I gripped Will's arm and stared straight at Voldemort. You-know-who, calling Draco 'Master'?, I thought to myself, was it really him? I looked back around the crowd of death eaters and saw McGonagle had slipped back in, holding something close to her, so that Draco wouldn't notice it.
I tried to tell Will but was completely speachless. The doors of the great hall began to rattle, but stopped instantly.
"What was that?" Draco asked.
"A storm is brewing, my Lord," McGonagle was quick to answer and bowed her head back down.