Disclaimer:as usual, I own nothing to do with Harry Potter...
(a/n: Not compatible with the Deathly Hallows.
This fic is being posted as my birthday present to all of you! Enjoy!)
Prologue
Draco clutched his side, trying to ignore the pain that seemed to be searing through his very soul. He staggered along the alley, his face covered in blood.
He thought back briefly to when he was a child and Father had brought home a map of every wizarding family's Portkey. Having the Minister for a lapdog did have its advantages, afterall. He had laughed with his father as they invented various ways to corner one particular family; to torture them for even thinking that they had the honour of being purebloods. Weasley's, of course... The game had gone on for a long time, until his mother had returned home with company.
It was no longer a game.
He had to get away. He had to find it. It was here somewhere. Where was it?
At the end of the alleyway, far from any lights or prying eyes, Draco found the Portkey. A grubby old boot. Disgusting... Taking hold of it, he silently screamed his pain as it tugged at his navel with a sharp jerk.
People were still after him, and the magic the Portkey used would have alerted them. However, he was hoping that it would take them a long time to find where it came from, if it was indeed him, and where the Portkey went to. A rather large gamble on his part, but with a wound like his, Draco was willing to risk it. He needed medical help. Now.
Arriving in a large forest, Draco stumbled around the trees, tripping over branches and logs. He clutched his side constantly, and soon found it hard to breathe. It became harder to see when sweat clouded his vision. Pain filled every inch of his body. He neared the top of a hill, but found he was too weak to go any further.
That meant a lot of blood loss, some part of his mind thought.
Draco didn't have time to consider it. He slumped to the ground, still clutching his wound. Neither his body nor mind seemed to notice as he rolled down the hill. Draco was completely numb. As his eyes began to close unwillilngly, he saw his destination in the near distance. He had arrived at the Burrow.
Draco Malfoy was going to the Weasley's for help...
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End of prologue.
