Harry POV

We leave him in the dungeons, he sank to the floor washed over with disbelief on his face.

"What are we supposed to do with him Harry?" Hermione asks, I look at her face full of intent.

"I don't know hermione. But I don't want the ministry to get a hold of him. They'll put him on trial for being a death eater, but I don't believe he really ever wanted that." I tell her feeling unsteady on my legs. But a heavy rooting feeling to the ground keeping me still.

Hermione nods in understanding. "But you do realize Harry, they will ask about him. They'll have questions for all of us as soon as everyone recovers. We have to figure out what to do, what to tell people-if not the truth." She reminds me concerningly.

"You think the truth is still an option?" I question shocked but curious. Was there a way to figure this out without lying to the ministry.

"Of course it is Harry. And honestly I think if we figure out exactly what to tell them, they have to listen. You defeated Voldemort, we all owe you something for that."

"But I didn't defeat him hermione. We all did, without your and everybody elses help I never would have done any of this!"

"That's not the point Harry! What I'm trying to say is maybe if you propose an idea to the ministry, they'll at the very least listen to what you have to say. In the meantime we can keep Malfoy here, once we know what the ministry plans to do with him, we can turn him over to them." Hermione suggests.

"Hermione, thank you for always being the one to use their bloody brian. Ron and I would have been dead a long time ago without you." I reminisce. How long the last six years have been.

"Trust me I know Harry. Remember first year and the strangling snare? If I wasn't there to tell you both to stop struggling, then none of the last five years would have even happened." she looks at me with slight condensation in her face.

"Hey we weren't the only one who needed saving Hermione. Don't forget who saved you from the troll in the bathroom that day!" I counter.

"I was only there in the first place because Ron didn't know how to take criticism. If he were here I'd blonk him in the head, the bloody fool." Hermione pauses for thought. "I don't know what I'd do without him. And now with Fred, gone, he is going to need me. He'll need the both of us Harry, his whole family will." She looks at me with intent in her eyes.

I take a deep breath and nod in agreement. "Do you think it's too soon to pay them a visit?" I ask, the remorse and self blame for Fred's death in my gut.

Hermione shakes her head no. "I think it's the perfect time to visit Harry."

With that we leave to grieve our losses. Leaving Malfoy alone for now and his wand in my hand once again.

Draco POV

I kick a piece of dirt around with my foot, I sobbed like a bloody baby after Potter and the Mudbl...I mean Granger locked me in here. I try to keep myself from thinking of her as a Mudblood. Knowing right now she is in as much control of my fate as Potter is. He and the Weasel never do anything without her say in the matter.

I took an exhaustion induced nap after my fit, came too my face covered in dirt against the stinking wall of my cell.

That's right, I'm calling it what it is. A cell. All bloody mine, andI have not failed to notice the lack of water or proper accommodations in this place. I'm dying of thirst and have to relieve myself, I don't know how long I've been in here and I intend to take a crack at Potter and Granger when they come back for leaving me like this. If they come back.

That's a dark thought. What if they forget about me, or worse leave me to rot like a piece of garbage. I shake my head at myself, pacing in a small circle. Those two are too bloody caring for their own good.

I'm here for what feels like hours and I'm after relieving myself in the corner for Merlin's sakes.

Finally the door opens again, and I'm shocked when it isn't just the pair from the Golden Trio. This won't be good.