Narcissa looked at the prone figure of her husband for a long moment. 'I do not ask for myself,' she said. 'I would be happy to see him in Azkaban for life. But we have a child. Draco. My son.' She looked up at Moody. 'I don't want him thinking about his father in Azkaban. Thinking of him suffering, going mad.' She turned to the rest of the wizards. 'I ask that you send him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies instead. To the section for the criminally insane.'
'I think we can agree on that,' said Mad-Eye quickly.
There was a long silence. Then the other wizards nodded agreement.
'Is it really horrible there?' asked George hopefully.
Mad-Eye grinned at him, but the other wizards were busy talking amongst themselves and ignored the Weasleys. One of the wizards magicked up a stretcher and levitated Lucius onto it. Several of the other wizards broke off from the group to escort Lucius away, presumably to a holding cell of some sort.
The rest of the wizards seemed interested only in talking to Narcissa, but she stepped away from them and walked over to Fred and George.
'I wanted to thank you,' she said. 'Dumbledore sent Mad-Eye to me and he told me what happened. I wanted to thank you for everything you did for Draco.'
George blushed. Narcissa might be a good deal older than he was, and Draco Malfoy's mother to boot, but she was still very beautiful. 'It was nothing,' he said.
'Would you do me a favor?' she went on, and held out an envelope to them. 'I wrote Draco a letter, since I can't be with him right now. Will you give it to him?'
'Sure. Of course,' said George, taking the letter.
'Thank you,' she said again, bent down, kissed each of them on the cheek, and walked back to the wizards, who escorted her out of the room. Fred and George, now both beet red under their red hair, headed back to the car.
When Harry, Dumbledore and Sirius walked into the room, Hermione and Draco were talking. She was leaning forward with her elbows on his pillow, and he had his head turned towards her. They were chatting animatedly, and only broke off when Dumbledore cleared his throat.
'Feeling better, Mr Malfoy?' he said, twinkling. He took a seat next to Draco, and Harry and Sirius sat down opposite him. Harry was holding Salazar Slytherin's sword across his lap. It looked incongruous in the hospital room.
'Harry,' said Dumbledore. 'And Draco.' Dumbledore looked from one to the other over the rim of his gold spectacles. 'Do either of you,' he said, 'know what a Magid is?'
Harry and Draco looked at him blankly.
Dumbledore turned to Hermione, who had the expression she usually got in class when she knew the answer to a question and nobody else did. 'Miss Granger?'
'Well, Professor Binns told me that a Magid is a rare kind of wizard, born with special talents,' said Hermione promptly. 'Salazar Slytherin was one. So was Rowena Ravenclaw. You are, Professor. And-' She hesitated. 'The Dark Lord is one.'
'A Magid is indeed a rare kind of wizard or witch,' Dumbledore agreed. 'Rare and very powerful. A Magid can perform magic without the use of a wand, can resist many curses and hexes, and can survive spells that would easily kill any other wizard.' He turned to Harry. 'Do you remember, Harry, when you asked me why Voldemort wanted to kill you when you were a baby?'
Harry nodded, looking unhappy. 'You said I couldn't know then, but you would tell me eventually.'
'I'm telling you now,' said Dumbledore. 'You are a Magid, Harry.'
Both Draco and Hermione whipped around to look at Harry, who was pale with surprise. Sirius didn't look surprised at all — it was obvious he had already known.
'I am?' Harry said, sounding shocked.
'Yes, you are,' said Dumbledore. 'You are a very powerful Magid indeed.'
'Oh, typical,' said Draco, sounding irritated. 'Now Potter's a Magid, on top of everything else?'
Dumbledore turned to Draco, who blanched for a moment, thinking the Headmaster was about to tell him off. Instead, Dumbledore said, 'You are a Magid as well, Mr Malfoy. And, if I am not mistaken, a far more powerful one than Harry.'
Draco turned even paler than Harry had. 'Are you sure?' he asked, sounding very dubious indeed.
'I wasn't,' said Dumbledore. 'I have always known it about you,' he said, turning back to Harry. 'We knew it when you were born. It was why Voldemort wanted to kill you, why your parents had to go into hiding with you. He did not want a Magid child born to two of his greatest enemies, two of my greatest supporters. He knew that when you become old enough, you would become a weapon with which we could strike at him.'
'What about me?' interrupted Draco. 'Why didn't he try to kill me?'
'Why should he?' said Dumbledore reasonably. 'You are the child of his closest supporter. Think what a weapon you could have been in his arsenal! You could have been the greatest Death Eater of them all.' Dumbledore shook his head.
'Your father kept it very quiet, Draco. Parents with Magid children are supposed to register them with the Ministry at birth; he never registered you. I doubt anyone knew about you besides Lucius and Voldemort himself. Various tools of divination that I myself employ indicated to me that there was another Magid at Hogwarts, but I never knew who it was.'
Draco was quiet, remembering something his father had said to him that morning; The Dark Lord had such high hopes for you, Draco.
'How do you know?' he asked Dumbledore. 'How do you know I am one?'
