Draco was just Death Eater scum to them; why would they care? Except that wasn’t who he was – he had never been just that. There had been...extenuating circumstances, that had given him no choice but to do as his father wanted. All Draco’s life, all he had ever done was what his father wanted of him. Nobody crossed Lucius Malfoy – not even his own son. Draco hadn’t thought his father would treat Draco’s disobedience with violence, but a small voice inside him had always told him not to test that theory.