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Prologue: I'll Wait For You

The past year had not been good to Draco Malfoy.

This fact was evident by his very appearance. His eyes were dull and lifeless; his once immaculate hair fell in dirty clomps around his pale face. Even his clothes echoed the hardships he had endured. Faded and torn, they hung loosely on his thin frame. No, this was no the same boy who just a year ago was sleeping on silver and green silk sheets, wondering how to skip class the next day.

So much had changed in so short a time that Draco could barely wrap his head around it all. Usually he wouldn't even try; he would just shut his eyes tightly and imagine that this was all a dream, and maybe, if he concentrated hard enough, things would go back to the way the used to be. Sometimes he would stay like this for hours. Searching the darkness for some comfort he never found.

Draco shifted positions to look at his gold watch, now so out of place on his body. Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours left until this secret hideaway became a not-so-secret hideaway. Fourteen hours left until he would have to, once again, go out into a hostile world in search of some other cave or basement to cal home. Only to leave that new place 93 hours later in favor of somewhere else. And then another place, and another, and another…

Back then, when listening to his father talk about his days as a Death Eater, Draco would image a world of decadence and mystery, filled with hidden passageways and dark rooms. He had also imagined, with excitement, what it would have been like hiding from the Ministry as his father had. Always on the run, never staying in one place too long. It had seemed so romantic in his youth. Then, Voldemort was said to have come back. Suddenly, life as a Death Eater was no longer an impossibility. At first, this scared Draco, but his father found ways to reassure him. "This will mark an important turning point in our history." he had said, "be ready Draco." During his fifth and sixth year, Draco would lie on his bed for hours and imagine the adventures he'd have, the praise the Dark Lord would, undoubtedly, give him, the power he'd amass…

The former Slytherin laughed bitterly at the memory. Now he saw all those things for what they truly were: The stupid fantasies of a boy too young to tell his thumb from his dick. There weren't any dark velvet cloaks or ritual oils here. No grand rooms or state-of-the-art secret buildings. There was only this cold, stone floor and the sound of water dripping from the pipes above. Funny how quickly dreams can give way to reality.

A cold gust of air blew into the dark room, and Draco curled into fetal position in a vain attempt to avoid hypothermia. Despite the cold, he wouldn't dare use magic. They would surely find him if he did. But, freezing to death wasn't an option either. His father failed to mention times like these in his stories.

Suddenly, Draco heard the soft pop that usually accompanies an apparition. Hearth racing, he turned in the direction of the noise to see who had come. After a few seconds he saw two spots of light in the darkness.

What little light there was in the room was reflecting against Percy Weasley's horn-rimmed glasses. After spotting Draco, Percy began to walk toward his position. The blonde stood up to greet him.

"You look kind of creepy." Draco said with a wide grin on his face, "I didn't think you would come to see me again so soon. Couldn't stay away, huh?" He had lost his drawl a long time ago.

Percy said nothing in response. He didn't even make eye contact, only continued walking up to Draco. This strange behavior didn't pass the younger boy up.

"Hey, is something wrong?"

"No." Percy's voice was raw and quiet; he stood only a foot away. Draco attempted to reach out to him, but Percy pulled back.

"Then, what's going on? What are you doing here?"

Percy finally looked up from the floor. "I hope, I truly hope, Draco, that they don't give you the kiss."

Draco's heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about?"

"The Ministry has brought back the dememtors and-"

"No! you can't mean…" Draco took a step back, his eyes widened in shock.

"Yeah, yeah," Percy whispered almost to himself "You've been a little sloppy lately, and I've got it all baby, every last bit of it, and I'm turning you in."

"No, please no, you can't!" Draco was finding it hard to breath. Was this another nightmare; it had to be. Percy wouldn't do this; he wouldn't do this to him.

When it looked like Draco was going to make a run for it, Percy grabbed his shoulders with two arms and pulled the smaller youth into his chest. "It's going to be okay." he whispered into Draco's ear, "even if they give you life, that's only a twenty year sentence, and I'll wait. I'll wait for you. Twenty years is noting."

The soft sound of other appariting into the room could soon be heard. Draco began to sob uncontrollably into Percy's chest.

Stroking Draco's dirty blonde locks, Percy continued to whisper into his ear. "Don't cry. Don't cry. Can't you see? You're all I have left, and I can't live without you. Can't you see?"

Ooooooh, dramatic