"But it’s justice," Draco said. "I can’t deny that. And as much as I hope they will, I don’t think I’ll be let off with just paying what’s left of the entire Malfoy fortune in reparations, or even that and probation. I think I’ll be enjoying the hospitality of Azkaban." He gritted his teeth. People went mad in there, like his lovely Aunt Bella, who had always been odd and sadistic, but never that...insane. People died in there, just...died, for no real reason but the despairing horror of their existence. They stopped eating. Stopped drinking. The ones that survived...well, if they’d been in there too long, they just lost everything that made them people. It was hell. But Draco had to accept that it was very likely going to be his reality. He had to accept it, and do what he could to prepare for it. Fuck, how did you prepare for that?