Hey Guys! Hope you like it…I think some of the tenses are messed up, so I apologize if they are…but enjoy anyways! Oh, and by the way, I'm pretty proud of myself for actually writing something that isn't romance, so this is about the only one of my stories that won't be. =)
Disclaimer: I really wish I owned Harry Potter… but I don't.
Draco Malfoy walks along the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. The moon is bright, leading him in the dark hour. The seventeen-year-old searches frantically when he reaches the place they had agreed on. He stops walking, hiding between two of the shops. If they find him, he would be captured, as would his friend.
Draco waits, and, deciding that his friend had decided not to risk showing up, he leaves the alleyway. He hears heavy footsteps in the distance, and stops suddenly, petrified. He pulls out his wand, relieved that he had at least enough time to grab it. The person standing opposite Draco also had their wand out. The person is cloaked, so there is no way to decipher if the person was a friend or a foe. He reaches up, and uncloaks himself after a minute, revealing the presence of Blaise Zabini.
The boys face each other, and slowly lower their wands. Blaise speaks first:
"You thought they had captured me, didn't you?" he asks, tensely. They begin walking back towards the alleyway, so as not to be seen. The more hidden they are, the better.
Draco smirks. "You think highly of yourself. But, yes, I guess I was a little worried." He looks over his shoulder, to be sure that they aren't being followed or overheard. "Did you hear about the raid? They suspect my father again. I'm afraid I'll be the next suspect." He stops walking, and kicks a rock, angrily. "They all think I'm my father's son, but I'm not. He chose this life for me. I never wanted it."
Blaise shakes his head, wondering how their lives had turned out like this. "I hate being afraid to step outside, to leave my own house."
They walk in silence for a while, and it is broken by a sudden scream behind them. They grab their wands, and run towards the screaming. They reach the brick crossing to the Muggle World, and realize there is nothing they can do. Magic would be exposed if they tried to help. They stand, listening for the screaming to stop. When it does, they turn back, and begin walk back to the alleyway.
"What if he doesn't win? What if this is all for nothing?" Draco asks suddenly. "What if all we're doing is leading to no success? If he loses, we'll still be known as Death Eaters. The Aurors will still try to capture us. Remember what happened to Barty Crouch's son? He was sent to Azkaban for being in league with the Dark Lord. What if that's us in a few years? What if this is the only future we have? Running away, trying to escape even the fear of being found?"
"If this is the only future we have, we should make the best of it." Blaise replies coldly.
Draco stops in his tracks at the tone of his best mate's voice. "You want this, don't you? I thought you said you were afraid even just to step foot outside. Have you changed your mind since?"
Blaise stares at Draco, unsure of how to respond. The only reason he suddenly wants this is because of the fear of being killed.
"Draco, I-"
But Draco had left, leaving his friend to be swallowed by the darkness.