"And how was it achieved? I'm sure we can test if Draco Malfoy has traces of Veritaserum in his system. Were you granted permission by the Wizengamot to administer it during an interrogation?"
"I don't have to...."
"Yes, you do!" McGonagall said, and then she declared, "Furthermore, by express law, any evidence you gathered with it, is not to be used in this Courtroom!"
"This is war!"
"No, it isn't! The Battle ended nine months ago. The last of Death Eaters are gone."
Nine months... Harry was tortured for nine months. He phased out most of what they were saying and tried to process that time.
"Fine! All in favor?"
He blinked as most of the Court raised their hands. All in favor of what? What had he missed? Were they convicting him? He tried to remember what was said, but he wasn't paying attention.
"All opposed?" 
Only a handful voted against it... him.
"They yays have it. Baliff! Administer the potion."
Potion? Draco's eyes widened as someone approached him holding a clear vial. Veritaserum. He was going to tell all, or at least, what Harry hadn't denied him to. He was shaking when the Aurors grabbed him and pulled his head back roughly. They put more than the required three drops into his mouth and made him swallow. It'd affect him for hours.
"Madam Arbitor... proceed with the voir dire," Chief Warlock Reacher ordered.
"We'll ask the preliminary questions first. What is your name?"
"Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy."
Murmurs broke out and the arbitor was surprised.
"Lord? Is your father dead?"
"No. He surrendered his rights, title and properties to me."
"Wh-"
"This isn't relevant," McGonagall declared.
"You are just a member of the Wizengamot, not the prisoner's barrister," the Minister growled.
"So are you. Are you going to allow this veritable child to have a barrister?"
There was no answer.
"Well, to answer your question, all crimes are relevant. If Draco manipulated his father into...."
"You cannot look for more charges with Veritaserum, only truth from what he is accused of. I will Silence Mr. Malfoy if you go off topic again."
The arbitor rounded on him. "Mr. Malfoy, did you administer the Imperius Charm on Madam Rosmerta before the war?"
"Yes, I...."
"Did you make it possible for Death Eaters, including Fenrir Greyback and Bellatrix Lestrange, to enter Hogwarts, in order to kill Albus Dumbledore?"
"Yes... but...."
"Did you fight at the Battle of Hogwarts against Harry Potter?"
"No."
"Pardon me?" she said, her line of questions interrupted.
"He said no! Move on."
"But...."
"Next question!" Professor McGonagall said. Both the arbitor and the Minister were angry that she was interfering. 
She then asked about his Mark. "Did you swear allegiance to You-Know -Who?"
"Yes, I ha-"
"Did you accept the Dark Mark?"
"Yes... but I...."
"Quiet! We don't want to hear excuses. "Did you flee the scene the Battle after the Death Eaters were defeated?"
"No."
"What?"
"I was dragged home by my father when the battle was lost."
"You didn't go willingly?"
"No."
"I found that hard to believe."
"Madam Arbitor, he's under Ministry-grade Veritaserum."
"Fine. And you avoided prosecution with He-Who-Must-Not-Be Named since the Battle?"
"No. I couldn't le-"
But the arbitor Silenced him. "No extra information."
"Madam Arbitor!" Professor McGonagall said and released the charm. "You have to allow him to speak!"
"I couldn't leave because my father's wards were locked and Voldemort ordered us to stay there!" he said quickly.
A few people scoffed, including the arbitor. Some still flinched at the name. She then asked if he used the Cruciatus and other pain spells on Greyback and Yaxley, which he admitted he had. She also got him to admit that he let werewolves and his parents escape. Then she struck the crux of everything.
"You are accused of daily beating, torturing, and rape of the Chosen One... what did you do to Harry Potter!"
The ramble grew louder. "Give him the Kiss!" someone yelled.
Draco couldn't say a word. He looked helplessly at McGonagall who was curious herself, expecting him to confess all manner of dark deeds, but he stayed quiet. Unable to breathe a word of what happened in the basement to anyone but Harry.
"Awwah ha! Proof of his heinous deeds. Witches and wizards of the Wizengamot... there are ways to not answer questions under Veritaserum... but you cannot lie! See how no lies will come forth!" the aribitor argued.
"See here!"
"Enough you old crone!" Minister Robards growled.
"Well, I never!" McGonagall said, red in the face.
"Silence! Order! Madam Arbitor is correct on how the truth potion works..." the Chief Warlock declared.
"Do we want to cast a vote now?" someone asked.
Draco was shaking and met McGonagall's eyes, pleading. "This defendant hasn't had a chance to state his case," she said, defeated already. 
"Your client doesn't deny that he tortured and raped Harry Potter! He admitted to using the Imperius and Cruciatus Curses! He admitted to conspiracy to commit murder! He admitted that he took the Dark Mark and swore allegiance to the Dark Lord! He will face judgment, now!" spat the Minister for Magic.
The yelling grew louder and some were chanting, "Vote now! Vote now!"
"Order! Order!" cried the Chief Warlock. "I will ca-"
Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by a high-pitched screech that made the whole room wince and try to cover their ears. 
Crack.
Draco, dazed from the sound, opened his eyes to see Harry Potter in the center of the Courtroom, flanked by Granger and Weasley. Harry... he had broke through the Ministry's tight Anti-Apparation wards to face the ire of the Ministry and Wizengamot. His wand, their wand, the Hawthorn one, was in his hand and he looked pissed.