Harry buttoned up his soft wool cardigan and glanced at the clock in the waiting room a third time. He wondered If maybe he should have brung Colin after all. Maybe he was supposed to hear it from the murderer himself and Harry coming here by himself was all for naught. All the new amenities such as the visiting hours were added after the war and Harry was glad for it, no one should be treated inhumanely even if they're the biggest prick ever. Like, murderer prick.

Podmore appeared at the door of the small waiting room that was barren except for Harry, which should have not surprised him, but it did. "Welcome, Mr. Potter. You sure look more grown up than the last time I saw you. Then again, you were only 15." Harry wasn't one for pleasantries, especially with people he's only met once or twice, but he brought on a stiff smile anyway. "Nice to see you again. Is Rowle ready to see me?" Podmore nodded and stepped away from the door, flashing his gold name tag in the process. The 'Chief' part flashed in Harry's eye a little bit and he blinked.

"Right through this way." He led Harry through the squeaky new floors and to the nearest door, which was not what Harry was expecting. Shouldn't there be a big loud visiting room like there was in Muggle prison? It wasn't like Rowle was top-notch. Podmore seemed to notice his confusion and spoke more to himself than to Harry. "The prisoners still aren't that sociable, after we got rid of the Dementors." The room inside reminded Harry of an interrogation room, which Harry guessed was appropriate for the situation.

Rowle sat at the middle of the room, in a comfy loveseat Harry thought must put them at 'ease'. His hands were shackled up, of course, though magically imprinted. Harry could feel the magical defense press against him, and it made him a bit queasy. "I already told the Auror's everything I know. What is this, for an Auror initiation project or something?" Harry shook his head and sat down on the opposite loveseat, already uncomfortable. He hoped they wouldn't put him in the investigation department.

"Not exactly. I'm here for some questions regarding other Information." Rowle looked bored. "As I would think… What exactly are you asking?" Harry held in an exasperated sigh and reminded himself that this was a highly dangerous war criminal and not a classmate on his nerves. "Since you want me to be blunt… Did you or did you not kill Colin Creevey?" Harry watched for any kind of interaction from him. He seemed to be thinking.

"The scrawny, tiny kid who didn't know his place? Yes." Harry seethed. He had no remorse whatsoever, and it sickened him. "And… how did you kill him?" Harry's voice cracked a little. "I have to give him credit. He avoided my magic attacks by running almost crazily around. But in the end, he could never defend himself from a stab wound." Harry shut his eyes closed. The truth would hopefully, in the end, set Colin free. But that didn't stop Harry from not wanting to know.

"Do you regret it? Killing a sixteen-year-old boy? Even at all?" Rowle cocked his head as though he was being asked a stupid question. "He was nothing but a Mudblood. He was a just as bad as a muggle with some unfortunate knowledge, your highness." Harry's eyebrow twitched. "May you someday understand humanity as it should be. Muggleborns are just like you and I." He stood up and left the yellow small room.

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Draco sat on Blaise's purple leather couch, the one he had miraculously smuggled past campus security. He was thumbing a striking poster, put together by Blaise himself. "Aren't fraternities a bit… muggle?" Draco laughed. Blaise held his hands up. "Why Draco, didn't you hear? Muggle is in now." Justin piped up from his position on his very decorative orange bed. "Isn't it a great idea? I always wanted to join one when I was a kid!" He then went back to his pop-listening on his ear-what's-its.

"I can't believe you've already got him whipped." Draco whispered, but it was unlikely 'double F' would hear them anyways. "What can I say? I'm a catch." Blaise winked and Draco made a barfing face in response. "So, what is the point of this, exactly? Apart from the beautiful male camaraderie, of course." Blaise smoothed out his cashmere purple jacket and recited what Draco guessed was a script from Justin.

"Fraternities are for young men with common interests, professions, and values. They also enjoy a good game of ball." Draco spit at Blaise on purpose. "Ball?" Blaise shrugged. "We'll change that to quidditch, of course. Come on Draco, you need more social interaction from other than Harry and his lot." Draco groaned and put his hands over his eyes.

"Have you been talking to mother again?" Blaise put his hands in the air again. "What? She's a nice bird. And from what I'm hearing, you're getting nice with Harry as well." Blaise raised his eyebrow and Draco knew he was in trouble for not divulging Blaise in this information. "What do I hear about being nice? You know, in a fraternity you can make nice with lots of people!" Draco winced. Justin's peppiness was a lot to handle.

Harry of course, marched in at this exact moment as if summoned. "Draco, I've been looking for you. We need to talk, now." Blaise's eyebrows shot high into his head and Justin held up a wave. "Hello Harry! Ever think about joining a fraternity?" He asked, unfazed to Harry's demeanor. Harry blinked and grabbed onto Draco's arm to hoist him up in one fluid motion. "Hello… Justin. I have thought about fraternities… yes." Draco waved and went out of their room with Harry in tow.

"Is this about… you know?" Draco's breath quickened, his calmness melting away with the look on Harry's face. "I found out about how Colin died. You were right, Draco, but how I wish you weren't…" Harry melted into Draco's arms and Draco held on tight. "It's okay, Harry, Colin's got justice, you know that." Harry shook his head and Draco knew there would be more brooding than usual tonight.

"It's just… now that I've got to know him, I don't want to lose him, Draco. Is that selfish?" He asked, giving his signature kicked crup eyes. Draco was astounded. He had never seen Harry so close to losing it before. "Okay okay, Harry no, it's fine to feel that way. I do too. Now I know how you feel about crying, so how about I get you some coffee, your favorite?" Harry nodded glumly and Draco started off quickly.

One coffee with one sugar and one cream added, Harry drunk it woefully until Draco brought out the butterbeer, courtesy of Pansy's kleptomaniac nature. "Got it from Pansy. She didn't poison it, I swear." Harry smiled and got to work on it. Draco was bemused at how he had the bladder the size of Jupiter.
"Where is Colin, anyway?" Draco smiled at how Harry always referred to him as a person, not just a magical mirror. "He's with Luna. hear they were close." Harry nodded and snuggled into Draco's blazer. Another thing Draco was amazed about was that Harry was a snuggler.

"He killed him by a muggle way. With a knife, I assume." Harry said suddenly. Draco was easily the more morbid one to have been in contact with the mirror, but it was still strange to hear about someone so real be talked about as if dead. Draco was never close to any portraits, until begrudgingly Snape, and Snape was beyond the simplicity of death, of course. "I know you feel bad that you always dismissed him. But Harry, we were just kids. And we still are. It's natural to be an arse, especially for you." Harry chuckled and punched him in the arm. "Not true, you git. How can you control my emotions so easily?" He asked seriously.

"What can I say? The truth cures the corrupted mind."