A/N: It's me first serious piece of HP fiction. Un-beta'd unfortunately, if anyone wants to volunteer. I'm looking at 7-10 chapters. I hope you like.
Warnings: language, eventually D/Hg, AU( (not compliant past OoP), eventual violence
Disclaimer: If I owned this, would I be posting it on a free fanfiction website? Didn't think so. Anything recognizable is owned by J.K. Rowling. Which I am not.
The study was very private. Two comfortable chairs were placed around a warm, welcoming fire. Candles gently lit the room in a soft glow, highlighting its masculinity. House elves had placed a bottle of scotch on a table nears the chairs next to two classes. One glass was half full. The place seemed to glow with the warmth from the hearth, illuminating the bottle.
Suddenly, the fire flickered green and two figures appeared from the flickering flames, red only seconds ago. Though neither figure appearing from the fire stumbled out their was an apparent rush to their otherwise elegant motions. The older one practically lunged for the books on the shelves, as the younger one unceremoniously threw two white masks into the flames. They'd been caught. The older man spoke,
"Draco, we need to hurry. The Dark Lord will be here soon. I can take 'Cissa and move to Grimmauld place but we can't bring you." He raised his hand signaling his son to wait through the explanation then continued, " Both 'Cissa and I will be moving to separate, unknown locations shortly after, and…we'll be apparating." He held his hand up again, "Go gather your most personal things. You'll be staying with the closest Order member at their home. There is no arguing about this. Your safety is principal. Now Go. Meet me here in fifteen minutes, and not a second more." Lucius turned around and moved to the door across from the fireplace. Draco dutifully followed. After all they had no other choice anymore.
He almost sprinted to his room, tripping occasionally. Thinking quickly he decided that he had few things of true personal value. Glancing at the bookshelves he grabbed the books knew were irreplaceable; Malfoy heirlooms, and very useful. Putting the dozen or so books on the desk he moved to his personal journal, his broom and a week's worth of clothes. On impulse h grabbed a stuffed pet ferret, a childhood toy. Finally he grabbed an empty bag and then scooped up his cat, Ctrystalle. Shrinking his personal possessions, completed homework, school supplies, and jewellery he shoved everything unceremoniously into the dragon-hide bag. Without further notice left his childhood room for the (apparent) last time. Death Eaters would be invading soon enough.
Exactly fifteen minutes later, the small family gathered around the fireplace in the intimate study. Draco's mother, Narcissa, had dried tears on their pale, perfect cheekbones. No sign of any previous arrogance showed. Humility had replaced all of that in a heartbeat. They were all scared. No one knew when they would be seeing each other again. Narcissa drew Draco to herself and hugged her only child, nestling her face in his soft hair Lucius gave the final instructions.
"If you need anything, anything that won't compromise us, call Blinky. She's your personal house elf. Here are some books…Guard them with your life. Always remember, we love you. We'll contact you as soon as we humanly can. Here's the address. Be polite, Draco. Though we are compromised at the moment, we are still Malfoys. There's pride in that, but also be wary. Names only get you so far nowadays. Now flee." Draco pulled himself from his weeping mother. He straightened the black robes, grabbed the piece of parchment, his cat and owl, shoved the new books in the bag, pulled it over his shoulder and shouted "7 Trevor Square." His parents quickly followed.
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