Hello again! There are a few more things I would like to say before continuing on with the story. First, it does comply with Deathly Hallows, but not the epilogue obviously. I would also like to thank pansymalfoy32 and krissie92 for reviewing. Reviews are very much appreciated and mean a lot for an author! One more thing is that is anyone notices a mistake, from a minor misspelling to something in one chapter that conflicts with another, do not hesitate to let me know so I can fix it as soon as possible. One more thing is that I am trying to make the locations of the villages as realistic as possible Anyways, on with the second chapter. Enjoy!

A Different Kind of Angel

Chapter Two

"Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking. We are beginning our descent into Gulu International Airport. Please fix your trays in their original upright positions, gather your belongings, fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing," The pilots voice rang out over the loudspeaker. Draco breathed a sigh of relief before fastening his lap belt. He closed the folder of pamphlets, now just plain furious with the Ministry and his punishment. Not only was he being forced to live with the Muggles for almost a year, he was being forced to live with the poorest, filthiest of them! The Ministry might as well have sent him home with bloodied Ron Weasley.

At this thought, Draco gritted his teeth and tried to force the prejudice thoughts from his mind. Draco was definitely not happy about the situation he was now in, but he was definitely not stupid either. These Muggles had no clue about the world of wizards and witches. Not only that, his family was now a joke amongst the wizard society. A joke to those who were once his equals for disgracing Voldemort and a joke to those who were once beneath him, for he was on the losing side and had ended up in Azkaban. The only way he was going to restore his dignity, name, and life was to start from the bottom. In this new world, the respect he was entitled to would not be given to him. This was a new world where the respect he deserved would have to be earned. A slight jolt shook him from his thoughts, and when he looked out the window, he saw that the plane was already on the ground and steering towards the terminal. He quickly unbuckled his seat belt and stood up, determined to get out of the dammed plane.

"Sir! Sir please sit down and buckle your seat belt until the plane is no longer in motion!" a stewardess caalled out to him, causing him to grumble and sit back down in his seat. He refused to put on the seat belt, determined to get off the plane as soon as he could.

"Attention all passengers, we have arrived at Gulu International Airport. The temperature is thirty six degrees Celsius, or ninety eight degrees Fahrenheit so sunscreen is advised. We hope you have enjoyed your flight and we thank you for using Delta Airlines," the pilots voice again rang out over the loudspeaker.

"Like hell," Draco muttered as the other Muggles began to stand up. He stood up after them and walked towards the planes doors, careful to not accidently touch any of the Muggles. He was the last one out the door, leaving a large gap between him and the group of passengers in front of him. As he walked down the terminal, he stuffed his hands in the Muggle pants he had been told to wear, and held his head up high and picked up the pace as he exited the terminal and stepped into the airport.

The first thing he noticed was that the airport looked quite simple was not nearly as big as the airport in Muggle London. In fact, the airport was not nearly as packed as the one on London was. He walked out into it, though not as quickly as he was before. He walked through the airport, looking for the baggage claim. When he found a sign, he scanned it for directions. As he walked through the hall on his left towards the baggage claim, he silently, and grudgingly, thanked the man from the Department of Muggle Affairs, who had placed a charm on him that allowed him to understand any language he encountered, and to be understood by someone who spoke a different language. He hadn't even known that a spell like that existed.

When he found the baggage claim, he stood off to the side, waiting for the luggage to come out when he noticed the window further down the baggage claim area. He walked towards the window, wanting to catch a glimpse of the new world he would be living in. As he approached the window, the first thing he noticed was that off in the distance, away from the airport, there was lots of grass. Lots and lots of grass in fact. And not a cloud in the sky. There was not much he could see yet to decide whether he will like this place or loathe it.

"Excuse me," a soft but excited voice of a young man said behind him. Draco turned around to see a small but muscular man standing next to him with a huge, friendly smile on his face. He had skin the color of deep, rich chocolate and had eyes that had a kind twinkle in them. He wore a dirty white T shirt and dirty, oak green shorts with all the pocket, similar to the ones he was wearing. Draco had to remind himself that the only way to finish his punishment successfully was by being nice. "You must be Mr. Draco Malfoy. Am I right?" Draco gritted his teenth and gave him a strained smile.

