Desperate footfalls reverberated within the earth. Quick, sometimes stumbling and unsure, they wandered across the forest floor, only to be followed by the tremors of many more, confident and much more stable.
Blond hair and a shivering body darted in and out of the sight of its pursuers. His brain was throbbing with much past abuse and the sudden fading lights of the evening, but right now it was focused on one thing: surviving.
'Where could I go?' he thought. He knew no one would care for seeing him so much, but there must be someone who would help him. There must be, because if there wasn't, he wouldn't survive much longer. His thoughts were messy, and strange and more or less hopeless. The boy was in no shape for such strenuous things.
A faint thought came to his head; a thought he didn't particularly like. But his feet grew heavy and ached from the harsh forest floor. He had no choice; he must go there. It was not an option for him. Weary, he used the last of his strength to apparate from the sight of his assailants. The masked and cloaked men stumbled to a halt at the site of his disappearance. Fury washed over the Death Eaters, but Draco Malfoy felt nothing but relief.
A/N: This is kind of the prologue or whatever. This fic is still in the works, so I'll update as I can.
Makin' this up as I go along, but let me know if I made a silly error or something. Also, I don't own Harry Potter, obviously, or I would be eating so many expensive pies right now...