This is my first real Harry Potter story (Except for a one-shoter called Surprise!) and I am quite excited to toy around with the characters as I wish and make my ideas into stories. Before you read on however, let me first warn you that this story won't contian very much magic and isn't set in England. In fact, this story is set in a muggle area, and will have very litle magic. Any character that is in my story that isn't in the lovely J. K. Rowlings is 100% mine. And, as you all know, Harry Potter does not belong to me. Anyways, on with the story. Enjoy!

A Different Kind of Angel

Chapter 1

Draco leaned his head against the window pane, nervously biting his lip as he watched ocean and patches of land and ocean flowing underneath the airplane. Funny, how Draco was as comfortable as can be sailing through the air on a flimsy broomstick when he was sitting here, in a long steel tube holding about thirty other Muggles and feeling as nervous as a first year on their way to Hogwarts for the very first time. Maybe it was because of his lack of control of this Muggle made machine. Maybe it was his curiosity at where it was that he was going. One thing was definitely for sure. Most of that nervousness came from that weird combination of the fear and anger he felt for not having his wand.

How strange is that? Draco Malfoy, a year ago, was on his way to the top of the Wizard and Muggle world with Voldemort and his loyal followers. Now, Draco was on his way to some Muggle place. No wand, no magic. As Draco let that realization sink in, that nervousness turned to fury again. That hot, annoyed fury he got whenever he thought about his last hearing in front of the Ministry. It was decided that, as punishment for his involvement with the Death Eaters and their attack on Hogwarts, he would spend ten months among the muggles, living just as they lived. Draco was not looking forward to it. In fact, he loathed the idea. Especially when he learned that he would not be allowed to use his money for any reason. How was he supposed to buy the things he needed? How was he supposed to take care of himself? He was not very eager to find out.

When Draco was informed of his punishment, a worker from the Department of Muggle Affairs had been assigned to go home with him and show him the types of clothing it was recommended for him to bring. Muggle clothing, of course. Amongst that, he was restricted to one small suitcase for his belongings only. When Draco had asked how he was supposed to put enough clothing in a small suitcase for ten months, the worker had told him that he would be back in December for a week long holiday for Christmas with his parents. Or rather his mother, because his father was serving his lifelong term in Azkaban for his role as a Death Eater.

It was June now. A little less than six months. Four more after that, and his punishment would be completed. He would be counting down the days. Draco looked out the window again and this time, saw only the deep blue of the ocean. He had been in this plane for four bloody hours. Two more to go. He slammed his head on the back of his seat and let out a groan. This flight was taking forever.

"Mr. Malfoy?" a voice next to him rang out. He turned to the voice and saw the stewardess take a seat next to him. What the hell did she want? He was obviously too young for her. Oh well, he thought. He hadn't had fun with a girl for a while.

"Yes ma'am?" he asked, giving her his famous smirk that was known for bringing a girl to her knees.

"Now don't play up the charm. I know exactly who you are. I was assigned to be on this plane to tell you what you will need to know when you arrive to your destination. Now, do you know where you are going?" Draco huffed in annoyance and shook his head. "You will be keeping your normal name. Here is your identification card and passport," she said, handing him a necklace with a clear pouch containing a small plastic card with his picture on it. Behind the card was a tiny blue book. "You will wear this at all times. It has on it a tracking charm that will be used to monitor your whereabouts. If you lose it, we will not be able to locate you when it is your time to be picked up. Any questions so far?"

"Where the bloody hell am I going? Nobody has told me one dammed thing," Draco growled.

"You will be in the country of Uganda. Uganda, Africa. You will be there as a volunteer for the Peace Corps and your duty is to help the people in this underprivileged country as much as possible. Since you probably don't know much about Uganda, I feel it is fair to inform you rather than to let you find out for yourself. Uganda, along with several parts of Africa, is war torn, much like our world was. However, their wars are between the governments and the people. There are large groups of people, commonly called the rebels, who have chosen to rebel against the government. These groups of people fight by taking over villages and recruiting people, mostly children, to fight for their side. The government is too weak to stop it so now, in some places, it is out of control. You are being sent to a village in a relatively safe area, however the threats of a rebel attack are still there," Draco stared at her in shock.

"You guys are sending me from one war to another? What in the bloody hell is wrong with you people?" he cried.

"Not my desicion. If it were up to me, you would be in Azkaban alongside your father. Anyways, since I have heard of your reputation for being a playboy, you must know that these areas are rife with diseases. I highly recommend you not have too close of a physical relationship with the opposite sex," Draco narrowed his eyes at her. The nerve of this woman... "Any questions?" she asked.

"Yes. When do we get there?" Draco asked, not too politely.

"An hour and forty five minues. Good luck Mr. Malfoy," the stewardess said, as she handed him a folder and the necklace. Draco sighed and opened up the folder. Inside were pamphlets on Africa, the people, the culture, the problems, and the Peace Corps. He took out the one on the African cultures and begun to read.

A/N: Shall I continue or shall I not? Review if you think I should and review if you think I shouldn't. If anywhere, you see a mistake, let me know and it will be corrected immediatly. Thank you loves :)

-VoldemortsNipple