"Mister Potter?" Rita asked, her quill rustling over the parchment by itself as she spoke.
"Yes?" Harry replied, pretending to have patience as he took Draco's hand in his.
"I heard from a very reliable source that you invoked the old-laws in order to kill Bellatrix Lestrange. Is this true?"
"Yes, it is."
"And you don't feel that doing so was a bit, well, harsh? She could have gone to Azkaban, after all."
"She tried to take my Mate from me," Harry answered simply, firmly.
"I was well within my rights as a citizen of the magical world to deal with her as I saw fit to do. Anymore questions?"
"Just one. When do you intend to bond yourself in married with mister Malfoy?"
"As soon as this interview is finished, actually…"