Harry had finally been able to track down the papers the ministry had all offenders sign before they were released on probation. It had taken him a while to read through all of the terminology and get a feel for what it all actually meant, but when he finally began to understand the just of it he was horrified. He just couldn't understand how anyone would basically sign their life away, sign away all of their rights and basic freedoms. More than that he couldn't believe that Draco would sign something like this, the man was smarter than almost anyone he knew. He had just started to contemplate grabbing Ron and going out for dinner to mull it all over when his fireplace flared. Only a few people were able to access his flow so he quickly moved over to the fire and stuck his head in. He could vaguely make out Hermione in the flickering light of a broken lamp.

He frowned and asked, "Hermione? What's going on?"

Harry knew he was probably an open book in that moment, concern and an unprecedented fear that was rapidly taking hold of him. Hermione cleared her throat and said with a wince, "Would you and Ron mind coming over right away, we have a bit of a situation?"

Harry nodded and said, "I'll grab Ron and be right over. Is everything okay?"

Hermione glanced behind her a bit and said, "Just hurry please."

Harry nodded and quickly moved out of the fireplace and headed to his office door, it only took him a minute to find Ron and it took only a basic explanation of the situation to get Ron racing with Harry to his fire place and going through the still green glowing flame. It actually took Harry a few seconds to recognized the destroyed front room as the one he had left not 24 hours ago. By then Ron had already moved to Hermione's side and pulled his wand when he realized his fiancé had her own wand out and pointed at Seamus.

Seamus smiled nervously and said, "Look Ron, you have to understand I was just doing what the ministry told me to, I don't understand why Hermione is so upset, this is Malfoy we're talking about. He was called the bloody prince of Slytherin, and he still acts like he's better than us."

Harry suddenly found his gaze on the figure on the floor, and suddenly his vision sharpened and it didn't seem so dark. He felt something in him snap when he took in the blood and already darkening bruises on the pale skin, which was showing through ripped and tattered clothes. Harry felt himself growl out, "You beat him because he was in Slytherin?"

Seamus frowned and said, "He was mouthing off, he didn't appreciate everything the ministry risked allowing him out of Azkaban, he should still be in there rotting, or better yet in a grave, he even has the bloody dark mark."

Seamus moved as if he to get closer to Draco and Harry and the other two members of the Golden Trio had their wands out and practically jammed into Seamus as Harry snarled, "If it weren't for him we wouldn't have won the war, and this is how you repay him, by being just as bigoted as those who wanted to be rid of muggle born students."

Seamus gaped and seemed to be unable to find words to respond. Ron seemed to realize that Harry was just getting more and more angry by the moment because he said, "I think I'll take Seamus back to the Ministry and sit him down for a chat, Hermione why don't you and Harry take Malfoy to my house, I'm sure my mom will be able to get him patched up, she's been taking classes from some med-witches ever since the end of the war."

Seamus laughed and said, "He can't leave here or else the ministry will assume he is not complying with the terms of his probation contract and not even I am so cruel as to want to see that."

Harry nearly snarled, and he had to turn his gaze away from Seamus and away from his mate or else he was going to lose control so instead he focused on Hermione, and said, "Ron, do you think if you take him down to lock up than I can fire-call your mom and see if she can come over here."

Ron's voice was a little off when he said, "yeah, I can manage this fool, and I'll take a look at these contracts, maybe bring them over if I can find someone to watch Seamus. Mom will be happy to come over but call her quick, Malfoy doesn't look too good."

With that Ron grabbed Seamus' arm and roughly hauled him into the fire and went back to the ministry. Once they were through Hermione said, "Fire call Mrs. Weasley Harry, ask her to come right away, I don't think Draco is breathing."

Harry felt his heart nearly come out of his chest and he was instantly at the fire, his head through the Weasley's fire and after two loud shouts Mrs. Weasley was there by the fire with a frightened look, "What's wrong Harry?"

Harry took a deep breath and said quickly, "Could you come through quickly with your med-witch supplies, Seamus attached Draco and Hermione says it doesn't look like he is breathing."

Mrs. Weasley gasped and quickly summoned a very large black bag that clasped shut and then Harry was pulling his head free just in time for Mrs. Weasley to rush through. Harry had only ever really seen her move so fast when she had been taking out Bellatrix. Mrs. Weasly quickly barked to Hermion, "Roll him onto his back while I run a diagnostic spell."

Hermione complied instantly as though she had been waiting for some instruction. Mrs. Weasley actually cursed when the spell was finished and then said, "Harry, get me water and some clean linins, also if you can find any healing potions here that would be wonderful because I am not certain I have enough."

