First I'd like to say that I don't believe I'm a bad person. I'm not certain I believe in good, or evil. I'm more interested in circumstances, accidents of birth, the unavoidable series of events that one might call 'fate.' Some people are born into families of rebels, of freedom fighters… one might just as easily be born to a family with slightly darker loyalties. In either case, how could either be good, or evil? Their paths were set from the moment of conception, made existentially concrete the moment they came into their subtly different worlds.
Not everybody followed that line of thought.
"You deserve to go to Azkaban."
Trust Potter to say something so hypocritical and let's face it, foolish. We had been at war. The fact that his side had won didn't make his misdeeds any more tasteful. Besides, did anyone ever truly deserve terrible things? Did an overweight person deserve to suffer health problems, whether their actions had contributed or not?
Potter drew in a breath. His voice shook a little when he spoke again.
"Unfortunately, I need your help," he held out a hand, "Come with me if you want to remain a free man."