I own nothing, I merely invited JK Rowliing's lovely characters into my head to play sometimes.
The tall, angular blond stood waiting in a long line with hundreds of other people, he'd never felt more common in his life. But it was the first step, the first step to a fresh start and a new life, so he stood by and let the customs official's rifle through his belongings.
After the regrettable incident with Dumbledore he'd found himself on the run. He'd promised his mother that he would stay alive and stay safe. He'd stayed hidden when his father was killed and his mother was tortured because they had wanted him safe and now it was the only thing he could give them. So he ran. For all his ego and self confidence, he soon realized the world was a lot harder place without the 'Malfoy Millions' and he went to bed hungry more then once. He had resorted to working odd jobs; the sun giving him freckled skin and callused hands. He had run for years, he heard about his mother's death and the deaths of classmates on both sides of the growing conflict.
All it had taken was a brush with one former classmate who recognized him and the chase for the Malfoy heir was on. He was running for his life. It had been his cousin, Tonks, the werewolf professor and Arthur Weasley of all people who had given his this chance. Apparently there was a new Underground Railroad, helping those Voldemort was hunting find new lives in a new country and they had decided to help him.
A day and a half after leaving a cold and wet England and at least four plane rides later, he stepped off the plane- of all the crazy inventions, but muggle travel was safer and not nearly as well monitored- in Eastern Washington. Spokane, according to his plane ticket. He had no idea who would be picking him up, but it would be ok- it had to be.
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Ginny Weasley knew this one was going to be difficult. She's helped her dad hide quite a few 'refugees' over the years. She was running late, for some reason it always turned to chaos right before her shift was ready to end. She was the new kid and therefore worked the night shift and she worked weekends. She, with the Albus Dumbledore Scholarship, the desire of friends and loved ones to keep her away from Tom, and a time turned of questionable origin, had graduated from medical school just last summer. Doctor Weasley that had to be a first.
I hadn't taken long for her family to realize that Voldemort was looking for her, Tom wanted her back. She had never been one to back down from a fight, but to endanger everyone she cared about seemed so selfish. Using Hermione as a secret keeper, she'd crossed the pond and started school. She'd always had an aptitude for the sciences and even potions despite Snape so medicine was an easy choice and she did love her job.
Off to the airport, maybe a quick stop by Dutch Bros., yes, a coffee would be a good thing. Thankfully the airport was right off the freeway; she wasn't up to a huge drive this morning. Remus had mentioned she would "know him when she saw him", Tonks had just laughed and told her that he would be wearing a Hawaiian print shirt.
Damn, the sun was bright this morning.
Coffee in hand, she was ready to brave the airport. It had been a spectacular summer and while fall was beginning to make it's presence known, it was still warm and sunny. Summer always made her miss home; it was so different from England.
Well, Shoot. So her guest was probably already picking up his luggage. Thankfully there was a parking spot close by. Pulling in quickly, she headed into the small airport at a run, heading towards the baggage claim and an ungodly bright shirt at high speed.
"Well…. Malfoy… Welcome to America" Then she did the unthinkable, she smiled.
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He turned to look at the woman walking towards him, striding really. She walked like she knew where she was going and what she was doing. A quiet confidence really. Pale green scrubs and a set of sunglasses stuck on top of red hair. Weasley had sent him to stay had sent him to stay with his little girl. Now he knew he was getting a second chance.
"Weasley" and then he held out his hand.