"Draco, Draco, Draco," he tutted, looking for all the world like the man he’d known growing up–a man he’d admired nearly as much as his father. Only now, there was a mad gleam in his eyes, so similar to the one he’d seen cross his father’s features. "Did you really think it would be that easy to get away with her? I must say, I am surprised you found her at all. Azkaban must be warping your father’s mind, he believed this to be the best place for her. But besides that, for you to think that you could just walk in and take her is a disappointment."