Lastly, he watched as Granger stood and made her way down to the front of the room. He mentally ticked through the events of the war and was certain that there was nothing left to discuss. She didn’t owe him anything, she shouldn’t even be here. For a moment he started to panic, had she seen his father earlier? He couldn’t stand the thought of that man being in the same room as his witch, maybe he’d have the opportunity to kill him when they were both in prison. What’s a few more years for getting rid of Lucius Malfoy?