It was chaos, on every side. Harry pushed through body after body, trying to get through this dense wall of people. All of them were shouting – all of them angry – and Harry had to wonder who was actually here because of their own rage, and how many rioters had just been swept up in this angry mass of people.
Draco. He had to find Draco.
Harry refocused on his target. Draco might have done the right thing at the end of the war, but an anti-death-eater rally was not somewhere he should be. Harry had to find him.
