Draco was in such shock that Snape had found him it took several minutes before he could gather any semblance of words, "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. "Oh that's promising, you still retain your ability to speak," Snape snidely replied. "I am here to fulfill a mission that you happen to be a part of," he explained vaguely. "Oh then I suppose that means you were sent to kill me. Well, go ahead take your best shot. I suppose I should be honored that my father had a death eater of your ranking sent to finish me off," Draco said in embittered defeat. "After nearly seven years under my instruction, you should know that if I were sent to kill you I would have done it hours ago when you were shooting up. I prefer efficiency over dramatics," Snape indignantly stated. Draco was now confused, "Well I do know that you wouldn't pop up for a cup of tea and a delightful chat so what is it you want from me? If you're not here to kill me then what is it? Shouldn't you be reveling in your position after the war?" he spit at the traitor. Snape's eyes turned dark and he could have quickly turned this point in the conversation into a bitter battle of words but he decided to keep it short, "One could ask you the same question." With this Snape started to travel further down the back alley, his dark black cloak billowing behind him. He sensed that his young ward was still stationary and turned around "That would be your cue to follow me" he said in an irritated tone. Draco rolled his eyes, "I thought you didn't go for dramatics" he mumbled to himself as he began to follow his former professor.
They stood on a street corner waiting for the light to turn when it occurred to Draco that Snape was in the muggle public wearing his uniquely wizard-esque attire. He thought he'd mention something to Snape but upon examination he found that they were standing next to a man who was wearing a suit made entirely out of garbage bags begging for change. "By comparison, I don't really stand out do I?" Snape said, having invaded Draco's mind, "I suppose I don't really fit in here but nobody could convince me that wearing khaki cargo pants are any more appealing." Draco made a mental note to try and keep private thoughts to a minimum. They soon crossed the street and after many blocks they had made their way to a rather dodgy looking building. "This is where you're living?" Draco said disgustedly. Snape arched his eyebrow, "What? Not up to the standards of the box you called home? Or is it too far a walk from your dealer?" Draco took the cut as a cue to shut his mouth and he decided to follow orders. Snape silently led Draco up the stairs of the apartment building. Draco had an overwhelming feeling that once he would enter the room his life would be turned upside down once again. Snape slowly opened the door and Draco's instincts were confirmed when he saw two of his former schoolmates sitting at the table that occupied the small kitchen. "Draco, I believe you remember Ron and Hermione." The last time he had seen those two, he had been asked to kill them. The odd thing was he wasn't sure what surprised him more, the fact that those two were still alive, or that he was still alive. Destiny had once again thrown them together and he had no idea where it would take him.
