Really sorry it has taken me months to get this up. There was just something really stressful my dad did that we might have had to go to court over. Got the news we don't have to hire a layer three weeks ago. Just before that happened I decided to add more detail to this story and was unable to finish my new plot points properly. I blame Pansy since I decided to add her to the story. Finally felt like writing again and finished editing this together. This is the final chapter.

Wanted to get this up before Christmas but it didn't happen because my friend had spent the past week here. So merry belated Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Twilight Moonbeams

No Regrets

o0o

Hermione had gone home to get some sleep. It seemed like they wouldn't be able to get the warrant until the morning. Harry and Ron both refused to leave the shop where they had been organizing the raid.

As Hermione was brushing her teeth when the wards went off. Informing her that someone had entered the property who was unknown. There was a pounding on the front door. Spitting out the toothpaste, she quickly went to see who it was. Intruders did not knock on the door.

When she opened the door, Hermione saw a woman with a short black bob and wearing a leather jacket, miniskirt, and thigh high boots. It wasn't how anyone she was well acquainted with usually dressed. "Can I help you?" Hermione asked, warily blocking the door with her body.

"Really Granger, you don't recognize me." The woman stated sarcastically.

It was true that Hermione felt like she knew this person from somewhere. When Hermione squinted she finally recognizing the girl. "Parkinson?"

"Yes, who else would I be?" Pansy rolled her eyes. "Are you going to invite me in?"

"That depends on what are you doing here?" Hermione asked for clarification. They had never gotten along at school. It wasn't like they were old friends.

"I have some information on Draco's location," Pansy replied coolly. Immediately she had Granger escorting her into the apartment.

"How do you even know he's missing?" Hermione asked since they had kept it under wraps that Malfoy had been kidnapped. There had been no articles in the prophet either as far as she knew.

"I saw him being brought in," Pansy stated as she perched on the edge of the couch.

"You saw..." Hermione connected the indecent outfit with the location that Malfoy had been brought to. "Oh."

"Yes, oh." Pansy had already come to terms with the fact she was a whore. She had tried after the war to get a respectable job but had no success. Even as somebody who had never been a Death Eater or marked, being a Slytherin was enough for them to turn her away.

"Why are you here instead of at the auror office?" Hermione asked, confused how the Slytherin girl ended up on her doorstep.

"I don't know who I can trust in the aurors." Pansy shook her head. Remembering how many of her customers were aurors themselves or ministry workers. "I know Potter can be trusted if anything else. I would have gone straight to Potter's place but his address is a secret from the public."

"So you want me to contact Harry for you?" Hermione asked and the girl nodded.

"I thought it would be best to go through unofficial channels." Pansy sighed resignedly. "You're my accessible connection."

"You do realize Harry is still an auror in training, right?" Hermione asked the Slytherin girl.

"A trainee with power," Pansy smirked as she crossed her legs. "It makes all the difference."

"Let me just contact Harry." Hermione floo called the shop. She knew they would all still be awake.

Ron answered the floo. "Hermione, I thought you were getting some sleep."

"I was just about to when Pansy Parkinson showed up on our doorstep," Hermione replied. "She says she has information about Malfoy."

"I'll get Harry," Ron said before disappearing from the floo.

Hermione left the floo open so they could come through. She walked back to the living room. "Can I offer you son tea or coffee while we wait?"

"Whisky." Pansy tilted her head.

Hermione pursed her lips as she went to the liquor cabinet. She selected the good fire whiskey because she knew if she served the cheap stuff that all she would hear was complaining. Walking back over, she handed the girl a crystal tumbler that she had inherited from her grandfather.

Pansy accepted the glass and after taking a sip she made a noise as if she was judging the taste.

It didn't take long for Harry, Ron, and George to appear from the floo. Hermione sighed in relief that she didn't have to sit in awkward silence another second longer.

"What did you hear?" Harry immediately asked without even bothering to say hello.

"I didn't hear, I saw with my own eyes Draco being brought into the Syrinxes Puzzle," Pansy answered while rolling her eyes.

"That's it," Ron grumbled with restlessness. "We already know where the git is."

"We have a rescue plan in the works and are just waiting for a search warrant," Harry explained with some disappointment in his voice.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't think my information wouldn't be useful." Pansy looked at them intently. "You won't find Draco in any of the known rooms."

