Draco released an anguished cry. This time it wasn’t for himself, it was for Granger. Lucius’ words ran through his mind over and over as he sat. They continued to run through his mind as an Azkaban guard tore him from his father’s side and out into the cold hall. He heard the same words over and over as the mind healer he hadn’t seen since his summer stint in Azkaban tried to talk him down from what was apparently a panic attack. She had placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and sat him on the cold stone floor. They breathed together. Draco used grounding techniques to help center himself. She assured him that she would be in contact with the Chief Warlock to arrange further sessions. 