His Mum and Dad were fighting yet again, so little Draco did what he knew best; he left and promptly disappeared. His little five year old hands stuffed his pillows under the blankets, to give the allusion of a sleeping boy. Yet at the back of his mind, he knew that the only reason it was so easy for him to blend into the background of the ongoings of the Malfoy household was because nobody cared. The most important things were to keep up appearances and allegiances with wizarding society's most elite. It was toward this that every other mind in the manor worked. In their different approaches to status, his mum and dad had grown distant. Mum always wanted lavish parties and a well lit manor to entertain her guests in, whereas Dad could only wish for a dark manor that inspired fear and obedience. Draco had their fights memorized, every word, every argument, every compromise plan written in his memory. He knew that this particular fight would take about 3 hours before each would stomp back to their room, hell bent on doing whatever they wanted anyways.

So Draco left. He trudged down the hills behind the manor. His little feet led him down the path to the forest that marked the edge of the property. On the way there, he stopped to crawl through the underbrush and find the hidden broom he had left for times like these.

His father had taught him long ago, one of the only bonding activities that had ever transpired between Lucius and Draco.

Shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of all distracting thoughts, Draco slowly got up, all the while giving himself a pep talk mumbled quietly under his breath. Recognizing that his mother would be disappointed if he spoiled his new robes, he discarded them on the path and dove back into the bushes and came out with an old robe that his father had thrown out because Draco wasn't to ever get overly attacked to anything. One of the house elves in charge of raising Draco had saved the robe for him, and it was now employed as his run away cloak. Its pockets were stuffed with candy and a blanket, for those extra long fights.

Blanket slung around his shoulders, he set of by broom towards the property line hidden behind a forest most kids would shudder to be anywhere near.

The property line was a family secret. Most people truly believed that the Malfoy property stretched on forever, and those that knew the truth would never repeat it aloud anyways.