"Known?" Harry furrowed his brow.

"Draco was brought into Badrik's office and hasn't come out since," Pansy stated with a raised eyebrow.

"I think we would know to check the man's office." Ron rolled his eyes.

"Not the way I mean." Pansy snorted at his foolishness. "Before I started to work there, some of the other girls told me that there was a major renovation of his office. A lot of the surrounding rooms were absorbed and made inaccessible."

"There's a hidden room?" Harry enquired with exhilaration. He always liked it when things started to fall into place.

"That's the theory," Pansy nodded in agreement. "I believe that's where they're keeping Draco."

"Do you know how to get in?" Harry asked eagerly.

"No," Pansy shook her head. "Though I know the name of the contractor."

"How do you know that if you weren't working there yet?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"The man's a customer." Pansy played with her fake nails. "I think Badrik made a deal to pay for goods with services instead of cash. Less paper trail."

"How did you know that Draco and I are friends now?" Harry asked with a furrowed brow.

"Really!" Pansy actually sounded surprised. "Oh, Draco must be delighted about that. He was obsessed with you at Hogwarts. The rants he would go on about you. Potter this and Potter that." She took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one with tipoff her wand.

"No smoking in here." Hermione grabbed the cigarette out of the other girl's mouth.

"Come back to the shop with us," Harry suggested. "We'll discuss it further with everyone present."

"Everyone else?" Pansy raised an eyebrow.

o0o

Draco glared as Badrik enter the room. The man looked much too pleased for his liking.

"You would never guess what I've been up to," Badrik said. "Come on, guess?"

Draco wasn't going to play this game with him. He knew that the man wanted to get him riled up.

"Before using it on you, I tested my altered love potion on some of the other girls. I couldn't very well risk it not working now could I?" Badrik smirked. "I've had great success with other test subjects."

"Who'd you use it on?" Draco asked since he was worried for Pansy.

"Don't worry about your little friend. The girl has disappeared earlier this evening and has not returned." Badrik said as if he could read Draco's mind. "She'll be punished severely later, though." He sighed as if he wouldn't enjoy it.

"Now that my altered Twilight Moonbeams is ready I have owled your first client," Badrik revealed.

In response, Draco tried to continue to lay there silently and not show any reaction. Though thoughts of what was going to happen to him started to run through his head. Draco knew no matter what he said that Badrik would not change his mind. Panic was finally starting to settle in.

"Too bad, he isn't able to come tonight because of a previous engagement," Badrik said with disappointment. "That means that you have one more evening before the fun really begins, so you better enjoy it." He stood up and placed the bottle on a table just out of Draco's reach so that he could still see it but not touch.

o0o

One by one they had all stepped through the floo to the apartment above the joke shop.

"Mrs. Malfoy!" Pansy squealed in excitement once she spotted her school mates mother. She ran across the room and threw her arms around the women.

Mrs. Malfoy hugged the girl back. "Pansy my dear, it is nice to see you again. Though I wish it was under better circumstances," Narcissa said with a dejected sigh.

"I agree," Pansy said as she released the women from her hold. "Draco always has a way of finding trouble. He's too good-looking for his own good."

"It's the veela genes from both the Black and Malfoy side of the family." Narcissa eluded.

"I always had my suspicions but Draco would never admit to that part of his lineage." Pansy narrowed her eyes, remembering a conversation they had in the great hall about it. "Draco always said that he could trace both sides of his family back ten generations with no mention of creature blood."

"Oh, that would be because it was over eleven generations ago," Narcissa shrugged at the technicality.

"Draco always manages to talk his way out of every situation," Pansy said fondly.

"Yes, we all know that Malfoy is gorgeous. How do you think he got this one to stalk him repeatedly?" Ron grumbled as he pointed to his best friend. "Can we get back on top topic?"

"Hey!" Harry said indignantly. Not to the fact that he had stalked Malfoy but to the reason. He didn't follow Draco around in the sixth year because Harry thought he was hot; but because he thought Malfoy was up to something.

"Oh, come on." Ron was sick and tired of Harry living in denial of his feelings. "You can't deny that recently you have been following Malfoy around because you think he's attractive."

"Not now," Harry whispered so only Ron could hear. He really did not want to be talking about this right now. Looking around at all the people who were overhearing a very private conversation. Including Draco's mother.

