"Right, well, at Malfoy Manor... you both know what happened there. I could have sworn he was trying to help us. While I was being tortured I looked up and all I saw was agony. I was being tortured but you’d have thought it was him on that floor. It was only a flash, then it was gone, but I saw it. I know what was there. When we were escaping... he gave Harry the wands. Handed them over. He didn’t resist at all. I kept feeling those pangs... that clenching in my chest, even after we left. They didn’t stop until after the battle. Then, he was in Azkaban, and as strange as it sounds, I never felt so lonely. I felt like I was the one in Azkaban. I know this all sounds insane, but I’ve had plenty of time to think about it, especially over the summer between appointments with the Wizengamot and the Chief Warlock and public appearances with Harry and Ron. It’s... it’s actually why I fought so hard to get him out. I knew he didn’t deserve to be in there with the rest of them. We were all just children. So when they doubted him, doubted me and Harry, I doubled down my efforts. The only way I could ensure they felt comfortable letting Malfoy out was if I volunteered to watch him, in my charge."