"Do you forget so quickly? Those children, Hermione. And everyone else I hurt myself, or handed over for torture and death – do you think I can just be forgiven of those crimes?" As much as Draco didn’t want to go to Azkaban – Merlin, the very thought made him want to grovel and beg for mercy – Draco couldn’t deny that it was only fair for him to stand trial. To be held accountable for what he’d done. To be punished. Just... A frightened part of him asked in terrified whimpers if he couldn’t perhaps make up for what he’d done? If perhaps they saw how desperately sorry he was, might they show leniency? Draco didn’t want to go to Azkaban. He didn’t want to. A shudder crawled up his spine. He almost thought he’d rather die than wither in that dark, dank prison.