Ron mouthed the word fine. To change the topic, he said, "Malfoy is confirmed to be in the Sphinxes' Puzzle. We just have to think of a plan for when we get inside."

"You said you knew who the architect is?" Harry asked Parkinson who was pouring herself more fire whiskey.

"It's the contractor actually," Pansy nodded her head while she corrected him.

"Whatever." Harry rolled his eyes. "Can you contact the man to get the blueprints?"

After taking a sip of her fire whiskey, Pansy stood up and walked over to the mantle to floo call her customer.

At first, the man refused to help them because he didn't want to get any more tangled up in the situation than he already was. His tune changed though once Pansy threatened to tell his wife what her dutiful husband had been getting up to.

It had only been a short conversation but it got the results they were looking for. Within the hour the blueprints had been owled to them.

Harry unrolled the blueprints on the dining room table. Once they had a proper visual to work on it was a lot easier to make a proper plan. None of them had ever been inside the Sphinxes Puzzle except for Pansy of course. Her descriptions only helped so much.

After a decent amount of time, they had a firm plan in the works.

.0.

After receiving a few owls from his auror partner inquiring about his location, Harry finally revealed where and what he was doing.. Harry had known that they were supposed to have a meeting with their training auror today. He had owled the auror office he would not be making it but had forgotten about his partner. Of course, Taylor owled back that he would be right over

The were all quietly waiting for any new information when the silence was broken by Pansy's shriek. "There is an ear on the floor."

"Oh whoops," George walked over and picked up the wayward appendage.

"Really George, you should have that properly charmed to stay put so that you don't lose it." Molly reprimanded her son.

"But it is hilarious how people react when my ear suddenly falls off," George said with a mischievous smirk.

"I've almost forgotten that you were ever missing your ear in the first place," Harry said out loud to himself.

"What happened?" Pansy asked curiously.

"It got blown off by a Death Eater," George explained while he reattached the magical appendage.

"That must have been so traumatic," Pansy had wrapped herself around George's right arm. "I want to hear more."

This seemed like a very familiar scene to Harry for some reason.

George wasn't unattractive but he wasn't good-looking enough to have girls throwing themselves at him all the time either. Pansy Parkinson had actually grown into her nose since Hogwarts, or she had it magically charmed. Either way, she was a very attractive woman now who knew how to use her assets. It made it so that when George told his story he over exaggerated to make it so that he was the main focus. Instead of there being multiple Harry decoys there was only one, him. Pansy reacted at all the right parts.

Harry realized it was familiar because it was the same way that Pansy used to flirt with Malfoy back at Hogwarts. He remembered how the girl used to drape herself all over Draco at every opportunity she got.

"I think she's flirting with him," Harry said out loud.

"What?" Varity snapped. She narrowed her eyes and marched over to the pair. She grabbed George by his uninjured ear and started to drag him from the room.

"Ow, ow, ow," George exclaimed as he was dragged to his feet. "What'd I do?"

Verity could be heard saying "We need to talk" as they disappeared towards the bedroom.

"At least that girl can keep my son in line." Mrs. Weasley said with a fond smile. She had always liked Verity for her no-nonsense attitude.

"What'd I miss?" Taylor asked. He had arrived while everyone was distracted.

"Nothing of importance." Harry shrugged off his question.

Pansy pouted when her fun was dragged away.

Taylor noticed the displeased look on the nearby attractive women's face. Being the flirt he was he couldn't help commenting. "What's with the sad face?" He said hoping to say a line that would make her smile.

Instead, the women turned a death glare at him. "Are you actually hitting on me while my best friend has been kidnapped to become a sex slave!" Pansy snapped.

Derek stumbled away from the crazy women to hide behind his auror partner.

Harry sighed at being used as a human shield.

"What's all this yelling about?" Blaise asked as he walked in.

"Thank god you're here." Pansy cried as she ran over to hug her school friend.

Blaise calmly accepted the hug.

"He was trying to hit on me, at a time like this." Pansy turned and pointed.

"Don't be so dramatic Pansy." Blaise rolled his eyes at her overreaction. "And who is he?" He said addressing the male in question.

"Hi, I'm Derek Taylor." Taylor looked Blaise over with appreciation. "Harry Potter's auror partner." He offered his hand with a slight leer on his face.

