The waiting was the worst part. Draco just wanted to get this over with. Sparks flew from his wand tip several times, illustrating the impatience that the man was dealing with.
And then they moved into position blocking the Death Eaters' only possible route of escape. It was a pretty decent plan, Draco admitted.
As the combat waged, he knew what he was fighting for: his mother's memory and legacy, his wonderful wife, and their beautiful twins.
Then the curse struck him, catching him off guard and he felt the world turn upside down as his head swam with pain. He dropped a potion vial, creating a dark cloud of dust and he did the only thing he could think of and crawled toward the trees they had been hiding in.