The familiarity of that voice made him jump and he jerked his head in the direction of it. The figure he saw, however, wasn't quite what he'd expected. Although he certainly looked like Scorpius' father, he was far too young. Closer to Scorpius' age than his father's.

It absolutely threw him for a loop.

The shift in his attention lowered the shield charm just long enough for one of the men to try and take a lunge at him and Scorpius took a frightened step back. This was worlds apart from dueling club, different even from the hexes that had been flung at him whenever he was caught alone by the wrong person at school. These men were looking to kill him. It shook him to his core, sent him back to being thirteen years old and seeing nothing but hatred and killing intent in the eyes of the Death Eaters who had kidnapped him. He felt frozen in place, unable to react.