Draco ran, soaked blond hair falling in his eyes. He didn't have time to brush it away. Lightning forked the sky above him, a chilling reminder of what had happened. He clutched the goblet tightly, as if to check it was still there. He had to get this to safety. To someone who would know what to do with it. He hated that the only person he could go to was his childhood rival. Harry Potter. But he swallowed his pride as he ran. His mother had given this to himi in the hope that he could reach Harry. And he would rather die than not fulfil this. Literally. He had run for weeks now, only stopping when he couldn't go any further. He ran on, the fact that the rain wasn't the only thing that was soaking his torn robes. He saw the glow from a building, an inn to be exact. His breathing was ragged, but he moved faster. He knew Harry would be here. He had to be. His last hope for safety. The pride of a Malfoy. How could he be proud to be a Malfoy now, when he had learned of his family connections with Lord Voldemort. His stupid father was probably being sent to kill him, as punishment. Draco had accepted that he would probably die by now. He knew that it was what he deserved. But he had to get the goblet to Harry. He moved through the trees, twigs scratching his arms and face. His hair was now quite long, him being too exhausted to cut it. It hung over his face, and he knew that he looked a mess, with mud covering his pale skin, and torn, filthy robes that had been worn since it had happened. He broke out of the undergrowth onto the road, and ran down it, the noise of his feet on the gravel reminding him of what he used to be. Travelling through forests, and shaded areas had changed him. He arrived at the Inn, and burst through the door, aware that the entire contents of the Inn had turned to stare at him, a bedraggeled, dirty teenager in torn robes. Gasping for breath, he collapsed on the floor, feeling as if for the first time the pain from his wound, as he bled crimson blood all over the floor. "Harry Potter" he called out weakly, panting now. His vision blurred, but he saw the crowd that had surrounded him part a little to let a dark-haired boy pass through. Draco held out the Goblet to him, and was aware of Harry taking it out of his hands, before he slipped into blackness.