"Yes I am. And you are?" he asked, trying to be polite.

"I am Abubakar, but please, call me Abu. It is much easier on the mouth. Welcome to Uganda Draco!" he said, holding out his arms for a hug. Draco, not used to this kind of treatment and unsure of what to do, held out his hand instead. Abus smile faltered, but he held out his hand and they shook. "Now, Draco I will be the one taking you to the village where you are needed. I personally thank you for volunteering your time like this for the kids. They'll love you! And I can guarantee that you will love them," Children? He was here to help children? Just fan-fucking-tastic. Draco thought. He had never liked children very much. And a village? A bloody village? He didn't even know that villages existed anymore.

"I am sure I will Abu. Thank you," he said hesitantly. The two walked back towards the baggage claim and as they waited for Dracos bags, Abu began telling him the name of the village he would be staying at. As this Abubakar fellow went on and on about the village, Draco became more skeptical at the odds that he would actually enjoy this rather unorthodox punishment.

"You will be staying at the village called Gelehun. It is a rather pleasant place, considering the other locations you could have been assigned to. There are some places that are very hot and dry. You are lucky to have been among the ones that have been chosen to volunteer at the village that has lots of grass and trees. This country can get rather hot as you probably know," Draco nodded as the conveyor belt moved and his one small suitcase came into view. Draco picked up his suitcase and followed Abu out of the airport.

The humidity hit Draco like a slap in the face. From the moment he stepped out of the doors, he felt himself lose his breath. The damp heat seemed to seep through his black T shirt and attach itself to his body. It was horrendous, and left Draco craving a fresh glass of ice cold water. He groaned in discomfort and walked faster to catch up with Abu. He led him into a big dirt field with what looked like huge, metal boxes.

Cars. They were getting there by car. And Draco had never been in a car before. This was not good. Not good at all. And to make matters worse, this car looked half finished, and not at all safe.

"Please Draco, allow me to assist you with your bag," Abu said as he took the small suitcase from a stunned Draco. As Abu put Draco's suitcase in the back seat, Draco debated whether or not he would entrust his life in a half finished Muggle machine. Abu jumped over the door in the half made car and opened up the door on the other side for Draco. "Please Draco, have a seat," he said kindly. Draco shook his head.

"No. No way in bloody hell am I going to sit in some half completed car for however long it takes to get there. There has to be a more developed car to take there," Abu frowned at him.

"Draco this is a type of car. A jeep in fact. A jeep is the best car to take to the village and I can assure you it is perfectly safe," Draco opened the door to the jeep and slid inside. He then fastened the seat belt and shut the door. He held his breath as Abu turned the jeep on and pulled out of the airport parking lot. As Abu began to drive down the road, Draco was able to get a better look at his new home.

This place was a dump! Buildings made by primitives littered the sides of the road, made by some cheap looking material and squished together like sardines in a can. People wandered in and out of them wearing cheap, shabby looking Muggle clothing. Some of the places looked like outdoor stores where groups of fruit stands stood. Draco found himself looking at this third world city in horror. There was no way he was going to be able to survive here. No. Bloody. Way.

"Would you like something refreshing?" Abu asked, pulling over to the side of the road. Without waiting for an answer, he jumped out of the car, went over to Draco's side, and held the door open for him. He slowly unbuckled his seat belt and slid out of the jeep. "The fruit here is wonderful, especially on a hot day like this. I highly recommend watermelon for you. It is perfect for soothing the thirsty mouth," Abu led him through the fruit stands and Draco looked at them with disgust. All this fruit had been sitting out here in the hot and humid sun. There was no way the fruit could still be edible! Abu began to take bags off of a small rack next to the stands and begun to drop in random fruits. "Judging by your looks, I am thinking that Africa isn't what you are normally used to. Although it may not be the best in technology, but I assure you it will teach you many things," he said.

