Blurb: After the battle at Hogwarts life had been pretty much what Draco Malfoy expected. His parents and he were trapped in Malfoy Manor, all awaiting trial. He expected the worse. Knowing that his family's involvement with the Dark Lord would condemn both his parents and himself to the darkest of fates, a dementors kiss. What he didn't expect was not only for the trial to go in his favor but for Harry Potter to be the one to stand up for him. And his punishment? Nothing that he was expecting at all. Can he learn to be a new man or will he end up suffering for his prejudice anyway?

Chapter One. Consequences.

Consequences.

Draco Malfoy tried hard not to stare at the wizard in front of him, but his eyes kept flitting his direction anyway. He sat rigid in the chair that they had chained his wrist and ankles too, refusing to move, he didn't want to make the chains rattle. He didn't want to draw any more attention to himself than necessary. Glancing up at the Wizengamot assembled above hi. Thankfully, it seemed all their attention, for the moment, was on the wizard standing to his side, the only person to come to his and his mother's defense. Harry Potter.

"As you all can see. Circumstances, in this case, are not as clear-cut as some of the others. Yes, Draco Malfoy acted against me and the cause to vanquish the Dark Lord, but it wasn't entirely his fault." Potter said, sounding extremely formal and un-Potterish. He went on to talk about the abuses of Draco's father Lucius Malfoy, the threats against both Draco and his mother's lives. He went on for what felt like hours.

Man… he's really laying it on thick. Draco thought as he watched the faces of the men and women of the Wizengamot. Some of their expressions seemed to have softened, but it was really impossible to tell. It didn't matter if some of them softened anyways, one or two of them wouldn't make the difference in his life and death. It had to be a majority… and it seemed Potter knew that as well. He continued to go on and on about the good things that Draco had done. Draco knew very well the things that he had done, and Potter was exaggerating everything. Twisting the events until they were barely true. Draco knew better than to say anything though, so he ignored the pain in his back the uncomfortable chair was causing and tried hard to act like the testimony of Potter didn't sound new to him.

"With that, I hope that you all can see in your hearts to clear Draco of all charges," Potter concluded. He too scanned the wizards and witches in front of him, looking for sympathetic expressions. All he saw was a group of formal looking people staring back at him in shock. No one had expected him to show up today in Narcissa's and Draco's defense. He was hoping that would help pull in their favor, they both did horrible things, but anyone could tell that their hearts weren't in it. They were being forced by the end and both had shown, in their own way, bravery against Voldemort. Hopefully, it would be enough. Draco was far from a saint, but he didn't deserve the dementors kiss, and neither did his mother.

"We will need some time to think about this." The small wizard sitting in the middle of the group said after a long pause. "If you don't mind."

Harry dipped his head and watched as the small wizard gave a quick wave of his wand, a thick curtain appeared separating Harry and Draco from the assembled Wizengamot on the other side. The room was silent. Harry was sure that the curtain had a silencing charm on it, keeping all sound from crossing over to the side they were uncomfortably waiting on. He wasn't sure if that charm worked both ways though, so he didn't say anything as he glanced over his shoulder at Draco who seemed very interested in the floor at the moment.

The moment was short, but it didn't feel short. With a rustle, the curtain disappeared and the sounds of quiet muttering and paper shuffling returned. Draco hadn't even noticed that noise before, but he welcomed the sound of it.

"We have come to a decision." The small wizard said. His voice sounding a little stronger than before. "We will clear Mr. Malfoy of all charges."

Harry and Draco both let out the breath that they hadn't realized they were holding.

"Under the condition." The small wizard said, a small smile creeping in on his lips.

Draco, forgetting to ignore Potter, sent a nervous glance his way. He found the other young man looking just as confused as he was.

"Mr. Malfoy will have to spend two years in a rehabilitation program."

That didn't sound too bad. Draco thought to himself. He was already wondering what he would have to do. Cleaning up parks, working with war orphans, free labor to help rebuild Hogwarts. None of it that he would enjoy, but if it bought him his freedom, he would do it.

"I see," Potter said, his voice wavering slightly "What kind of rehabilitation program?"

"For two years Mr. Malfoy will relinquish his wand, all of his power and all of his material items. During this time he will go to live with a group of Muggles. We have a special group that knows about not only about our world but of the circumstances for their visitors as well. There he will live, like a muggle, for the time of his sentence. If… at the time of his release, he seems to have a new outlook on his prejudice, he will be allowed back his belonging, wand, and ability to use magic."

Harry sent a nervous glance back at Draco, who was even paler than Nearly-Headless Nick.

The small wizard shifted his gaze to the younger Malfoy as well. "Do you accept this offer or would you rather get the kiss like your father?" He raised his eyebrows at Malfoy in a knowing glare.

Draco swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing with the motion. "I accept."