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I was running through the streets, trying to block the death eaters behind me. When Voldemort won, the death eaters took the ministery over and they were tracking all the muggle borns and friends of Harry. They took them and tortured them till they were dead or sold them as slaves. I didn't even know if Harry or Ron or the others were alive. After the battle of Hogwarts everyone escaped on his own trying to save his life. And here I was without any of my friends, alone.
I ran in a street with a dead end and was surrounded by the death eaters. The sun was shining and it was warm, but now everything felt dark and cold. I looked around trying to find a way to escape. But there was no way. I closed my eyes and knew that this was the last time that I would be free. Suddenly I heard shouting and thing falling to the ground. When my opened my eyes, I saw the death eaters lying on the ground stupefied or dead. I looked up to see my savior. I didn't recognize him because of the sun shining on him. He was tall and muscular. When my eyes got used to the sun. I could see his face. I was more than shocked, this can't be true. There stood a man my age, with platinum blond hair, silver eyes, pale skin and his famous smirk. There before me stood my savior. Draco Malfoy…
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