Hermione was currently voicing her frustration with the man, who was the one that had handled the Azkaban cases, too. Unfortunately, the power and prominence he had gained from those easy convictions had gone to his head and he was fighting Hermione's orders. She was nearly ready to chuck him, but a new prosecutor at this stage would send the wrong message. Harry could see immediately that Bletchley was a tool and he was a snob. He was almost goading Hermione into screaming at him. She suspected that he had his eyes set on a seat on the Wizengamot, instead of just the head Ministry prosecutor.
                              
Bletchley puffed his chest and waved his hand dismissively at her when he spoke, "It just isn't going to happen. I say we just drop the attempted murder. The photo just proves...."
                              
Hermione cut him off, angrily. "Depraved indifference? You can clearly see Malfoy breathing in the picture if you look hard enough! And it was morning, so even if McGrath didn't chuck him out the window, he left Draco there to die!"
                              
"That's not attempted murder," he scoffed.
                              
Hermione glared. "You will continue to go after him for the life sentence with your full effort, or be prepared to face the consequences, Kevin!"
                              
The obnoxious twat rolled his eyes and walked toward the office door. He turned and spat, "I can't make evidence appear out of thin air. No witness, no crime. The chief warlock can throw it out without deliberation. Those are the facts, Madam Granger-Weasley, and don't threaten me."
                              
Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously. "It wasn't a threat, but a promise. Get out."
                              
He snorted derisively and left, but Harry gave her a look. "And you say I have a temper?"
                              
"I have been dealing with that pompous prat for nearly two months straight... every day. I'm about to hex him!" she growled, letting her aggravation show.
                              
Harry smirked. "That would be fun to see."
                              
"Harry... that aside, he's right. Can you try again, tomorrow... to ask Draco?" she pressed.
                              
Harry tightened up. He didn't want to do that, but he can see the evidence issues they had. "Okay... but I don't think that he's going to change his mind."
                              
"Just try? We're starting soon and I got to prep the EMMTs, scene investigators and Susan Bones tomorrow, and then... well... Harry, Bletchley has a point... if there isn't enough evidence, then the chief warlock can and will throw it out. I want to get him on everything."
                              
"I do, too. I'll ask," Harry whispered, lowering his head.
                              
"Thanks... please get some sleep."
                              
Harry rolled his eyes. Not likely going to happen with everything on his mind, but he hugged her and took her office floo home. He didn't want to be seen in the Ministry. He drank two glasses as a nightcap and eventually fell asleep, waking a few hours later. It was a little rough waking up and he took a sip of over-the-cauldron Pepper-Up Potion as a pick-me-up. He Apparated to the lobby and went to his office. He sighed, remembering that Joel was starting his exams today. He couldn't help him on those, so he would have to wait and see.
                              
Harry headed to Draco's room, stopping just outside the door to build his confidence. He had begrudgingly kept Draco up-to-date since Hermione's visit a week or so ago. Draco pretended like it didn't matter, but Harry wasn't fooled, though. Draco could say whatever he wanted, but Harry could see and feel the tension. Draco was just as scared of McGrath as the guards of Azkaban. He didn't want to see any of them, again. He didn't want to be confronted by it all, again, and Harry didn't want him to go through it. But he also wanted the man convicted and sent away forever. What if, in ten years, McGrath gets out and confronts Draco?