It was still dark when Harry woke up. He sat up and stretched; he hadn't slept well, if much at all. The room was a foggy gray. He reached out for his glasses and waited for his eyes to adjust. He could just see the waxing moon through one of the two large windows to his right.

For a moment he sat there looking out at the sky and wondering seriously if any wizard had ever been to the moon.

He snorted and stood up, his back clicking. He padded across the carpeted floor and, opening the door with a slight creak, stepped out into the hallway.

"Lumos." His wand lit up the long hall with a golden light. It was silent and still.

After talking with Narcissa, Harry had, of course, tried to leave. Opening the door had been easy, but an attempt to step out had shot him back and knocked him out. He'd thrown up in the foyer, then dragged himself back to the guest room, weak and dizzy.

The corridors all looked the same in the dark, and his wand cast eeries shadows. Harry pushed open a few doors, but found nothing special; studies, empty bedrooms, two libraries, a drawing room. There were several locked doors. He had tried 'Alohomora' on a few, but they wouldn't budge.

There were no lights in the manor, and Harry's wand only lit up a few meters in front of him. Beyond that, the darkness was like a fog.

As he rounded a corner, he felt something stir behind him. He spun around in time to see a flash of movement. Lifting his wand high, he found a huge painting of a basilisk. He quickly turned away and pressed on.

Presently, he came across an arched door which was slightly ajar, low light streaming through the gap. Harry opened the door and stepped out, but almost jumped back in when he realised it lead outside.

He stood in a courtyard, wild and unkempt. It was walled off by the looming manor on three sides, a high stone wall on the other. Vines climbed the manor walls and a dry fountain had become a nest of flowers.

When he was sure it was safe to be there, Harry made his way through the garden, following an already pressed passage in the grass. In some places he could feel stone beneath his bare feet, inbetween the dirt and grass; it was an old cobblestone path.

There was a tree in the corner against the wall, and beyond that, another arched, wooden door. He didn't go back inside, but sat beneath the tree in the sea of white and silver flowers and stared up at the stars.

He wasn't sure why - whether it was the unfamiliar, sweet smell of the flowers, or the warm breeze - but he felt more comfortable then and there than he had done in months. In minutes he was asleep, snoring into the bed of wildflowers.

Harry found his way to the dining room that morning. There had been a note in the guest room inviting him to dinner last night, but he hadn't gone. Now he was hungry, and hoped to find an elf who could help before either of the Malfoy's got up.

"Potter," said Malfoy, as Harry walked in. "I forgot you were here."

Harry scowled.

"Breakfast." Malfoy waved at the table of fruits, meats and breads.

"You're awfully nonchalont about this."

Malfoy raised his eyebrows from the Daily Prophet. "That's a big word for you," he said. "I think you're more worried than you should be. Give it a few days and mother will change her mind, release you, and you can lock us up like you've always wanted."

Malfoy sounded resigned.

"Tea of coffee?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you drink tea or coffee?" Malfoy asked again, stading up.

"Um, tea."

There was a pot of tea on the table, but Malfoy walked out anyway. As soon as he was gone, Harry took his seat and snatched up the prophet, which was open two pages in.

There was a small picture of what looked like a scruffy looking Lucius Malfoy, and the header, 'Azkaban Death Eater still pleads not guilty.' Harry read on.

Lucius Malfoy, convicted Death Eater, was sentenced to Azkaban last week for life. War hero Ronald Weasley, a close friend of Harry Potter, gave us a detailed account of Malfoy's crimes, some of which he had experienced first hand. Luna Lovegood, another hero of the war, and several Ministry members also gave evidence against the head of the Malfoy estate. Malfoy is the second Death Eater this week to be sent to Azkaban without trial.

Both Lovegood and Weasley were held prisoner in Malfoy's home, where Lovegood was allegedly tortured. 'We know Malfoy participated in most of the Death Eater activities, and fought for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in the war," a Ministry official confirmed. Malfoys house was searched and a number of dark objects removed.

Ministry official Percy Weasley, brother of Ronald Weasley, has recently been "in and out" of Azkaban on undisclosed official business, and says Malfoy continues to plead not guilty.

'He appears to be very ill and quite desperate,' Weasley told us early this morning. 'The new Azkaban Healers will be taking a look at him.'

Malfoy's wife and son have been questioned extensively and are due in court in August. If there is evidence of their unreluctant involvement in the war, we are sure the Ministry will not hesitate to reunite the family behind bars.

"Don't you dare let my mother read that."

Harry looked up to find Malfoy standing over him. He glared at Harry as he put the tea tray down.

"Malfoy-"

"I don't have anything to say. Save your breath."

Why did Harry feel guilty? It's not like he would have stopped Ron from testifying, even if he'd known. He poured a cup of tea and pointedly ignored Malfoy, who had snatched the paper back.

As Harry finished his tea and reached out for a piece of toast, Malfoy muttered and folded the paper angrily. "Lets go," he said, standing up, but Harry just looked confused.

"Where?"

Malfoy sighed. "I might as well show you around."