"I did." Harry withdrew a small vial from his jacket pocket. The vial contained a few milliliters worth of a thin, shimmery liquid; silver with a few dots of crimson blood inside. The liquid seemed alive, hammering and thrashing like a hurricane against the glass. All four of the people in the room couldn't take their eyes off it. "This," Harry indicated, eyes fixated on the vial. "Is Draco's magic. I discovered the Ministry appealed to the Wizengamot, whose members declined to restore Draco to his proper, magical state because they don't believe anyone with a Dark Mark can ever be rehabilitated. I met with Kingsley, reminded him of my many contributions to his campaign as well as current public opinion, and he held a closed session with the Wizengamot to overturn the ruling. I'm sorry it took so long."Hermione held out her hand, and Harry placed the vial in her palm, her fingers curling around it like it was the most precious thing in the world."Please don't be sorry, Harry. This is... You're...Thank you," she said, in awe. "How do we get it back into him?" "That part's simple. He just has to drink it."Magic is deceptively simple sometimes," Neville added."Sometimes," Pansy agreed. "But it can be complex, too. When Draco and his magic reunite, it'll be different than before. I've seen it a few times. That's why he can't use an old wand, or a family wand."We thought it might be overwhelming for him to get the news and choose a new wand in front of everyone," Harry said. "So Pansy agreed to let you, Draco and Bea have the shop to yourselves for an hour and find the perfect one."It's on the house," Pansy said. "Just don't make a mess. And let me give you a quick rundown on the wand selection process and lore. You're such a swot I'm sure you'll pick it up in no time."Twenty minutes later, Neville and Pansy said their goodbyes. They promised they'd be at Ron and Padma's wedding. Hermione held Harry back for a moment and hugged him tighter than she had in years."I'll never be able to repay you for this."I was privileged to do it," Harry said. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You've helped me more times than I can count. And it felt good to right a wrong, especially for someone that makes you so happy."Love you, Harry."You too. See you at the wedding."Harry disappeared into the Floo, and Hermione waited a few seconds before calling out "The Granger-Malfoy residence!"She landed in the living room, where Draco and Bea were playing a lively game of peek-a-boo."Hey Mama," Draco said. "Everything good with Harry?"Great, actually," Hermione said, trying to temper her emotions. "Will you and Bea come with me? I have something for you."Minutes later, they stood in Pansy's shop. Hermione wore Bea in her carrier, and bounced her gently as Draco craned his neck to look around."What is this place?"We're in Diagon Alley. It's Ollivander's old place. Pansy runs it now, and Neville Longbottom is storing some plants here temporarily. It's hard to explain," Hermione waved a hand and took a deep breath. "The important part is that a few weeks ago, I asked Harry to look into what happened to your magic. And today, he told me he got it back. I have it right here."She produced the vial and handed it to him. He rolled the glass in his hand, watching it sparkle in the light."Hermione," he said, breath catching. "Is this real?"It's real. Drink it."Draco slowly walked to one of the workbenches and sat down next to a rare orchid in a glazed pot. He looked at the vial once more before uncorking it, lifting it to his mouth, and downing it in one go.For the barest whisper of a second, he was enveloped in a moonstone glow. His hair stood on end, and all sound ceased. Even the air around him glimmered, and then in the blink of an eye returned to its normal state.