It wasn’t like Harry hadn’t expected that answer, but it still knocked the air out of his lungs.<br/>“Disgraceful,” he muttered, turning away from Draco to pointlessly retrieve the file Harry had brought with him back to the study. Despite the whirlwind of emotions brewing in the pit of Harry’s stomach, his voice was plain, every emotion mulled together, leaving only a bad taste in his mouth.<br/>It wasn’t uncommon for Aurors in the force to, still to this day, act as if they were put onto this Earth to fight a war that had ended a decade ago. Among Aurors, the primary concern was excessive use of force. Harry was absolutely nauseated having seen that same attitude in a caseworker, having bore witness to something far more systematic than a personal belief.<br/>“I have never seen anything like it; I have no idea how they’ve been able to justify it. It cannot have been approved by the Wizengamot.”<br/>Harry took the folder, picking at the lip of it without opening it. Considering the value of its content, nothing in it had been respected as final. He took a step to the side, turning to better face Draco, though his eyes remained on the material in his hands, a deep furrow between his brows.  Harry’s mind was reeling, struggling to even begin putting into words how awful this was.<br/>He tossed the folder onto his desk, the sound of the paper slapping against the wood uncomfortably loud for the quiet of the room. “It’s a complete violation of your rights.”