"They already send letters. That's not a threat." It was, in fact, one of the very few areas that still concerned Draco—there were still a few owls every year by concerned parents of incoming first-years, not that they didn't trust him but was the Headmistress really certain, etc. etc. She thought he didn't know, but when he asked her at the beginning of each term, her poker face was too good, it never wavered when she told him to stop being ridiculous. It meant he wasn't being ridiculous.

Was it a shot in the dark, or did Jackson—or whatever had hold of Jackson—somehow know? The claws and the strength should be more immediate problems, but it was true that he didn't want to have to use magic to separate them, or restrain Jackson, not if he didn't need to. "Jackson. I can help this. I could always help this, I still can, and I will. Let me."

The claws were edging close to his throat, and he wouldn't have much choice but to bring up his wand soon.