The loud, echoing voice of Alecto brought Draco around for a moment – a lingering moment that allowed for Draco to open his eyes as best he could and peer though the swelling and blood. A woman… and seconds later Draco’s mind slipped back as he felt himself almost floating until the sensation stopped and the woman’s voice purred out his name before it was interrupted by an all too familiar voice which rang through Draco’s ears and he opened his swollen bloody eyes and tried to focus again on the source. Dizzy and blurred, Draco understood Amycus’ words though he could not make out his figure in the shadows anymore. He coughed and winced, blood splattering from his mouth as he gasped out for air and tried to formulate words that would not come just then. Later, they would come, but now, words were not to be as he felt his body washed over into unconsciousness again.