"How far would you be willing to go to prove your words, Draco Malfoy?" He stepped forward, his voice low and pointed. "Would you drink of truth potion? Let your thoughts be drained to a pensive? Is your future worth more than that of your parents?"

Nearby, Remus' gaze had gone to Kingsley, clearly trying to understand where the man was going with this. This wasnt' what he had been expecting at all from the other man. This was... harsher. Perhaps he had been naive in how Draco would be handled...