            Hermione took an involuntary step back, knuckles tightening around her wand as she gazed up at the face of Lucius Malfoy. Gone was the gauntness and disheveled hair he’d worn at the Battle of Hogwarts, replaced by a shining mane and filled-out features. If Hermione hadn’t seen him herself that day, she would have assumed the man’s life had never even spiraled down the drain. She knew the truth, though. After a three-month stint in Azkaban (which he had obviously bought, despite Kingsley’s best effort to fully sentence the Death Eater), Mr. Malfoy had returned to his manor for a two-year parole and house arrest period. Narcissa and Draco had already left by the time he got home, according to the Prophet. Off to America, off in hiding from their mistakes.