"Because as much as I hated the three of you...you were at school with me. Even Potter and Weasley didn’t deserve to be locked up, or tortured, or killed. And then when I watched while Aunt Bella tortured you, I realised I just couldn’t do it anymore. It was a tipping point. That’s why I let you go." Draco swallowed, thinking of all that had come after, resulting eventually in the loss of his hand, and his escape with his mother and arrival at this place. Hermione got up, shoving her chair back and setting the bottle of vodka down on the table.