Bella caught sight of her nephew before his useless father did. She shoved a child or two out of the way in order to get to him. With very little tenderness, she grabbed Draco's arm and yanked him up to his feet. "Either you fight or you hide, but get the hell out of the way." She didn't want him outside. The Order was very likely on its way and he would very likely be killed. But if he stayed in here, he was just as likely to be killed. If he fought, she had no doubt he could hold his own (she had trained him, after all) but she wasn't sure that he was up to fighting. At the moment this was the best she could do to take care of him. First Draco, then Potter.