When he woke up that morning, he knew. He stared at the grey ceilings and drab grey walls and felt a twist deep in his stomach. Something terrible is going to happen today. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and sat up on his dusty, roach infested cot. Ever since the war ended three weeks ago, him and all the other offenders have been kept in holding cells in the basement of Azkaban. He hadn't showered or even looked at another human, Draco could feel himself going crazy.
He stared at the wall for some time before a sliding latch was opened at the bottom of his door. Food was slipped in before the latch was quickly slammed shut. Sighing, he stood and snatched his stale bread, chunk of old ham and small glass of water. They were only fed twice a day because there were so many prisoners occupying the cells. His bones were starting to protrude in an unattractive, sickly way.
After a few more hours of wall staring, a note was slipped under his door.
"You're to appear in front of the wizengamot council at seven in the evening. Look your best"
His stomach twisted a few more times before he threw up his breakfast into a small toilet in the corner. He knew it! He was going to get sentenced to die. or worse, he was going to get the kiss! Something terrible was happening today. He read the letter six more times before throwing it to the ground. 'Look your best?' How was he supposed to do that? Frustrated he punched the wall a few times, making his knuckles bleed.
Draco didn't like feeling like this, so helpless and not himself. He was Draco Malfoy! He was raised to think of himself as the very best, yet in this small box he felt lower than scum.
He didn't deserve this! Not many people know this, but he defected. Yes, he was a death eater and yes, he had that hideous dark mark on his forearm, but during the Final Battle. He fought against his people. He chose to fight for the light side because he couldn't stand living his life the way he was. Only a few knew, and were equally surprised. Lavender Brown had been the first to notice that he was aiming his curses at the ones in black, but she was dead. So were everyone else that could bear witness to this! He wanted to kill himself in that moment, he was so ashamed of everything he'd done. And he was too late to make it right.
The Wizengamot Council finds you guilty on 37 counts of use of unforgivable curses. But due to your allegiances changing before the final battle. And of Narcissa Malfoy saving the life of Harry Potter. You are relieved of thirty of those punishments. The other seven will result in a 12 million galleon fine as well as volunteering at St. Mungos to help those wounded in war for one year. Court adjourned.