"We’ll find her, Draco," he said as Draco dropped onto the opposite end of the sofa. The words lost more of their meaning every time they were voiced, leaving Draco feeling empty. "I assume you suspect your father?" Draco nodded, rubbing his hand across his face and watching Crookshanks pace. "I’ll need to inform Harry. They’ll have to go out to Azkaban first, but I’m sure if you wish to use some of your leave time to visit your parent, no one can stop you." Draco turned to see Theo smirking at the photograph and found himself mimicking the expression, knowing exactly which one he held. Theo turned the frame for Draco to see and he watched as the two of them smiled wide, actually happy for once, dressed in their best Auror robes. Draco glanced at someone behind the camera and threw his head back laughing.