Draco Malfoy has been a Death Eater since Christmas break of fourth year. It was barely a secret now as his fifth year came to a close. It was also no secret (to those close to him) that he hated every second that mark defiled his left wrist. He was a slave for his mother's life. At least until Voldemort and Lucius crossed him, making him a fearful enemy. Lucius, whether on his own or by order, murdered Narcissa right in front of Draco. Draco was already close to finding a way out, and that rage plunged him into finding the spell to remove the magical mark.
The mock-apparition made me fade away from the chaos and fade back into existence in a basement of some kind.
"Bloody hell, this is not Severus's house," I mumble angrily.
The house's wards ring; I attempt to hide as the wizard descends the stairs. Emerald eyes quickly spot the pale intruder. As the figure strides towards the stormy eyed blond, I inwardly groan. I know those eyes anywhere.
"Potter," I grunt as a greeting.
"Malfoy, what-"
I interrupt, "I'm no longer a Malfoy. I much rather if you insist on calling me by my last name, use my mother's – Black."
"Fine. What are you doing here?"
"I misapparited."
"But I didn't hear the tell-tell cracking sound. Also, no one can apparite inside these walls."
"Didn't I?"
He rolls his eyes. Then he notices my bloody state. I figure his hero complex sets in as he leads me upstairs for some tea.
As I sit down with pain pulsing from every muscle and tiny cut on my body, Potter begins his expected interrogation.
"Honestly, Potter, you are the last one I wish to repeat the last week's events to. Especially since I have not slept in almost a month and literally just left HIS lair curses flying towards and away from me. All after I experienced my wand shattering from the magical spell I performed."
"Oh, sorry. Here I'll lead you to the spare room to rest and let you get cleaned up too."
The Boy Who Lived leads me past the usually shrieking paintings to the bathroom and spare room. For once I was grateful for his hero complex. I take a shower then throw back a Sleeping Draught before curling up in the soft comforter.
A/n: Chapter One. Don't worry, lovelies. There will be more, and the last week's events will be revealed in time. Review?