Courtroom

Harry leant back easily in the chair, watching as Draco was brought up from below. The blonde looked around the many people watching him, their eyes all trained upon his face. He swallowed nervously and glanced around, searching for the one he had been thinking about for the past week. He eventually found him, the untidy hair sticking up and the bright green eyes meeting his steely grey gaze. He felt himself relax slightly as he saw him. Harry smiled quickly, careful not to let anyone see. He climbed to his feet, moving towards the Minister for Magic.

The two aurors leading Draco pushed him roughly into a carved stone chair where he fell, wincing as he hit his cut back and hit his elbow on the solid arm. He perched himself on the edge of the chair, looking nervous and visibly shaking.

Harry held out his hand to the Minister of Magic for a glass of water to give the prisoner. The Minister passed it him, a smile apparent on his face before motioning for Harry to continue. He turned to where his own water was and picked it up, before moving across the silent room to where Draco was sat, his eyes flicking around the room, looking like a trapped animal searching for an escape. He felt a flicker of doubt in what he was doing and considered giving Draco the correct drink, but knew, in his heart he would not be able to live with what he had done. He passed Draco the drink without veritaserum, keeping that one for himself. He made an obvious sign to Draco to take a drink whilst saying, loudly,

"Drink up Malfoy! We're all dying to hear what you've got to say." Draco looked at him, his nerves coming back suddenly tenfold as he saw the person who had haunted his dreams for the past week, standing clearly before him, close enough to reach out and touch. He took a hesitant sip of the drink before Harry motioned for him to drink again whilst rolling his eyes.

"Malfoy," He snapped. "Drink all of it." Draco drained the glass and waited. No effects of the potion showed that Harry had been true to his word and had swopped the drinks around. He began to relax again but tensed as, at a click from Harry's fingers, big, rusting, chunky chains coiled around his ankles, wrists and chest, holding him easily to the chair. Harry turned away from him, facing the council members.

"This man," He gestured at Draco. "Has been accused of many terrible deeds. On an earlier interview, the convict would say nothing and so for this one; he has been given a helping hand to help free his tongue. Minister, may I begin?" The Minister inclined his head. Harry turned to Hermione, one of his best friends from Hogwarts, and asked her the same question. She narrowed her eyes at him slightly as she replied, curtly,

"Yes, Harry." Harry inclined his own head to the council members, before whipping around to face Draco again. The blonde's eyes met his, fear apparent in them. He shot at him,

"What is your full name?" Draco answered straight away in a mechanical voice.

"Draco Diablo Lucius Malfoy." Harry looked up towards the Minister for confirmation. He nodded, motioning for Harry to carry on.

"Age?"

"19." Harry nodded, knowing this information to be true as he had attended Hogwarts with Draco and had been in the same year.

"How long have you served Voldemort?" There was a sharp intake of breath at the name and some people began muttering little rhymes which had sprung up over the last couple of months to banish the name from your thoughts.

"3 years."

"What jobs did you have to do for him?"

"Killings of muggles, witches and wizards. Stealing information from the ministry." Harry nodded.

"And did you do this alone?"

"No."

"Who else was there? What role did you play?"

"He put me in charge of a small number of wizards. Crabbe, Goyle, Nott and Black." Harry began circling the chair, running his hands through his hair occasionally.

"That being Sirius Black?"

"No. Rodolphus Black. He would never have anything to do with that filth."

"Why not?"

"He has always opposed us."

"Are you telling me, he did not commit that crime sixteen years previous?"

"No."

"Then who killed Pettigrew?"

"He's not dead."

"Pettigrew is till alive?"

"Yes."

"But Black killed the muggles?"

"No. Pettigrew did."

"How did he escape?"

"He's an animagus." The Minister cleared his throat.

"Where is Pettigrew at the moment?"

"I don't know. He's moved all the time" The Minister nodded and motioned for Harry to go on.

"When you committed these deeds, did you do it of your own volition or were you forced to do it?

"I was forced to do it."

"By what means?"

"The imperius curse."

"Did you want to do any of these things?"

"No."

"Do you agree with anything that Voldemort," There was the same mumbling and sharp intake of breath. Harry ignored them and carried on. "Says or does to muggles, witches or wizards?"

"No. My Father trained me to believe all of that. In my opinion, I think it's unfair."

"Why did act the way you did at Hogwarts?"

"I was scared of my Father."

"Why?"

"He practiced dark magic on me. I have the scars still…"

"Show us." Harry clicked his fingers again, the sound reverberating around the shocked audience at this new revelation. The chains uncoiled slowly, relinquishing their hold upon Draco's stiff limbs. He climbed to his feet awkwardly, fumbling to undo the buttons on his torn shirt until he was able to pull it open slightly, revealing creamy white skin and a muscled chest and stomach. This was covered in the criss-crossing of scars varying in different sizes and deepness and cuts which hadn't yet quite healed. The company within the room gasped. Harry stared in horror at the perfect, yet marred, figure before him. He cleared his throat before saying, quietly,

"Ok Malfoy…do your shirt up and sit back down." Draco did as he was bid, sinking into the chair, fumbling with his shirt and keeping his eyes lowered to the ground, knowing that he would only give the game away by staring at the brunette in front of him. Harry turned to the Minister.

"Are there anymore questions you would wish to ask?" The Minister shook his head. Harry nodded and returned to his seat were he fixed the blonde with a desperate gaze. Draco sat in the middle of the room, waiting for the verdict on tenterhooks. His gaze constantly flicked up to Harry, trying to catch his gaze but Harry was trying hard to not look at him. The Minister sighed heavily.

"Those who believe that Malfoy was indeed under the Imperius curse and acted the way he did only because of this, raise your hands." Over the half the company raised their hands. Harry's mouth twitched in a quickly hidden smile. His gaze finally met the steely grey of the other. Hermione stared between the two of them, suspicion growing in her mind as she left the hall. She decided to question Harry on it later.

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