"Ok, that's enough." Harry grabbed his partner by the back of his robes and started to drag him away. "I don't know what is with you and being attracted to Slytherins." He mumbled under his breath.

"Come on. You can't keep them all to yourself." Taylor complained.

"I don't want those two," Harry sighed. "But I don't think that Draco is going to appreciate you hitting on his friends."

"Wow, Draco really has you wrapped around his finger." Taylor joked.

Harry put his fingers to his temple. He couldn't handle his partner's bad humor on top of everything. "Don't make me kick you out of this investigation." He snapped.

"Ok, ok. What can I do to help?" Taylor asked seriously. Before Harry could respond they were interrupted.

"I have the warrant. Let's move out." Kingsley held the sheet of paper above his head as he entered.

Harry looked at Kingsley with relief before looking back. "Get ready to move out."

o0o

Harry banged on the door of The Sphinxes' Puzzle. Most of Knockturn Alley was closed this time in the morning.

The viewfinder slid open and a pair of eyes peeked out. "Yes, what can I do for you?" A male voice inquired.

"We have the warrant to search the premises." Harry held up the sheet of paper for the man to see.

The eyes narrowed and then disappeared as the eye hole closed again.

.

Badrik frowned at the knocking on the front of his currently closed establishment. "What could that be about?" Badrik asked himself.

"Nothing good for you," Draco said gleefully. The man had just come in to serve him breakfast.

"Stay here and be quiet." Badrik tied a silk scarf around his captive's mouth. With a frown, Badrik exited the hidden room and went out to his office. There was then a knock on the door. "Enter."

"Boss, the aurors are here." Cliff the doorman informed him nervously.

.

It seemed like they were going to be ignored but then the door swung open. "Come in." The man held it open for them to enter.

Harry entered with his team of aurors. "Search all the rooms," Harry instructed the auror team. They all started to fan out except for Ron. Turning his attention back to the doorman "I want you to take me to the back rooms," Harry commanded the man. "I know you know what I'm talking about."

Deflating, the man reluctantly led him to the back of the brothel. The doorman knocked on a large metal door. "Boss, Harry Potter is here to see you."

There was the sound of shuffling papers as if the man wanted to hide something. "Send him in."

As soon as the door was opened, Harry wasted no time in stalking into the office. He was eager to find Draco. Ron entered at a calmer pace.

"Harry Potter, I never thought I would see the day that you would grace my establishment with your presence. What can I do for you?" Badrik greeted courteously.

Harry narrowed his eyes when he was introduced to the owner. So this man was the Badrik he had heard about. "We have a search warrant to search the premises." Harry stalked over and placed the scroll on the edge of the man's desk.

Badrik frowned at the parchment like it had offended him. "On what grounds?"

"Kidnapping. It's believed that Draco Malfoy is being kept on these grounds against his will." Harry wasted no more time by heading over to the bookcase. He started to pull books off the shelf.

"What do you think you're doing?" Badrik asked annoyed at the mess he was making of his organized office.

"You don't think that we didn't look at your recent spending records because we did." Harry swung around to look at Badrik with narrowed eyes. He didn't want to reveal Pansy's involvement. "About a year ago you had your office renovated. We found the contractor and questioned him under veriserum. He said you had him install a hidden room."

Badrik started to pull out his wand knowing he no longer had a leg to stand on. Ron tackled him to the ground and pulled his hands behind his back and cast a binding spell. It was as good as any handcuffs. "You're under arrest for breaking and entering, human trafficking, and kidnapping." Harry read the man his rights.

Harry smiled turning back to the shelf. The contractor said you just needed to tug out a certain book and it should open. His hand finally rested on a muggle title of Pride and Prejudice. Harry stepped back when he heard a clicking noise like the hidden passageways at Hogwarts.

The shelf slid open revealing a small hallway that had two doors on it. Marching in, he opened the closest one and found only material objects. Everything would have to be cataloged he thought. It was probably all illegal if Badrik had them hidden away.

The second door was locked when he tried it. Harry could only hope he had been right. Getting out his wand he cast a blasting curse on the handle too impatient to pick the lock. Pushing the door open he saw Malfoy tied to a bed.

