Author's Note: The prologue for what I hope to be my first ever completed chaptered story. Thanks to my muse!
Disclaimer: I do not own anythingmentioned. Everything belongs to J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
'Time slowly devours everything.'
That was Draco Malfoy had to say as he stood in front of the court, his eyes concentrating on the dirty floor. It was an odd occurrence for anyone who had known Draco before the killing of Albus Dumbledore.
Draco knew he would be sent to Azkaban, he knew it was better to not act as if he were innocent. He had been expecting the various ministry officials to ask him questions regarding how he had managed to sneak the many death eaters in the school. He had been expecting every question asked; however, one simple question had stumped him.
'What have you learned from the past month?'
He contemplated how he should answer it. When he found an answer his eyes filled with tears and he spoke; his voice hoarse and strained from trying not to cry.
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy," said a man he had never met before. "You shall know your fate by this time tomorrow."
Draco gave a nod before he was escorted out of the dank room.