Harry sat on the ground a couple feet infront of Raymond while Ron and Hermione left to get extra help. He couldn't help but feel a slight amount of pity for the unkempt man. They stared at eachother, Harry hanging onto his calm expression while Raymond couldn't help but smirk.

"Why are yeh helpin a Malfoy anyway? They're all evil ya know. Every single spittin one of 'em. Includin the kid."

Harry glared. "Draco Malfoy is not evil. His parents may have been a long time ago, but they sacrificed their own lives for him so he could survive. That doesn't sound very evil to me. And he's not the one killing off muggles either!"

Raymond snickered. "I almost had 'im too. I had a good thing goin there. Everyone believed it were Draco killin' them muggles."

"Why do you find all this amusing? I can understand someone hating the Malfoys but not this much."

Raymond sat silent for a moment. "Yeh friends with him 'er somethin?"

"Or something." Harry replied cooly.

"I don't hate the Malfoys, jus' the kid. Draco, his name. If he hadn't 'a told yer yet, 'spect he's been hidin somethin from yeh this whole time. He deserves it, he does!"

"NO ONE deserves to be put into Azkaban for something they didn't do!" Harry became furious, taking aim again with his wand. His thoughts ran around Sirius, and how he was put away for twelve years because of Peter Pettigrew, who framed him. He hated this man just as much.

"I was thrown in there fer somethin I never did! You wanna know what he did to me? I'll teh yeh! He killed my son he did, and got me magic taken away!" Raymond roared, face becoming bright red under the dirty beard and wrinkles. Harry jerked backwards.

"Killed your son? You're probably mistaken-"

"I SAW HIM DO IT, I DID!" His eyes were almost bulging from his sockets, Harry became frightened and wished Ron and Hermione would hurry. Raymond through his hands in the air trying to tug away the charmed ropes holding him down. "He killed my boy! My boy! My poor Adrian!" His voice slowed down, calming up a little as tears fled down his cheeks. "I was in the garden, an' Adrian went off 'ter play with the Malfoy boy. Same age, yeh know. An I agreed, I shouldn't agreed!"

"What happened?" Harrys interest sparked, praying this was some sort of hoax. Surely Draco would never kill anyone!

"I heard some screamin' few minutes later. Went 'round to check on 'em, saw the Draco boy holding m'boy under the water in the pond. Tried to stop 'im, but I was too late..."

Harry noticed Raymond choking on his last words. His heart sank, this couldn't be true.

"You're lying!" Before Raymond could argue back, Ron had appeared with four other Aurors, and Harry thanked Ron before leaving as quick as he could.

Harry was back in the Ministry quickly, frantically knocking on Kingsleys office door. He opened it, looking quite surprised when Harry walked in without a word and slummed down in his chair.

Kingsley arched his eyebrows, sitting down at his own desk, and patiently waited for Harry to speak.

"Well, I caught him if you haven't heard yet."

Kingsley nodded. "I have heard, well done. I knew you could do it. Once the Aurors agree that it really is him and he admits to his doings, Mr. Malfoy will be released."

"Brilliant."

"And we will have your Auror status back to normal shortly afterwards."

"Great."

"Is something bothering you, Harry?" Kingsley said, Harry perked up noticing he was biting his nails and not really paying attention to Kingsley.

"Er, sorry. Actually yes, I was only wondering... Does Malfoy have any other crimes in his file? Specifically when he was a child?"

"Draco? Not that I know of, but me check." Kingsley took out his wand and flicked it towards one of the cabinets on the wall, and a file flew out and floated down infront of him. He flipped through the pages for a few moments, seeking out anything he could give Harry. After a minute or so, he shook his head. "There's nothing. May I ask why Harry?"

"It's nothing, nevermind. Thanks Kingsley. When will Malfoy be let out?"

"Would you like me to let Mr. Malfoy know to wait for you? We need you down there with Raymond and the Aurors for final statements."

Harry nodded. "Yes, thank you."

Harry waited for what seemed like endless hours. His pulse burning rapidly like tiny bursts of flames everywhere in his body. He kept his hands clenched together between his knees, waiting in the waiting room outside of the dungeons. It'd been close to an hour or so after he had watched the muggle murderer finally being taken back to where he rightfully belonged. Questions zoomed through his mind, as he waited for Malfoy. Waiting. Waiting.

Still waiting.

"I can't take this anymore, I have places to be. Where is he?" Harry snapped at the girl sitting nervously behind her desk.

"I.. I can go check for you, Mr. Potter if you'd like-"

"Yes." He cut her off quickly, before letting her finish. Draco should have been out here a long time ago, waiting for him. Not the other way around. They should be laughing and chatting away about how great it was to be free...

But that wasn't a very Draco-ish thing to do. The thought struck him violently. Had Malfoy completely abandoned him, and not waited for him to at least come say goodbye? His question was answered positive when the girl came back with Savage following behind. He was the one who went down to tell Malfoy he was free, and to wait for Harry to come down., He noticed how she was awkwardly biting her lip, then gently letting Harry know Malfoy had left the moment he had been told to wait.

"Did... did he say anything then? Or did he just waltz out?"

Savage stepped forward, hands clutched behind his back. "I had told him to wait down here for you Harry. He, well.. He just kind of gave me a creepy grin and said he didn't want to bother waiting for someone who no longer mattered."

Another burst of anger swept through him, his own nails digging into the palms of his hands. Harry felt the vile taste of hate growing on his tongue. Not even a goodbye, or a simple Hey thanks for saving my life, Potter. What right did Draco have to do that too him? How dare he say that! Harry felt used, and absolutely disgusting in himself. The prick! The arrogant, obnoxious, selfish prat!

Those words seemed all too familiar to Harry. He had used these over and over again for half his life. Meeting the boy, running into him and denying first friendship, dueling with him, watching Hermione punch him in the face, watching multiple wounds cut themselves into his burning flesh, catching him getting ready to Kill Dumbledore, feeling Dracos fingers brush against his chest, kissing him infront of the jury... The memories flooded Harrys mind, and he became rather dizzy and felt the floor crash against his knees. He hated Draco all his life. Why did it have to change? Why did the bloody git have to go and be innocent? And then go and do this to him!

Harry hated himself now for believing they had become friends in the past few months. He hated the emotions that bound them together, the horrible thoughts he shared with Draco. He hated the few times he actually thought Draco cared about him, when obviously he didn't. He ran away, ran away as soon as he found out he was free. Draco had used Harry. This shouldn't have been such a huge shock to Harry, but for some reason the shock hit him hard.

"Harry!" Harrys blurred vision came back into proper sight as he saw Ron extend a hand towards him. He noticed the floor was closer to his face than before, what just happened? Harry gratefully accepted his friends hand as he was pulled upwards, and steadied himself against a wall. "You alright mate?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." He managed to stammer out the words before slipping his fallen glasses back on. "I guess I just hate Malfoy again, that's all."

"You mean you stopped hating him at one point?" Ron said, stifling a laugh.

"No, I suppose I didn't really."

They walked together in unison, back up to the elevators in the Ministry as they've done many times before. "Ron, I'm really glad this is all over with."

"Same here Harry. Hey, got plans for tonight? Mums having another one of her dinners... Plus you haven't seen Teddy in a while. It might be good for you, a chance to celebrate that you'll never have to see the bloody ferret ever again!"

Ron would never know how badly those last words hurt Harry. He managed to put aside his current emotions, and fake a smile. "Actually I'd love that more than anything."