Draco had tossed and turned all night thinking about the latest Death Eater meeting. When he had first heard Voldemort wanted to give him an important mission, Draco was exited; he would finally have a chance to redeem the Malfoy name. He had no idea that the mission would involve murdering one of the most influential men in magical history.
True, Draco had never said a single good word about Dumbledore, but that didn't mean he had anything against the man. His snide comments at school about the bizarre headmaster were all bravado, a way to make people think he was a "true Malfoy." In all honesty Draco respected the man who had encouraged him through his school career, the man who looked passed names and houses.
As the sun started to show hints of rising, a sweat-soaked Draco began to pack. He was finally ready to admit that he wasn't a "true Malfoy." His mother and father would not allow him to turn down the Dark Lord's request, but he knew there was no way he could go through with it. If he left now he knew the Malfoy name would be disgraced much less than of he refused to do the task in front on the Dark Lord. Once he had packed his belongings into his school trunk, he sat down at his desk and began to write.
Dear Mother
I am sorry I could not say goodbye in person, but I know father would not allow me to leave if I waited until morning. I refuse to go through with the Dark Lord's wishes, and though you may understand, father once again would protest with my choice. I cannot tell you where I am going, as I do not know myself. I know only that wherever I go, my thoughts will always be with you.
Don't worry about me, though I know you will. When I can, I will write to you, and once the war is over I will return to you, if father will be willing to accept me back into the family.
Take care,
All my love
Draco
When he finished the letter he placed it on his bed before leaving his room and the Malfoy household all together. In his whole life Draco never had a care in the world. Now he was on his own, he had no idea what he was going to do. He knew what his best option would be, but Draco had no idea how he would go about convincing the man he was being sincere.
With a sigh he left the gates of the manor, and pulled out his wand at the side of the road. A purple blur came into focus before stopping quickly and revealing itself to be the Knight Bus. Draco had never rode the bus before as his father thought of it as common. His mother had told him the technique to summon it however, just in case Draco ever needed it.
"Where yer going?" Asked a thin man that Draco mildly recognised.
"Do you know where I could find Harry Potter?" Asked a sullen Draco.