Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. JK Rowling is the wonderful author of Harry Potter and as much as I wish I owned a few of her characters ;] it hasn't happened yet.

Chapter 1

He was fairly certain that the members of the Wizengamot had lost their minds. It was one thing to force him to become a muggle. That was plenty bad enough. But to force him to move across the world and have no contact with the wizarding world? It would be impossible. How was he supposed to know if someone was a wizard or not while he was there? They were dooming him to failure straight away. And all because that loud mouth, bleeding heart Gryffindor had to push her way into the courtroom. Stupid mudblood.

He was standing in his room, the last time he would be allowed to live there for who knew how long and the only thing going through his mind was how much he hated Granger right now. Literally hated her. "Mr. Malfoy?" The auror that had been sent to escort the teen to his new place of residence cleared his throat. "You'll have an hour to pack up whatever you wish to take with you. You are allowed to bring money with you, but only money that you have in the house. Your Gringotts accounts have already been seized. You might want to get started."

What a pain in the arse this was going to be. They had already taken his wand away when he'd been in court yesterday. They'd never given it back either, so he was going to have to pack normally. Even the house elves had been seized until his mother went through her trial. He hated the thought that he wasn't even going to be around for that. Walking over to his closet he grabbed the trunk that he always used for school and dragged it out into the main room. Throwing everything out of it that didn't need to be there because he was no longer going back to school, he groaned as he tried to imagine what he was going to need as a muggle.

The first thing he grabbed without thought was the large sum of money he kept in his room. It had been his mother's idea. Keep it there in case anything went wrong and their accounts were seized. He nearly smirked, wondering if his mother had just been worrying or if she'd known something would go wrong.

Before he could shove it into the trunk however, the auror took it out of his hands and proceeded to begin counting it. Frowning the blonde turned away and began packing his clothes. "You just said I could bring money. I didn't realize there was a maximum value that was decided on ahead of time." He was grumbling under his breath when the man used his wand to make the coins disappear, no doubt sending them to a bank with just a spell. "What did you do? You said I could bring it with me!" The man chuckled but didn't say anything, simply waiting for the Malfoy heir to finish packing.

An hour later Draco grabbed hold of both of his trunks' handles, holding the small watch in his hand. He'd barely been holding it for a minute when he felt the familiar feeling of being sucked through a tube from his naval. He hated portkeys almost as much as he hated Granger. He'd rather have apparated, but since they were going such a long distance it was frowned upon. He'd tried asking the man before they left where exactly they were going that they couldn't apparate, but the man had just grinned cockily and handed him the portkey.

As they landed, Draco tumbling head over heels and his trunks crashing to the ground, he tried taking a look around but wherever they were the grass wasn't nearly as green as in England. It wasn't rainy like Scotland. The sun was high in the sky and it felt like he was being cooked alive. Parched already he trained his eyes on the auror with him and swallowed. "Where are we?"

Once again the man just shook his head and laughed. "You are officially under 'house arrest' if you will. You are not to have any contact with anyone via magic. You are not to have any contact with your friends or family period. You are not to use magic of any kind. It will be traced. That includes potions. You can use muggle medicine if you get sick. You are being sentenced to ten years as a muggle. Though if Miss Granger ends up in charge no doubt your term will be shortened. You may use the amount of money that you brought on whatever you want, but it is suggested that you use it on housing. You should also look into an inexpensive place to live unless you are looking forward to getting a job."

Draco blanched at the idea of getting a muggle job but just licked his lips that felt as though they were already beginning to chap. Might as well let him go through all the rules before he opened his mouth.

"You are effectively on your own out here, so you might want to try making friends. They can help teach you how to be a normal muggle." A normal muggle. Hah! "Now then, let's go find you a place to stay so that I can get out of here. It's quite warm, isn't it?" The man handed over a large handful of paper with numbers written on it and faces drawn on. "Currency. That's the exchange rate of what you gave me earlier. That's all you brought with you."

Draco counted up the numbers on the paper and literally almost grinned. The exchange rate had given him more than what he'd handed over in the first place. He'd only had 2,200 galleons on him and a few sickles and knuts and it had exchanged to nearly 25,000.. whatever they called their currency. Well that was something at least. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad here.

The man grabbed both pieces of luggage and shrank them down to fit in his pocket for the time being. "After you," he said as he led the boy to a jeep stationed a few yards away from them. He'd had the foresight to have one there so they wouldn't have to walk around in the blistering heat right away. The two males got into the vehicle, the younger one grabbing hold of everything he could once the jeep began moving on its own. The auror waited for the boy to point out a place where he would want to stay and when one was finally decided upon, a large hotel that would surely cost more money than it was worth, he pulled up so they could get the boy a room.

Draco handed cash over for the room smirking when it didn't even make a real dent in the money. They made their way up to the room and the auror enlarged his bags once the door was closed behind them. "Is there anything else you need?"

"My wand?" Draco asked as pleasantly as he could.

"Not happening. Anything else?" But Draco couldn't think of anything else he could need from this man so he just shook his head. Eager to get away from the man as soon as possible he led the way to the door and opened it up. "Well then we'll see you in ten years, Mr. Malfoy."

Another frown came over the boy's face at the thought of spending so much time as a muggle in such a hot place. It felt like he was being cooked inside of a cauldron on high. Disgusting. Rather than burning he was sure that his fair skin would end up melting off if he spent too much time outdoors.

"Oh and Malfoy?" Draco had just been about to close the door but he help it open for another moment to let the man finish his sentence. He didn't want the man to throw in anymore rules if he opened his mouth to say what he was really thinking. The auror was standing at the elevators, his teeth showing as he grinned. Their eyes caught each others and then the man nodded as the ding was heard, the door to the elevators opening. "Welcome to Australia."