The glittering light Theo had followed down to the dungeons sparkled from Pettigrew's wrist. It was a hand, ethereal as sat there, joined to him by powerful magic. Unfortunately, Pettigrew was stuck to the stone floor and not even the magical hand could help pull itself away to try and tear Draco’s foot from his throat - Theo’s magic was too strong. Pettigrew twisted and choked, great red splotches appearing on his cheeks and neck, the hand illuminating the scene for them in the darkened cell. 