The prisoners he had bound and gagged, and walked to be executed, or tortured. The mudbl– the Muggle-born woman he had used sectumsempra on. The torture he had carried out himself, on Voldemort’s orders. He remembered the anguish in the screams and sobs that came from the great hall, whenever the Dark Lord held a revel. The day Draco had walked into his father’s study, and found him rutting atop a crying Muggle girl. The time when it had all started to go bad, and he had found himself briefly on the prisoner’s side of things, at the mercies of Voldemort and his followers. Nausea roiled up in him and he repressed memories that threatened to rise up, refusing to think of them.