To Be Understood
Remus walked through the deserted streets of Muggle London, deep in thought. It was late, about eleven at night. Not many people were out and their being no bars nearby, it was relatively quite. He had just returned from a mission, the werewolves he had talked to had not responded well, and recognizing defeat, had simply left.
It was nearing the full moon; Remus was tired and feeling drained, he just wanted to rest somewhere warm, not have to think about anything, maybe forget the war for awhile. Where he would rest was another matter entirely. Since the death of Sirius, which was really something he didn't want to think about, he hadn't had a real place to stay.
He could go to the Weasley's, but he didn't want to impose. He sighed and kept walking; he probably wouldn't be able to sleep anyways. One of the werewolves he had met with had mentioned Lucius' son, Draco. Apparently the Dark Lord had not taken well to Draco's failure to kill Dumbledore.
Remus had, quite by accident, seen the Malfoy's recently, something that made his missions particularly dangerous; he was constantly on the verge of being exposed by Death Eaters. After traveling to an independent coven of werewolves hiding in a forest near several small villages in northern England, he was troubled but not surprised to find that Greyback had gotten there first.
Not wanting to draw attention to himself, he tried to blend in with the other werewolves, hoping not to be recognized. The others thankfully, had played along. At the time, he couldn't fathom why Draco and Lucius Malfoy would be so far from home, and in the company of such a creature, but could only assume they were there on Voldemort's orders.
They younger Malfoy had looked much older then he remembered, not just matured, but aged somehow. And Lucius of course looked like hell, but Azkaban can do that to a man. But what he'd heard tonight, that Draco had been "assigned" to Greyback, had brought a new light to the situation. As far as punishments go, his was definitely one to bear results.
Remus felt a twinge of pity for the young Malfoy, as unkind as he may have been in their brief encounters, and something close to fear for what Draco must be witnessing. The life of outcast werewolves was something that sometimes shocked and disgusted him, he couldn't imagine how someone raised as a Malfoy would handle the experience.
But as Remus walked, cursing his idea of not establishing a permanent home after Sirius death due to the frequency of his missions, Remus tried to put Draco out of his mind. He hoped for Draco's sake that Greyback wasn't treating him too bad, but realized that he had much more pressing things to worry about.
Okay guys, I haven't written in awhile, so please review. I'm planning on adding much to this. This chapter was mainly to establish what's going on. It will be a Draco realizes how bad it is to be a death eater and Remus, being the kind person he is, gives Draco the benefit of a doubt, and tries to help him out. I can't see it being SLASH, b/c I've never written one and there was never any hints of either of the characters being gay in the books. So it will just be a hurt/confort type fic! Hope you enjoy. Will be updating REALLY soon!