A feeling of intense relief overtook Harry at the sight. Malfoy had been gagged with a scarf. He could hear mumbling through the silk. He was sure Malfoy was swearing up a storm.

Draco tried to talk around the gag. He had never been so glad to see Potter in his life.

Rushing over, Harry slid the silk out of Malfoy's mouth. Immediately Malfoy started to complain.

"What took you so long?" Draco berated him.

"I was so worried about you," Harry said. Stroking his hand through the soft blonde hair.

"I didn't think anyone would find me." Draco sighed in relief.

"With me on the case, how could you doubt it?" Harry leaned in for a kiss but Malfoy started to talk.

"Last time I saw you were running away from me." Draco snapped with accusation in his tone.

"I'm sorry if I made you doubt yourself." Grabbing Malfoy's hair in his fist. Harry pulled him into a deep kiss.

Draco tugged on the ropes wanting to touch Potter. He growled in frustration biting at Potter's lip. "Untie me now," Draco demanded.

Harry cast finite incartum and Malfoy's legs and arms were released from his bonds. With a sharp tug, he found himself laying on the bed with Malfoy suddenly on top of him. The blond connected their mouths again.

"Did you…wow, control yourselves!" Ron berated them covered his eyes before he was scared for life.

Harry froze. "Sorry Ron." Climbing off the bed he helped Malfoy to his feet. Besides the bruises on his wrists, he looked fine.

Harry sent his Patronus back to the joke shop to inform everyone that Draco was safe and sound now.

o0o

After filling out a statement and being checked out by a healer, Draco was given the ok to go home. It was the next morning by the time they were leaving the ministry.

After riding the lift up to the atrium, Ron met them in the lobby. "It appears you have made the front page again." He held up a rolled up Prophet.

"Let me see that," Harry snatched the paper out of his friend's hands and unrolled it to see the damage. He frowned at that morning's Prophet's content. There was a large picture of what was supposed to be a private moment as they were leaving St. Mungo's. It showed Harry pulling Draco into an intimate kiss. The article had all the juicy details of what had happened with a lot of embellishment. "I don't know where they get their information."

Draco looked over his shoulder to scan the article. Pursing his lips at being called both 'death eater scum' and 'damsel in distress' in the same paragraph. He smirked at the picture because of the dopey look Potter had on his face after being released from his kiss. "At least the picture is flattering."

Looking around Harry noticed quite a few stares and whispers in his direction. More than usual at least. "People are going to be talking about this for months." He bemoaned.

"They'll be doing that no matter who you started to date," Ron pointed out since the press had always liked to speculate about his personal life. "It just happened that you chose to get involved with Malfoy, so they'll be talking about this for years."

"Well I guess we're out now, there is no going back." Draco sighed as he tried to not shrink under the heated glares.

Harry could tell that Malfoy was uncomfortable. He didn't like to see Draco's feelings hurt. So that Draco didn't think he had any misgivings about their relationship, Harry pulled him into a kiss right there in the middle of the atrium.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Draco tried to figure out his motives.

"I have no regrets," Harry said with a smile on his face.

.0.

George was examining his front display window with a sigh. He would have to close down the shop for a short time until he got it fixed. Because it was magical glass it would take more than a Repairo to fix it. Waiting nervously to hear about what had happened when he could see Harry with Draco through the broken window. Immediately George ran out the front door and threw his arms around his potion master. "I'm so glad you're alright."

Draco just patted his boss's back.

When Draco saw the familiar form in the doorway over George's shoulder he broke out in a bright smile. "Mother, I didn't realize they had contacted you." Draco released his boss to run over and squeeze his mother in a tight hug. They hadn't seen each other since they separated at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Oh, my dragon. I'm so relieved." Narcissa hugged her son tightly.

"Maybe we should go inside," Harry suggested since they had started to attract the stares of Diagon Alley shoppers.

Releasing his mother, Draco looked around self-consciously. "I think that Potter is right."

They all headed inside the joke shop since they didn't need to end up on the front page of the Prophet twice in one day. Once everyone was in the shop, George locked the door and pulled the window coverings down.

Draco was just looking around fondly at the joke shop when one of the displays caught his eye. He stalked over and started to place most of the Wonder Witch line into a nearby empty box.

"What are you doing?" George asked curiously.

