"Yeah. She probably was. For being murdered. Not much to be ashamed of when your mum and dad died being brave. Not quite the same as them packing someone off to prison," Harry shot back, teeth gritting for a second.
Harry's eyes drifted toward, to Draco's sleeved arms. Malfoy ALWAYS had sleeves on. He wanted to see his bloody arm. He knew what was there. It had to be there. He just wanted proof.