The next two hours blazed by, his barrister, who Draco begrudgingly admitted was rather intelligent, explained to the court how the charges being brought against him were committed while he was underage, with Voldemort holding his mother hostage within his ancestral home. He spun a tale about a boy with no choices and Draco felt sick. Those things while technically true, didn’t mean he didn’t have a choice. He could have refused; it would have been the Gryffindor thing to do. No doubt, the lions here to represent him would have refused before attempting murder. He had a choice, and he made all the wrong ones.