"Yes... and then he stole things from the house. Draco didn't come back."
                              
"I saw his tracks. It was McGrath, right?"
                              
"Yes... the parole officer."
                              
Harry growled under his breath, "I knew that he was a dirtbag. I didn't want to ask Draco... he's still hurting a lot. Did you... talk to him?"
                              
Narcissa started crying. "I couldn't... I just... he was... so hurt. I feel so guilty."
                              
"You didn't wait for him, did you?" Harry guessed.
                              
"Lucius told me... what happened...."
                              
Harry looked to the former Death Eater with interest. "You have all your memories from Azkaban?"
                              
"Of course, Potter. But I'm not going to tell you!" Lucius puffed up.
                              
"I probably already know," Harry whispered. "I can feel his injuries... but you were there? You know what the guards did to him?"
                              
"They made me watch... as they broke him, mentally and physically. They wanted to hurt me in the worst way."
                              
Harry's eyes narrowed. Lucius had hurt Draco in the same way, but he had to wait. He wanted information.
                              
"They didn't break him. He is strong."
                              
Lucius grimaced. "He wouldn't talk."
                              
"He talks to me. You shouldn't have given up on him."
                              
Narcissa let out a sob. "My poor baby...."
                              
"Quit that! You're making a scene!" Lucius shouted.
                              
"Shut up! Merlin, you are a prick," Harry growled.
                              
"Insulting portraits, now? Leave us in our misery."
                              
"Your misery? Draco's the one you should be concerned with, if you care anything for him. You killed yourself, too, didn't you?"
                              
"I saw no point. My house, my line is dead. Draco is gone, crippled."
                              
"Lost... maybe. But I'll bring him back."
                              
"You lie... you can't heal those wounds. I saw the spells they used."
                              
"I can. I'm Harry Potter, defeater of the undefeatable, remember? Draco's hands and legs are healed. He will walk, again."
                              
Lucius glared. "Maybe... but you'll never heal his mind."
                              
"I will. I promise you and him that."
                              
"But no woman will want him, especially when he finds out that he's... unclean in more than one way."
                              
"Lucius!"
                              
Harry glared at him. "You don't mean just the rapes, do you?"
                              
"He's unnatural. Betraying our bloodline and magic itself!"
                              
"And I bet you told him that, didn't you? You're a piece of work, Lucius."
                              
Narcissa cried.
                              
"You don't understand. He's my only son. The last Malfoy... our future rested on him and he failed."
                              
"You failed, old man. You choose to serve Voldemort. You let him brand your son and get you both sent to Azkaban. You deserved to go to that hell, but Draco didn't. It was your job to protect him!"
                              
"We would have been at the Dark Lord's right hand, if he had won."
                              
"As his ass-licker, you mean? Yeah, I bet you'd bend over for that mad man if he asked."
                              
Lucius was shaking in rage.
                              
Harry chuckled. "Hit a little close to the mark, there?"
                              
"The Dark Lord was not a... buggering ponce!"