SUMMERY - To escape poverty, we left Britain behind. To ensure the ministry never finds us, we locked our wands away. What is left when all you've ever known is gone? And who will be there for us, strangers in a strange land?

Harry Potter/ Teen Titans crossover

DISCLAIMER - I do not own Harry Potter or Teen Titans. I do not own any related characters. I do not own... (This list could go on for hours, so I'll just stop here.)

The war is over. Voldemort has fallen. The battle lasted three days. So many died.

Pansy's father was killed the first day; Aunt Bellatrix lasted longer, but she died in the end. Lupin killed her.

The Weasel came off the battlefield practically in pieces, but he managed to kill Greyback without getting himself bitten. He's quiet the hero now; she Weasel too. But Potter is even bigger.

We all knew that if he succeeded he'd be the biggest wizard since Merlin. He has his own holiday now, and it's only been two days since he defeated Voldemort.

Snape was revealed once and for all as being on the side of the Order. Turns out Dumbledore asked him to kill him if it came down to that. He's been fully pardoned. I wasn't so lucky.

Soon - not tomorrow or the day after - but soon; the Ministry is going to show up at the manor to haul me off to Azkaban. My birthday isn't for nearly two months yet, but it matters little to them that I'm underage. After all, "If someone is old enough to be a Death Eater, he is old enough to go to Azkaban." Or at least that's what Rufus Scrimgeour thinks.

Blaise is living with mother and I. Just after the final battle his mother disappeared. No one has any idea where she might have gone. Blaise pretends not to be worried. He says he knew that she's leave sometime after his seventeenth. But even his dark skin can't hide the circles under his eyes, or the fatigue in his step. He hasn't slept much since he came to live with us. He's a Death Eater too, but the Ministry isn't going to catch either of us.

By this time tomorrow, we'll be in America. And as much as I hate the idea of living with muggles, I'd rather them than angry Aurors. Even if we will be poor. Blaise is a little more opposed to the idea.

"At least in Azkaban we could claim we had some honor, that we stuck with our convictions to the bloody end. In America, we won't even be able to claim our own blood. Did you ever think of that, Draco?

"I don't know about you, but I refuse to live with a bunch of filthy muggles. It's beneath us to run. We're pure bloods, and not only that, you are a Malfoy. The blood running through your veins is the purest of the pure. You cannot truly be willing to mingle with muggles. For Merlin's sake, Draco, I thought you had some pride."

"What use is pride when you're dead, Blaise? Whether they execute us or we rot in our own filth, we will die one way or another. Which is worse, living with muggles until we can prove that we were the worst Death Eaters ever and never were capable of doing anything bad enough to die for, or living out the rest of our lives in a dark prison?"

"I suppose if you put it that way..."

"We never had any pride?" I tilt my head just slightly, a smile forming on my lips. Blaise slaps my arm.

"Get packed before you ruin what little dignity you have left."

"Don't you mean before I ruin what little dignity you have left? I never had any dignity."

I'm joking, but it's true. I didn't. False pride, certainly, but never any dignity. Even that pride is gone now. It was taken from me the night Snape killed Dumbledore. That night I lost any right or desire to brag about my position in Voldemort's supporters. Not that I had bragging rights in the first place, but I thought I did. After all, I was Draco Malfoy, son of the Dark Lord's right hand. Now I am a failure of a Death Eater on the run, walking away from the only life I've ever known.