Once again, hot blood poured from the diadem, coating Draco’s fingers and making him wince in pain - he paused to redouble his now slick grip to hold the tiara tighter, his eyes squinting against the black smoke that was pouring out into the room. Even though he knew it was coming, Harry still jumped back in alarm when the gem suddenly shattered, and the fang splintered into useless fragments in Draco’s hand.