DISCLAIMER- I do not own Harry Potter or claim ownership of anything but the older Malfoy kids.

WARNING- contains violence and child cruelty. Possible foul language later on.

Don't ask me where this one came from. I started it as a 'feel sorry for Draco fic. But it's warped now. I challenge you to work out what's going to happen.

Chapter One-The Great Escape

Draco washed blood from his face for the third time this week. He looked in the mirror at his puffed up face and winced as he brought the red cloth to a particularly deep gash. He jumped as the door opened and he automatically curled into a small ball on the floor. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and he looked up.

"I'm so sorry." The blonde girl said as she picked up her younger brother. "I wish I could take you with me." She wiped away a tear. "I really wish I could, I'm sorry. But, hey, Damien will finish school this year, he might be able to take you after this term."

"Why… why do they h…hate me?" He choked in a small voice.

"I don't know, Drakey. I don't know." The fifteen year old cradled the child for an age before she carried him to his room. She tucked him into bed and said goodnight, before climbing downstairs to hear a heated discussion between her elder brother and her father.

"He's only six!"

"Nearly five." Deilla corrected, glaring at her father.

"The boy needs to be disciplined." he sneered.

"He didn't do anything wrong!"

"He made friends with a squib."

"That's not being bad!" Deilla screamed from the door. "Just so you know; my best friend Tara, remember her, she stayed over last summer? She's muggle-born!" There was a moment of silence in the room, it was obvious she had hit a nerve and in a flash she fell to the floor, a cut across her right cheek. The picked herself up, her cheek stinging. "You see? That is why everybody hates you!" She marched upstairs and into Draco's room. She pulled him out of bed and lifted him easily. His eyes were wide as he looked into his father's eyes, a look he would never forget.

"Deilla, you get back here right now!" Her father shouted.

"No!" She walked out of the house, followed by Damien, who summoned their belongings into trunks and to the bottom of the hill next to a road.

"Get back here now!" Their father raised his wand but before he cast anything his body became stiff and his arms and legs snapped together and he fell to the ground. Damien drew his wand away from his father and held it out until the knight bus appeared with a cracking sound. Damien paid their fares and floated their trunks onto the bus and the bus crawled off to the leaky cauldron.

By the time Lucius Malfoy became mobile again, his three children were gone and he was left with no heir.

Please let me know what you think, cheers.

Ch.2 preview

"No he whispered under his breath as he watched the tiny child run to the Slytherin table. Another boy patted him on the arm and he winced pulling it away immediately. Jack watched the boy as he checked his arm, which was purple, and didn't even notice when they started eating.