"I am sure it will," Draco muttered. Abu held out a bag to him.

"Please Draco, gather about thirty figs and put them in here. The children love them," he said. Draco took the bag and absentmindedly began filling it with the requested figs.

"Abu? Do they sell water here? I am quite thirsty," Draco said as he handed the bag of figs to the fruit vendor. Abu nodded and pointed to the small containers of water. The vendor nodded and brought out a few, still ice cold from their ice chest. After Abu paid, they walked back to the jeep. When they got in, Abu reached into the bag and brought out a big, greenish orangish fruit. Draco took a sip out of his water and watched Abu as he ate this fruit.

"Do you like mangoes?" Abu asked as he licked the fruits juices off of one hand and steered the jeep with the other. Draco shook his head.

"I have never even heard of them," he replied. Abu held out the half eaten fruit to him.

"Please have a taste. Mango is my favorite fruit and I know you will enjoy them as much as I do," Draco looked at the fruit in disgust.

"Is there another one in the bag I could try? I don't like to share food like that," he said. Abu sighed and nodded.

"Yes there is. You know Draco, that kind of selfishness will not help you here. There will be times where you must share food," he said. Draco dug around in the bag until he found the fruit that looked like the one Abu was eating.

"I am sure I can find a way to earn money in the village and purchase my own food," Draco said as he poured a little bit of water over the fruit to rinse it off.

"There aren't jobs like that in the village we are going to. The people of the village of Gelehun are interdependent. They hunt, farm, and pay each other by trading and doing favors. Money is only needed when you visit a larger city and the majority of the time, villagers remain in their village. The only time people leave the village is if they don't enjoy village life, or are trying to escape from the rebels," Dracos mouth dropped open in shock.

What had he gotten himself into? Seriously? An overwhelming sense of nurvousness bubbled up from the deepest pit of his stomach. Draco had never even tended a garden. He was barely able to take care of his own owl. How in the hell was he supposed to hunt or grow food? What kind of favors would he be expected to do? He found himself nibbling onto his mango, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly an explosion of sweet juice flooded into his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise as he chewed on the piece of sweet mango.

"This is delicious!" he said in surprise as he stared at the orange pulp. This was quite surprising since the fruit didn't look all that good in the first place. Abu laughed as Draco began to devour the fruit and relish in joy at the deliciousness.

"I knew you would like it," Abu said with a smile. "Perhaps I will bring more next time I go into the city. Now, we have another few hours before we get there and I would like to discuss some of the things you will be helping with," Draco nodded absentmindedly as he licked the juice dripping off his hands.

"You will be a teacher," Abu began. Draco frowned, and finished off the fruit. "You will be teaching the children life skills. Life skills courses that include job skills, health and sexual education, and how to manage living independently away from the village and in the city, just in case they decide they no longer wish to live in the village. I am assuming you know, considering that you have come from a big city?" Without waiting for an answer, Abu continued. "Sometimes, as children get older, they decide they want a life other than Gelehun. It is very important that they have options," Draco nodded slowly.

"I...agree with that however I have never been much of a teacher. I'm afraid that I wouldn't be a proper teacher for them," Draco said, as politely as he could manage. The truth was, the idea of trying to teach several poor, filthy Muggle children how to live the Muggle way did not sound appealing to him. In fact, Draco could barely stand even pureblood children. And children of any kind never seemed to like him much either.

"Even if you are unable to teach the children, there will be plenty for you to do," Abu said with a smile. "There is a small hospital not too far from here. Your time could be used there too. There is never nothing to do here!" Abu's cheerful voice made Draco want to slap him. Draco plastered a fake smile on his face.

