Draco’s answer pulled at Harry’s smile, making it go lopsided even while Harry’s gaze was preoccupied navigating the unfamiliar floor. There was something about speaking on the past four months as if they hadn’t been each others all and everything; the fact that Harry had even existed as someone’s supervisor felt more humorous than real.<br/>“Well, maybe they should be the one to complain.”<br/>Harry had considered it, back when it was freshly on his mind, but his voice contained no real intention when he spoke on it. Clarke’s behaviour had been abhorrent and borderline illegal, but it hadn’t been his alone. The prolongation of Draco’s parole had been decided at a different level than Clarke’s, and it was impossible to find the true span of the culpable parties after this many years.<br/>And still, Harry glanced at Draco, an almost juvenile reassurance. “Think about it, yeah?”<br/>But that was it. Despite the promise it carried - the one of removing Draco’s name off the complaint - Harry turned his eyes forward and it all seemingly escaped his attention.<br/>Appearing to their right was a glass panel wall warped with glamours, blurring the silhouettes of the persons within.<br/>“Here,” Harry directed. He stepped forward to push the door open with a shoulder, already picking at his coat in preparation to identify himself by his wand.