Weasley. Of course it was bloody Weasley. There was always at least one of them around, even in a parallel dimension or the messed up future or whatever hellscape this was. Time magic was bo joke, and Draco could already feel a headache coming on.
"Are we trapped here?" They must be, right? Or why else would Weasley still be here. "Is my mother alright?" He didn't ask if his father was there, because he honestly hoped he wasn't.