Harry rushed to comply with the order, searching destroyed room after room. It was clear that in between beating Draco, Seamus had been taking his anger out on his belongings, most of which Harry now realized were not the expensive furnishing he had thought but all cheap supplies that Draco had obviously transfigured some time ago. The furnishing now looked so worn and bear that he suspected even the Weasley's would throw it all out. It took Harry a lot longer than he was comfortable with to find a bowl that wasn't broken or dirty and then even longer to find linens but he found enough healing potions to heal at least three dozen broken bones, so Harry grabbed them all and ran back to the entrance, where Mrs. Weasley had Hermione holding Draco, whose clothes had been removed, all except his trousers, and whom looked even more bruised and battered with all that exposed skin, but he was at least breathing. As Harry set down his supplies he glanced at Hermione, who although cradling most of Draco's upper body, was focusing her gaze entirely on a medal looking contraption on Draco's arm. Harry frowned and asked, "How is he?"

Hermione blinked and then said slowly, "He should pull through, but Mrs. Weasley says even with a dozen healing potions it will be at least a few days before he's conscious let alone up and about. Seamus broke nearly all of his ribs and some of them splintered out into his organs, she still has not completely mended them, but she said he is in the clear for now. Harry did you know the ministry was putting medal magical tracking braces and ankle braces through the bones of everyone on probation. I mean I knew Draco had a tracking brace, but it's through his bone!"

Mrs. Weasley sighed and said, "Harry dear, could you please take over propping Draco up, at least long enough for Hermione to get a calming drought, she's been positively distraught ever since she saw that blood bracer."

Harry nodded and moved next to Hermione and as he took Draco from her he said, "Why don't you go see if Draco has any calming droughts, then once you have taken one, maybe you could go through the flow to my office at the ministry, I pulled the forms the ministry had Draco sign, perhaps you can find some loophole since you have so much knowledge of magical law."

Hermione suddenly got a determined look on her face and said, "Yes, I'll take a look at those documents, and I think I'll send a few owls to some colleges of mine, I'm sure a few interested parties would like to publish some of the hidden facts about how once again the ministry is encouraging discrimination in their policies. This whole affair makes me sick, I just wished I had known how drastic Draco's circumstances were."

Harry nodded politely, it was clear that now that Hermione had some determination and some way to deal with the situation that she probably didn't even need that calming drought. Mrs. Weasley was still casting spell after spell at Draco, and occasionally having Harry pour potions down his throat long after Hermione had left. It felt like eternity before some of the bruising finally began to fade and Draco's breathing became a bit less strained.

Harry hadn't realized how absorbed he had been into Draco's facial expression and his breathing and just everything that was Draco, until Mrs. Weasley said softly, "This is all I can do tonight, he's going to need to drink a healing potion in the morning and at least two more after that, but it would be better if you could get him to eat before he takes them that would be for the best. I assume you are planning to stay with him at least until he is back on his feet."

Harry glanced up into Mrs. Weasley's knowing eyes, and asked, "You are sure he'll be okay?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled gently and said, "I would feel better if I could get that medal out of his wrist and ankle, but other than that it's just bruising and he might have a small scar from where his head must have impacted with a chair, but he should be okay. He should even wake up sometime tomorrow, if he doesn't wake before dinner time tomorrow you should fire-call me."

Harry nodded and Mrs. Weasley asked, "I'm afraid he won't be up to brewing the wolfsbane potion for some time, so you might have to look into finding a secure location to change, then again if you change here in Draco's basement I'm sure that would be for the best."

Harry felt his jaw open and close several times before Mrs. Weasley patted his cheek and said, "Your eyes started glowing when you saw the medal in his wrist, and you have been focused entirely on Draco the entire time you have been sitting here, between that and the very obvious mating mark, it's not a big jump Harry dear, especially for anyone who's been around for a time."

Before Harry could think of anything to say Mrs. Weasley had her supplies packed back up into her bag and was walking towards the fireplace. She paused and called over her should, "I hope everything works out for the two of you Harry, you both deserve a life full of happiness after all you have been through."

With that said Mrs. Weasley stepped through to the burrow, and Harry glanced back down at Draco. He sighed and carefully lifted him in his arms, surprised by how light he was, and headed upstairs to the only room that Seamus hadn't seemed to trash. The bedroom was small, with shuttered windows and a single mattress sitting on the floor next to Draco's old school trunk. There were no other furnishings and Harry found himself doing his best to make the mattress more comfortable before he set Draco down on it. Harry knew he should probably go try to clean the place up but he suddenly felt exhausted and something in him was just not comfortable with letting Draco out of his sight, so with a hesitant sigh, Harry removed his shoes and climbed onto the mattress next to Draco. Before he knew it Harry was falling asleep with a relaxed sigh.