"This stuff is way too easy to tamper with." Draco looked darkly at the bottle of Twilight Moonbeams in his hand. "I will not brew another love potion for this shop." He tried to show how seriously he was about this matter by the tone pf his voice.

"Understood." George nodded even though he wasn't sure what brought this on. He was sure that there was a story behind this that he would hear later.

"I'll help you." Harry started to pack the products away too.

o0o

Since the ministry court system was still streamlined from the death eater trials, Badrik's trial had been organized for the same week he was arrested. There had been enough evidence against the man gathered from multiple parties that a sentence was swiftly given by the judge. Draco's testimony was the final nail in the coffin.

...

There was a sense of relief once they got back from the trial. It felt like they could finally move in with their lives.

Harry shred his dress robes as soon as they got back from the trial. It had been a long week waiting for the trail. The joke shop had been closed as George repaired the damage, Harry was given the week off of Auror training, and Mrs. Malfoy had taken an extended holiday from her job as a shop clerk. Now that it was over it was time for them all to get back to their regular lives.

Mrs. Malfoy had stayed until the trial had ended but had to head back to France once it ended.

"I wish you could stay longer." Draco hugged his mother goodbye.

"I have to get back to my job." Mrs. Malfoy sighed as she patted her sons head because she didn't want to leave him either. "You should come and visit me soon. I don't want such a long stretch of contact between us again."

"I would like that." Draco smiled at his mother who smiled briefly back. Then she picked up the portkey and activated it. She was gone the next second.

Harry walked over and rested his hand on Malfoy's shoulder in support. All week he had been wanting to get something off his chest but didn't feel like he could do it with Malfoy's Mother around. Now she was gone he didn't feel like he could wait another minute. "Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone." Harry gestured to the back of the shop. Malfoy nodded and followed him to the store door closed behind them and there was a long moment of silence.

"Are you going to actually say anything because…" Draco started to say.

"Yes, just give me a second…" Harry sighed as he gathered what he wanted to declare. "You're the antagonist to my story." Harry looked at Malfoy intensely.

"I thought that was Voldemort," Draco replied confusedly.

"Stop saying Voldemort, my life didn't completely revolve around him." Harry reprimanded, then gathered himself again. "Ever since I was eleven you've been there. I always wanted to make myself better than you."

"I feel like we have already had this conversation." Draco contemplated the feeling of déjà vu.

"Yeah, but we were totally smashed. That doesn't make it any less true." Harry tried to get his point across.

"I'm not sure what you are trying to say." Draco looked confused.

Growling in frustration. "I love you," Harry said with anger in his voice.

"What?" Draco gasped, surprised at the sudden confession.

"I love you, you daft git." Harry snapped. "I don't want to, no I can't, live the rest of my life without you there with me. Happy?" Not even a moment after he finished speaking, Malfoy tackled him to the floor. Attacking him with his lips.

"I love you too you speckled git," Draco whispered in his ear before taking it between his teeth.

...

George was going over some of the recent security footage when he came across them. "Fuck again. Why can't they just find a room?" George swore to himself as he watched his employee and friend have sex in the middle of his shop. Again.

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With the pop of the portkey, Badrik arrived on the island of Azkaban. It didn't take long for him to be registered and assigned a bunk. He was outfitted in the black and white striped jumpsuit. After being lead through many halls, he arrived at his assigned cell. Badrik sighed in relief when he didn't recognize any of the other occupant's names.

After the fall of Voldemort, they had completely revamped how they ran Azkaban. They had tried to refashion it after muggle prisons. Instead of being locked in your cell all day, they were given yard time to get some exercise.

Unluckily for Badrik.

The day after he had been fully processed, Badrik was out in the yard when he literally ran into the last person he wanted to. After catching his bearing he realized who he had just walked into.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy. Funny running into you here." Badrik said nervously.

"Is it?" Lucius asked sarcastically. "Because I'm not actually at all surprised to see you." He unrolled the letter he had received a few days ago from his wife.

All throughout Draco's whole disappearance, Narcissa had been writing to him any updates. Even though Lucius wasn't able to see his family members he very much still cared about what happened to them.

Lucius had been cursing himself for getting incarcerated since he was unable to do anything to help his son while locked away in Azkaban. Now that Draco's kidnapper was in front of him he was unable to let the man get away.

He signaled for his followers to take care of the vermin.

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The End

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