Disclamer: J.K. Rowling created all of this characters, they're not mine... I wish.

Draco Malfoy ran faster than he was able to. His muscles were burning, asking for him to stop, but one look behind, he knew he couldn't. He heard another hex and he closed his eres shut, luckily, it didn't get him. Still running, Malfoy wondered how big the Diagon Alley was. The more he ran, more ground were under his feet.

He turned to Knockturn Alley and founf himself alone. All the stores were closed, none alive soul in the street. Looking back one more time, he stopped. He had lost them.

Or so he thought. Inches away from him, the same guy with black clothes and a big hood apparated, his wand against Draco Malfoy's chest. With a last breath, he received the hex. He did not hear which one was it, but he was ready to leave. He fell, for one last second he tried to see who the man was, but his eyes didn't obey him and he fainted, his head knocking hard on the ground.

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First Story ever. And English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if you see any big error.

And the Prologue is really really small, I know.