Harry bit his lip and nodded. "I'm still scared."
                              
"I know, but it'll work out...ya understand?"
                              
Harry nodded and lowered his head. Some more tears fell to the ground, and Ron gripped his hand tighter.
                              
"Harry, just in case you need to hear this..." Ron started, and Harry looked at him. "You did a great thing for Malfoy... Drraaaco. Man, that's weird to say."
                              
Harry smirked a little.
                              
"Mione told me how bad he was... and how you are with him... and that he wouldn't have handled that stand. He was locking up when Hermione was calmly asking him questions. So, I'm proud of ya... more prouder than I have been before in ya. And that includes all that war-shite and saving me, Hermione and my family's lives. You faced all that on the stand and never lost it. It was amazing, mate."
                              
Harry's eyes watered for a different reason, and he swallowed hard. He leaned into Ron's chest, again, and Ron obliged him with a hug.
                              
"Cry it out, mate... it can only get better...."
                              
No, it won't, Harry thought, but didn't say it. He let Ron comfort him until they heard the rush of the floo, and Hermione came back. He could see that her mouth was moving, but he couldn't hear, until Ron looked at him expectantly.
                              
"What?"
                              
"Didn't you hear her?"
                              
Hermione smiled. "Guilty on all counts and sentenced to life in Azkaban."
                              
Harry let out a breath of relief, and Ron let out a loud Whoop! Hermione sat next to him on the couch, and he hugged her. She pulled back and had tears in her eyes, as well as questions. He just nodded. He wasn't sure how to process everything.
                              
"Harry...."
                              
"I... need time," he murmured.
                              
"Okay, but I'm not letting you go off the rails, Harry. We're here for you."
                              
He nodded.
                              
"I fired Bletchley... in front of the Wizengamot. That bellend isn't going to get voted onto the Court, now."
                              
Harry stared confused.
                              
"He let Runcorn do that to you on purpose. He didn't object or stop any of it. There's no way he wasn't in on it. He should have never let Runcorn even put your scan into your hands without demanding to know what it clearly was and not trap you into admitting it."
                              
Harry snorted. He was a victim of another power play. Some things never change. He needed to leave. Get back to the hospital... to Draco.
                              
"I need to go to work," he muttered.
                              
"Harry, come on. You need to process what happened. Take some time off," Hermione urged.
                              
"I didn't tell him I wasn't coming today. He'll worry."
                              
Hermione tightened up. "You didn't tell him, did you? What you were going to do?"
                              
Harry shook his head. "He'd have tried to stop me."
                              
"Harry...."
                              
"Please don't push... I'm... everything is raw."
                              
"All the more reason to take a few days off. We can go tell Draco, or that new healer, your friend Joel. Anything! Please, Harry... you need to recover."
                              
"I'm fine."
                              
"You were practically catatonic when I left!" she said, and Harry tensed up.
                              
"Hermione... enough. Harry... you can't go to work and pretend you're fine. You need support."