A file appeared in Harry’s lap, and he flipped through it before looking up and addressing Draco. "Listen, you drink, I’ll talk," Harry began. "You’ve been in Azkaban for exactly twelve months. Your mother, Narcissa, served three months. She is currently in France but plans to return as soon as you are settled. The Manor, your home, was sold, mate. From what I understand, you have another couple of residences that were subject to DMLE confinement and extraction of dark artefacts. But from my notes... yeah, that’s all done and dusted. When you’re ready, you’ll be moved to a townhouse in Cornwall - your mother suggested this one would be best for you to rest in... but it's honestly up to you where you go."