"Great," he said. "Thank you," As Abu began chattering away, Draco tuned him out. He began to gaze at the dirt road and the grassy fields suddenly appear before his eyes. As they drove, the grass began to get thick and luscious, and beautiful, huge, shady treas began to linger. Before he knew it, Draco was struggling to feel his breaths through the humidity, and found himself wiping his face every few minutes from the sticky sweat that dribbled through his pores. This feeling disgusted him, and he again began to feel despair at the idea of living in these horrific conditions. He stuck his head out of the side of the Jeep and closed his eyes in gratitude as the harsh breeze pounded against his face, drowning out Abu's voice. He enjoyed the beating air until he felt several sharp pokes in his upper arm. Draco turned away from the blissful air and tried his hardest not to glare at Abu.

"Draco we will be there in about thirty minutes. You will be met by a young girl your age, and two of the villagers. The girl is the one who has come from around the same area you came for. She was assigned to come so that you would have someone familiar and around your age to explain the villagers and the way of living. She will be your...I can't remember the English word for it....an assistant I believe it is called, and will show you what to expect and what to do if certain situations shall arise...I am terribly sorry...I can't remember this girls name. It is very long and hard for me to pronounce...but anyways, she is a sweet, beautiful young lady. The children and even the adults love her to death. I'm sure you will too," he said with a sunny smile. Draco rolled his eyes and hung his head in its previous position outside the car, again enjoying the feel of the air blowing against his face. While he was lost in thought, he felt the ar jerk to a stop. Draco sat up straighter and glanced around in surprise. Standing, propped up against a tree was what looked like a small shack made with some kind of dirt. When they parked, Abu took the bag of figs, and jumped out of the side door. Draco slowly followed, only opening up the side door instead.

"ABUUU!!!" he heard a young boy scream, followed by the sounds of crunching leaves. When Draco looked over to see who had screamed, he was hit by a small object, barraling itself at top speed. Said small object had decided to wrap its tiny legs around his, and tighten its rms around his knee.

"What the bloody hell?" Draco yelled, looking down at his leg. The object that had wrapped itself around his legs was a little girl, who looked to be about four or five. Herskin was the same, rich chocolate complexion that Abu had, had unruly curly hair and was wearing a pink, too large Muggle shirt and dirty Muggle jeans. The little girls deep brown eyes sparkled with love and innocence, and her sunny smile was almost enough to make him break out in a grin.

"Hello sir!" The little girl squealed in delight. Draco, not used to so much energy like that, was unsure of how to react. So instead of pushing her off like a part of him wanted to, he let her hang on his leg and managed to fake a small smile.

"Adanna! Quit jumping all over new folks!" The young boy yelled, walking to Draco with his head down. The boy grabbed the little Adanna girl by the waist and pried her off his leg. He gently hoisted the little girl up. "You don't jump on new folks Adanna! You shake their hand!" The little boy, who looked to be around ten and much like the girl only wearing what looked like boxer shorts and a ratty green T shirt, looked up at Draco and held out his hand. "Welcome Mister," he said with a small, polite smile.

The boys nose and his right ear was missing, having what looked like clumps of scar tissue in their place. Large scars marred his face. Draco stepped back and stared at the boys defects in pure shock. A look of hurt flashed across the boys face, but was quickly replaced by the small smile.

"My name is Zuberi. Welcome to our village," he said, extending his hand out in offering. Draco was too horrified to even touch the little boy so instead, they stared each other down, each trying to read each the others thoughts. The boy had the hard, sad eyes of someone who had been through the depths oh hell and back, but his stance and posture spoke of a man who had fought hard in life. A part of Draco felt embarrassed staring at the boy as if he couldn't control himself. He was raised better than this! The boy slowly scanned Draco up and down, before gazing at him with a look that could only be described as pure adoration. "I'm glad you came Malaika," he said to him with a smile. Draco frowned at him.

"My name is Draco. Draco Malfoy. And you will call me by my name," Draco said, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to be nice to Muggles. The boy shook his head.

"No. You're Malaika," he said. "Neenee!" he cried. "Neenee! Come see Malaika!" A young woman standing next to Abu turned to look at Zuberi. The young woman had a light bronze skin, was wearing weird looking shorts, and a dirty white T shirt. She also had long mane of uncontrollable, frizzy hair one would have to be stupid not to recognize.

Hermione fucking Granger.

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