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     âWelcome to the real world, Potter.â
   It had been a throwaway comment, really.    One that he probably shouldnât have   remembered. But as Harry left the courtroom,   a glimpse of blonde hair brought it back again.       The context surrounding what Malfoy had   once tried to say to him was of no consequence   any more, but the statement itself couldnât    have been more relevant.Â
   Real world? What real world? Harry had long   since accepted that fighting for his survival   was his life, and it made no difference whether   he was âsafelyâ inside the castle or not. That   âreal worldâ was, for him, reality.
   It felt, now, like ten years had passed since   that particular exchange of words â in   reality, it couldnât have been more than two.   But the irony in standing in front of her in   that courtroom was that she must, surely,   be coming to the same conclusion.Â
   Thereâs no such thing as the real world.Â
   No, indeed. Even though Voldemort was    gone, consequences remained. There was   no differentiating between school and    not-school. All of Malfoyâs actions, both   inside the castle and out, were being    scrutinised in this court case, along with   those of his parents. Harry was providing   evidence to support the Malfoys, but in    the end, their fate would be down to the   Wizengamot.
   There was certainly no illusion of grandeur   or wealth to shelter Malfoy now, nor his   parents, but oddly enough, as he nodded   his farewell, Harry found that his animosity   towards the three had diminished.
   In the end, theyâd been on the same side.   Against Voldemort.
