"Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley requests that the Ministry take action against Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy for crimes committed during the Second Wizarding War, punishments of which include being sentenced to Azkaban, death, or the Dementor's kiss."

Not a word was said while Harry thought about the letter Draco had received. He was seething, but doing so silently and going over what to do in his head. He knew that Ron didn't like Draco for past deeds, but he had no idea that Ron would go to the Ministry of Magic because of school yard fights before a war. How could Ron have forgotten that Draco had saved their skins while in Malfoy Manor? Draco could have called Voldemort on the spot, but instead refused to name Harry outright.

But then Harry thought back to fourth year, when Ron thought that he put his name in the Goblet of Fire. Ron's loyalty flipped faster than someone hit with Levicorpus. Like back in third year, when he completely hated and mocked Hermione all because he thought that her cat ate his pet rat. If Ron was willing to turn on her for that, he could now easily see how Weasley could take extreme measures against Draco; just for being there. Harry took the letter kindly from Draco's hand, glancing at the words written without actually reading them.

Draco stayed quiet, watching Harry examine the official letter with a hint of fear in his gray eyes. How was the son of a Death Eater, and in fact a Death Eater himself, supposed to fare against one of the 'Golden Trio', which had been favored for the past seven years? The most he could hope for was a run with Azkaban, where all the hope and happiness would be sucked out of him until he went insane. He shuddered at the thought.

Harry suddenly stood, his fingers finally slipping away from the blonde's and rushed to the door, swinging around the corner so fast that his side hit the adjacent wall. He took the stairs two at a time and jumped from the third stair down onto the base floor, using the stair railing as a lever as he swung his body around into the living room. His eyes just caught Draco's before the green flames of the fireplace took him as he shouted for the Burrow.

The sinking and rushing feeling hit Harry for a few seconds before he came crashing out of the Weasley fireplace. The Burrow was unusually quiet for being after dinner time. Harry walked across the living room, not bothering to brush the soot off his robes, and looked up at the clock by the kitchen. He saw all the names of the Weasley's on the hands of the large grandfather clock. He scanned the names until he saw who he was after: Ronald Weasley. The others seemed to be in Diagon Alley if the clock was telling the truth.

"RON!" Harry yelled at the base of the stairs.

His green eyes glared behind his glasses as he caught sight of the flaming hair leaving the doorway of a room. Ron stood at the top of the stairway, looking down at Harry, sending him a glare of his own.

"The bloody hell are you doing in my house?"

Harry lifted the now crumpled letter and held it up for Ron to see. "You mind explaining this?"

Ron shifted his gaze from Harry, to the letter being held up.

"Looks like parchment from here."

"Well maybe if you took your arse down from that pedestal you would be able to see it better. You are even welcome to use my glasses if your eyesight is that bad."

Harry got his intended effect when Ron's face turned its own shade of red and he descended down the stairs. When Ron was within reach, the black haired man threw the Ministry letter at Ron's chest, forcing Ron to bend down and pick it up to see what all the fuss was about. He watched the blue eyes glance over the upturned paper and a wide grin spread across his face.

"Wow, that was fast of the Ministry, I didn't think that they would process my request until at least tomorrow morning!"

"So this isn't a joke, you did this to Malfoy on purpose? Even after knowing how horrible a place like Azkaban is?"

"Azkaban?" Ron asked, "I hope he gets the Kiss inst-"

Harry didn't feel the force of the punch until after he saw Ron hit the wooden floor. His hand stung, but it had been worth it.

"You'll be lucky if I don't file a charge on you next!" Ron's face was now the same shade as his hair, with a solid purple circle slowly forming on his jaw, a dab of blood seeping down his chin.

"I'd like to see you even try it."

"Get out of my house, Golden Boy."

Harry disapparated without another word, welcoming the fleeting sight of the Burrow; the smear of red hair twisting around and being consumed by the darkness. He reappeared at the front door of Grimmauld Place, the sun finally have set all the way, casting the street in only the soft glow of the moon and the spread out lamps that lined the road. He raised his wand and, making sure there were no Muggles around, cast a quick Patronus and sent it on its way.

By the time he had entered the house, took off his trainers, and walked into the living room, the green flames were shooting up once more and Hermione Granger walked out of his fireplace. Her brown eyes scanned the room, looking very concerned.

"Great, you got my message, do you mind if we sit?" Harry turned toward the kitchen and walked in after Hermione.

"It seemed very urgent, Harry, is everything alright? I was really worried when I saw your stag."

"Ron decided to persecute Malfoy with the Ministry for war crimes," he explained, sitting in the chair across from the bushy haired woman, covering his bruised knuckles with his left hand. "Is there anything you can do to help Malfoy?"

"I know Ron doesn't let anything go, but Harry, why do you care about what happens to Malfoy?" Hermione's eyes seemed to be as calculating as ever as she bore down into his green ones.

"Hermione, he doesn't have anywhere, or anyone, else to go to. What would you have me do? Throw him out like a dog?" Harry immediately noticed his slip and bit down on his tongue.

"Care to exp-"

"Granger?"

Hermione turned her head to the kitchen doorway, seeing Draco Malfoy standing there, clad in Muggle blue jeans and a fitting green button up shirt. Her brown eyes watched as he turned to Harry and the raven haired man turn to face Malfoy in return.

"I heard the door and voices, wanted to make sure everything was alright," Malfoy explained himself.

"Nah, everything's fine. Just need to talk to Hermione for a bit about something."

Hermione watched Malfoy turn back toward her, slightly nod, and turned back around and out of sight.

"I need to go back to my house and collect a few books and maybe stop by Hogwarts to take a look in their library. Why don't I collect those and come back first thing in the morning?"

"Sounds brilliant."

Harry walked Hermione back into the living room and over to the fireplace. She walked into the soot and turned around to face Harry again.

"Just be careful," she advised.

"Of what?"

His question was never answered as Hermione threw floo powder into the fireplace, called out for Granger House, and was gone in a flash of green flames.