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To Hurt and Heal

cassisluna

Summary:

They say that everybody who gets out of Azkaban es out a little mad. After the war, Draco Malfoy spends three months in Azkaban. He just wants to go insane in peace, but Harry Potter finds that he, inexplicably, still can“t leave Draco alone.

Chapter 1

“Don’t look as if you’ll miss , Potter,” is Malfoy’s amused quip fifteen minutes before he is due to be transported to Azkaban.

There is a wry, almost challenging smile on his lips, one that looks so out of place on his thin, wan face that Harry in his frustration almost wants to punch.

He isn’t even sure anymore if he is angry because the old wizards in the Wizengamot hadn’t listened to him (again) or because Draco Malfoy in general just has this talent of making people want to punch him, even when he is about to jump into the Dentors’ arms.

Even when it is obviously only false bravado and ego enabling him to stand straight then.

His stiff shoulders and red-rimd, sunken eyes fool no one in the room, though Harry suspects that Draco isn’t really trying to deceive anyone.

The only ones present to send him off are Narcissa Malfoy and Harry himself after all.

Lucius Malfoy had already been sent to Azkaban since the Battle of Hogwarts, and it was quick and inevitable, and no one had argued the verdict of a life sentence—not his family, not even himself.

But Narcissa and Draco Malfoy—oh, Harry had fought tooth and nail for that.

But in the end, everything was decided on that blemish of ink, that monstrosity of a skull and a serpent.

Draco Malfoy is Marked. Narcissa Malfoy is not.

Three months, the Wizengamot had said. Three months in Azkaban and a magic ban, to be lifted on the 30th of August.

And it is a sentence obviously made light by the petition of Harry Potter—Gregory Goyle hadn’t been so lucky—but three months is still three months and three months is more than enough to be locked in a cage, surrounded by Dentors.

“Malfoy,” is the only thing Harry is able to say then, frustration making his tongue heavy, because Draco Malfoy, 17 years old and the sodding irritating slimy git that he is, saved him—

“The Ministry can’t be going around leaving Marked Death Eaters unpunished,” Malfoy says in reply, his face now fashioned into a careful mask of indifference. “It simply wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Harry shakes his head. “You told them it wasn’t . You…you saved ,” he trails off, helpless, unsure how to convey the guilt that he feels for not being able to prevent this.