Harry felt winded, as though he had just walked into something heavy. He had last seen those cool gray eyes through slits in a Death Eaterโs hood, and last heard that manโs voice jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord Voldemort tortured him. He could not believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in the face; he could not believe that he was here, in the Ministry of Magic, or that Cornelius Fudge was talking to him, when Harry had told Fudge mere weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater.
J. K. RowlingNever be ashamed! There's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth bothering with.
J. K. Rowling