Author's note: This is a fanfic I felt inspired to write after seeing the sixth movie. I would bore you with a disclaimer but I see no point as this is on an official fan-fiction website which does all that for me thankfully. Anyway, I own Laira, she is my own creation. Enjoy x
Draco On the Run - Chapter One
Draco Malfoy leaned back against the cold, brick wall. His heart was beating fast. The adrenaline surged through him. His silver-blue eyes were searching in the dark streets, alert and almost fearful. They had found him.
The dementors slowly swooped in, sucking at Draco's very soul, breathing in his most precious memories, trying to steal them away. Draco tried to run, but he had already done so much running, that his knees gave way. He lay slumped against the wall, slowly loosing consciousness, as his soul was sucked away from him. He could only watch, as he saw a tiny blue light leave him, then his vision went.
Draco woke, to see a bright silver beam illuminate the streets. The dementors tried to fight against it, but the beam was far too strong. He watched as they fled, and saw a silver eagle chase them away. It caught one of them and dragged it far into the distance, and out of sight. Draco looked around, to see where the beam had come from. There was a tall girl standing next to him, holding his wand. She had long brown hair that went just past her shoulders, and mysterious green eyes. Draco, in his state of weakness, felt himself being drawn into them.
He eventually snapped out of it though and tried to get up.
The girl stayed facing where the dementors had been, looking around, checking there were no more on the way,
"Are you alright?" she asked him, when she was sure it was safe.
"I'm fine." He said bluntly, "Who are you?"
"Laira Ackerly. Who are you?" she asked. Draco looked taken aback,
"You don't know? Have you never read the Daily Prophet before? And gimme back my wand!" He snatched it back from her.
"No need to be so rude. And no I don't read the Daily Prophet. Is that some sort of news paper?"
"How can you not know… " Draco trailed off, as he realized what was going on,
"You didn't know you were a witch?" he asked her,
"I'm a what?"
"A witch. And a very slow thinking one. You must be a witch, or you wouldn't have been able to fight off the dementors."
"Is that what those things were? Oh… I just picked up the wand and pointed at them. I didn't really do anything."
"You must have done something… its not even your wand." Draco was slowly becoming more and more confused. How could she have cast such a powerful spell, without even using words or knowing what she was doing? Laira looked at him, and tilted her head to one side, trying to understand him,
"I just pointed the wand… and thought about protecting you. Anyway. Its very late you know? Not a good time to be wandering around outside."
"I know that…" Draco finally stood up, and began walking away from her, when he remembered he had nowhere to go. He was a wanted death eater, which meant nowhere, including his own house, was safe. He turned to face Laira,
"Tell you what, if I can stay round your place, I'll explain all about magic for you tomorrow." It was more of a demand than a request, but Draco was very tired, and very hungry.
"Okay… but I don't understand… how can I be a witch? My parents aren't witches or wizards…" Laira's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to think.
'Oh great' Draco thought, 'I'm stuck with a mudblood.'
Draco followed Laira down the stone cobbled street, and along a path, until they reached a rather grand looking block of flats. 'At least she's not poor' Draco thought, as they walked inside, and up some stairs to Laira's front door,
"So you're a wizard then?" Laira asked, as she turned the lights on and went to shut the curtains,
"Yes…" Draco replied, wondering why she was so slow,
"So why couldn't you fight of the dementors? Surely if I can, then you could?" Draco wondered how he could answer this awkward question without sounding pathetic,
"I can't use that spell, it requires… Anyway, I'll explain more in the morning." He did not want to say that he could not use the spell because he did not have happy enough memories. He went to collapse on Laira's rather comfy looking sofa.
Laira put the kettle on, and went to the fridge,
"Coffee or tea… or hot chocolate?" She asked Draco,
"Hot chocolate." He replied. He knew chocolate was supposed to be good after being attacked by dementors.
"Hot chocolate…?" Laira copied him,
"…Please." Draco hated being polite to muggle-borns, but he could see that he was not going to get his way with this one unless he did. Besides, she had saved his soul; he would make it a one off.
A short while later, Laira walked over to Draco with his hot chocolate, and a plate of toasted crumpets with butter and honey. She did not give them to him until he thanked her,
"Why are you so impatient?" She asked him,
"I haven't eaten in days." He said in-between mouthfuls. Laira looked down at him curiously, and then sat down beside him on the sofa. She crossed her arms and tried to think,
"You can sleep in the guest room. There's an en-suite bathroom and I'll find you a dressing gown."
Draco nodded, drinking the hot chocolate. He decided that Laira's cooking was not bad, for a mudblood.