"I-i wanted to thank you for what you said at Mothers trial, and-",he looked down and shifted around on his feet. He took a deep breath and seemed to collect himself as he squared his shoulders and set his jaw. The familiar Malfoy mask settled on his face and Harry relaxed a fraction. This, Harry could handle. It was familiar, while the Malfoy of a few moments ago was completely foreign."Thank you, Potter, for saving us from Azkaban. Mother, at least, doesn't deserve to go to that place.", He seemed satisfied with himself, and moved to leave."Neither do you,"Harry murmured quietly, but it seemed he was still heard as Malfoy froze with his hand on the door. Harry couldn't see his face, as his back was to him, but his shoulders had tensed. "You didn't have much choice, and what you did have was shite. You were just a kid, Malfoy. We all were. None of us should have been in the position we were, and besides, anyone paying enough attention could tell that you didn't put any real effort into it. Especially when it came to killing Dumbledore."