"Oh, I'm sure the old bastard knew, and he probably did help you – if you could call it that." Draco thought about how Dumbledore had known all fucking year that Draco had become a Death Eater, that he was trying to kill the Headmaster – and not once had he approached Draco. Not once had he offered to protect him, to get him away from the Death Eaters, to find a solution. All right, Draco knew that back then he might not have listened, but Dumbledore should have made him listen. He was still underage at that point, still too young to know what the fuck to do – and Dumbledore had just let him go on thinking that no one cared, that no one knew except for those on the Dark Lord's side.