Draco's voice was pure ice. "Every day. Every fucking day Percy Weasley visited me in Azkaban and convinced me to kill myself. That was all I heard...that my life didn’t fucking matter. My mother went to you for help and you turned her away. And you all but confirmed my life meant nothing when you took my magic away and forced Hermione to alter my memories. Thankfully, she didn’t. We figured out there was a plan to murder Purebloods to gain access to their vaults at Gringotts and you know it. Every week, the Prophet highlighted the Ministry’s blood money under the guise of charitable donations and generous War reparations. The Fawleys, the Flints, the Burkes, and so many others...they were all murdered by Percy through his control of Dawlish. I’m sure he’d continue. He’d go after Theo Nott. Why else is my father in the Ministry cells? He wants to kill me like he killed my mother...and that’s not happening. Because I’m going to fucking end his life tonight."