"You don't have to apologize," he said, tonelessly.
                              
"But the Ministry does."
                              
Draco shrugged and looked away. "It wasn't like we didn't deserve it."
                              
"No one, not Grindelwald, not Voldemort, not Morgana herself... deserves that."
                              
Draco shrugged and met Harry's eyes. He tried to give him a reassuring nod, but Draco looked back to Hermione.
                              
She took a deep breath. "I don't know how much Harry has been telling you about the case."
                              
"Just that most have already been convicted, and I wasn't needed for the case."
                              
"Correct... but I just wanted to show you the list of names, in case there was anyone that was missed?"
                              
Draco shook his head. "Lists aren't going to help. I didn't know their names, and by the end, I wouldn't even look at them. But I saw the newspaper. You got the ones I know."
                              
"I see," she said, quiet, now. "Is there anyone else... that you know of, that hurt you?"
                              
"The other prisoners?" Draco muttered and wouldn't look at Harry. This was embarrassing for him. He wondered if he shouldn't be there.
                              
"What?" Hermione said.
                              
"The other Death Eaters. I was... open for them to use."
                              
Hermione's eyebrows nearly shot through the ceiling. "Oh my god... you mean... I can't believe that... do you know, which ones?"
                              
Draco tensed up in a way that Harry didn't like and then relaxed, when he met Harry's eyes. "I do... but I'm not interested in testifying."
                              
"But will you tell me who? They are appealing their convictions, trying to get out or reduced sentences... if you tell me who, I can work to deny it to them."
                              
Draco lowered his head and nodded. "I don't know if I remember all of them."
                              
Hermione opened her bag and flicked through several pieces of parchment, and pulled out six pages. "Here are the admittance records for your years in the prison. You can just check off the names."
                              
Draco frowned but accepted the parchment. Harry wasn't sure that his fingers had the fine motor function to write, yet, but he took the quill and made marks on the paper. Harry couldn't see who, but there were at least twenty people. Draco flicked through the other pages and made a few more. When he finished, he put the papers down and just stared at the names, again... zoning out. Harry almost got up to rush to him, but he snapped out of it.
                              
"Anything else?" he said, quietly, not looking away from the parchment.
                              
"Draco, I'm really so sorry to put you through this... but is there anyone that... well... helped you... I mean... while you were in there?"
                              
He sighed and shook his head. Harry didn't think anyone helped him.
                              
"I'm so sorry," she said again and took the parchment. "Now, just a few more hard questions... about your probation officer."
                              
Draco tensed up in a bad way and frowned. "Yes?"
                              
"Did he ever do that to you?"
                              
"No."
                              
"But he knew?"
                              
"I think so," he said and looked at the floor, again.
                              
Harry stood up, came over and slowly took his hand. "Hey... it's okay. I'm here. Look at me."
                              
Draco did.
                              
"You're safe, now. I promise that he won't hurt you, again. Okay? I'm here."
                              
Draco nodded and had some tears in his eyes. "Okay...."