Potter entered the room with Lucius Malfoy in tow, and time stood still. He thought he had seen his father at his worst the day of the battle, but the man in front of him was almost unrecognizable. His hair was cut short, to the scalp, and his blue eyes were dull and lifeless. He lifted them to meet Draco’s and immediately took a step forward. To hit him? To embrace him? Draco didn’t know, but Harry had placed a hand on his shoulder before he could take a second step and guided him towards the other chair. Magical handcuffs bound his hands to the cold metal of the table, and Draco shuddered, thanking Merlin once again that he had Hermione and Sirius fighting for him all those months ago. He expected Harry to leave the room, but he just silently moved to the corner, keeping nearby.