Draco couldn’t stop thinking about what Nymphadora had said about standing trial. Draco couldn’t fool himself any longer; he had to face reality. There was only one Horcrux to go, save Nagini, the damned snake, and a conclusion to the war was drawing near. And with the end of the war would come his trial, and most likely a sentence to Azkaban, Draco thought drearily as he slouched heavily through the foyer, bone weary.