Draco Malfoy stood in the shadows next to Flourish & Blotts and watched the witches and wizards stroll by unaware of his presence. The Goblin's guarding the doors of Gringotts glanced over at him repeatedly wondering what a respectable man was doing hiding in the shadows like a common criminal. At twenty-three, Draco was an extremely handsome man. His white-blond hair framed his full lips and grey eyes. Over the years, Draco's body had become solid and well formed. He wore a white dress shirt with the top two buttons open and showing the plane curves of his throat, and a pair of black slacks and boots. He wore a silver chain around his neck and a gleaming emerald ring on his left hand.
Draco reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes then pulled one from the pack and lit it. Draco had just inhaled when a loud crack sounded to his right. Draco jumped at the unexpected sound and choked on the smoke and burnt his finger tips on the lit end.. He turned to find Albus Dumbledore standing next to him in the shadows. The old Headmaster had aged greatly over the past six years. His flesh was covered in wrinkles and liver spots. The Headmaster stood with her back curved and the older man's shoulders bent forward. His long grey beard and hair hung down past his knees.
"Damn it, Professor," Draco cursed. "You just scared the hell out of me." The Headmasters eyes twinkled. "Draco," He started pleasantly but Draco cut him off. "I don't have time for chit chat," The blonde said quickly. "The Dark Lord is waiting for me. I'm expected back immediately." The two men bowed their heads close together and Draco quickly whispered Voldermorts new plans to the older man. Dumbledore's blue eyes grew wide as he listened. When Draco had finished, The Headmaster quietly said, "Thank you, Draco. The Order could not continue its service to the magical and Muggle world if it was not for it's informers like yourself." With that, he disapparated with another loud crack. To Draco's horror, a second crack filled the air. Someone else had been listening.
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Draco knelt on the hard marble floor of his family's dinning room. Voldermort had taken over the Manor when the Dark Lord had returned. The Dark Lord now sat in a tall backed golden chair before Draco. He glared down at the blond with hatred in his red eyes. "My Lord," Draco began in a small voice. He looked at his parents who stood to Voldermort's left. Both were pale with fear; Narsicca trembled and her face was damp with silent tears. "You have betrayed me." The Dark Lord snarled. "For that there is no forgiveness." The Death Eater who had turned Draco over stood to Voldermort's right and grinned as if he had just wan the muggle lottery.
Slowly, The Dark Lord raised his wand and focused it on Draco. Draco forced himself to lock eyes with his future murderer. "Avada…" Voldermort began. Out of the corner of his eye, a quick movement caught Draco's attention. Narcissa had drawn her wand and lunged forward. "Stupefy!" She screamed and the spell hit Voldermort directly in the chest throwing him from his throne. "Run, Draco!" She screamed as Death Eaters ran to surround her. Draco sat stunned for a few moments. As The Dark Lord slowly began to rise from the floor, Draco scrambled to his feet and bolted from the house. As her reached the gates to the property, Narcissa's pain filled scream filled the night.
***THE MINISTRY
Heavy rain had begun to fall soon after Draco had left his home. Now as he raced across the streets of London, he was drenched. His hair was plastered to his skull and his clothes felt like lead weights. Tears ran down his face and mixed with the rain making it hard for him to see. He stumbled off the curb and into the path of a Double Decker Bus. The driver slammed on the breaks and horn while cursing at him out the window. Staggering, Draco slipped and fell into a large water filled pothole. Finally, he managed to make it to the other side of the street with no further accidents.
He was going to the only place he could think of. The only place that might be able to protect him, The Ministry of Magic. Finally, Draco reached the old red telephone booth. He shut himself inside and took several shaky breaths. He lifted the receiver to his ear and listened. There was nothing on the other end. Draco had never used a phone before, but he was sure there was supposed to be someone on the line. Finally, a recorded female voice came on the line. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic." The voice told him. "Please state your name." Draco said his name in a trembling voice. "Thank you." The recording told him. Slowly, the booth began to sink into the ground and Draco slumped against the glass in relief.
As the door opened, Draco hurried out. He had to find the eldest Weasley. Mr. Weasley was now the Minister of Magic. The Weasley children and Draco had never gotten along when they were younger but he was sure that the Minister would help him. Draco was heading towards the golden elevators when a hand reach out and grasped his arm. Draco jumped and let out a small scream then spun to face the person while reaching for his wand. "Malfoy?" The person said with a shocked tone. Draco looked into the face of Ronald Weasley.
Wrapped in a warm blanket and sipping fire whiskey, Draco sat beside Ron and in front of Mr. Weasley's desk. Arthur listened carefully to Draco's story as they waited for Albus to arrive. "We have to get you out of this city, no, out of England." Mr. Weasley told Draco. "My mother..." Draco began. As he thought of his mother, Draco's throat seemed to close and he could not go on. "Your mother loved you." Ron told him gently. "She gave her life to save you."
24 hours later, Draco walked quickly through Kings Cross Station. Mr. Weasley, Tonks, and Lupin flanked him. Draco pushed his trolley with a frown on his face. Undercover, he was dressed like a tourist in blue jeans, sandals and a polo shirt. A grey baseball cap sat on his head and dark sunglasses covered his eyes. Draco was off to live with a witch in Canada. The Ministry would not even tell Draco who the witch was. He was to go by Seth Myers and to be married to the witch to keep his cover. "It's only until we can stop the Dark Lord." Lupin had assured him.
Draco stopped at the last car to his train. It would take him to the airport where would catch a flight to Toronto, Canada. Tonks stepped up and kissed him on the cheek. Draco felt his face grow hot and he raised his hand to his cheek. "Be careful, Draco." She told him. After shaking hands and thanking everyone, Draco boarded the train and closed his eyes as it pulled out of the station.
