through the air from the entrance hall, flames smouldering at the edges of its tail feathers: Dumbledore’s Phoenix. Something like hope threatened in Draco’s gut, and he knew immediately what to do.  