Chapter Two- Detour by Draco

At about the same time many miles away laid a manor deep within the heavy forests of England. All was quiet as the house sat quite secluded, and all but one light was turned off from the night, and into the morning hours. A tall dangly boy of a about seventeen reside there along with his mother, and on this very evening found himself lying quite peacefully on his bed, with his long blonde hair gently caressed against his fair face, and all that was shown on his cold, pointed face was the look of worry, the look of heavy concern.

Draco was in fact a Malfoy, and the son of Lucius Malfoy to be exact. With this knowledge he knew the reputation to with hold. It was very simple, and yet always slightly overlooked in such a way that Draco found himself always reading up on what it was to be exactly a Malfoy descendent, or a Malfoy gentleman. Malfoy's, like his father, were very strapping young gentlemen who carried their presence in such a manner that it was always warningly embraced with any given room they were placed in. They were to know about all their was to know about being the sophisticated, of the sophisticated, and you were to be well educated in every area of study from Transfiguration all the way to the study of the Dark Arts. This was very crucial for a Malfoy, and it was also crucial to be the best at everything they tried to succeed in, but what was the most important aspect of becoming a true Malfoy was to be amongst the best, and with the best it meant with the best in the Dark Arts.

Draco also had hoped he would earn his name as a true Malfoy, and in so doing learned, and acted upon all he could in being what his father labeled as the 'perfect' Malfoy when truly, it was to learn how to be exactly like his father. His father, who would break his arm repetitively until he would learn a hex, or charm right. His father, who killed millions of innocent lives just to be looked as a worthy servant of a man who made a career of killing innocent lives. At the moment, he really didn't know what he exactly wanted out of his life, but what he did know was that he was afraid.

If anything he should have been exhilarated. He took part into killing a wizard that all other wizards feared to duel, even stand up against. He even helped change Hogwarts and the Wizardry World as he once new it. Draco didn't understand why he felt so disgusted, and so unworthy. With what he did do, he was sure his father would proudly praise him for his work, but Draco found himself asking the same question over, and over again. If he was like his father, why couldn't he kill Albus Dumbledore?

He was there, right in front of the man who was labeled as the best next to Voldemort. His wand was placed right at his chest, and yet he didn't have the heart to do it. He failed the Dark Lord, and his father. So what would be next for him? Sighing heavily he sat up from his position upon his pillow and looked out the window right next to his bed. Much peace came to him just from looking out that very same window. He remembered nights when he was alone in his room after being hurt by his father, or cursed, and just glanced out this window wishing there was more to his life then what he had. Even though he felt as though he wished at times his life would end, he surprisingly felt at peace every time his eyes looked out his window. The moons gentle beams gleamed over all of the trees, and the cool summer winds blew through his thick sleek hair.

He had in fact changed within the past could of weeks, and with his mother being very close by to him, she even took notice with it, and called him a,' True young Man.' He had in fact gotten slightly taller, and his hair grew right to his shoulder blades still giving off the same light blonde roots.

After he looked out for quite a long period of time he felt his head suddenly droop, and his eye lids become slightly heavy which gave him the notion to get some sleep, or at least try. It had been quite a long time since he had fallen into what you would call a deep sleep, and he longed for it. As he was about lie down on his pillow, a black hawk appeared in front of his window. Now this was very odd to Draco. He thought at first it might have been Pansy, but she in fact only sent letters at around 11:00 before she drifted to sleep, and the time clearly read 3:30 in the morning. Who could it be at this hour?

Quite puzzled, he opened his window, and finding a parchment tied to the hawks foot, he slightly pulled it off the hawk, and shut his window as he just stared at the bird, and then to the parchment. Shortly after, the bird took off, and all that was left in the room was Draco and the folded parchment addressed to him. As he analyzed the writing he realized who it was from, and felt his heart leap about 10 beats ahead of himself. It was from Snape…. But why would he send him a letter? Snape wouldn't risk that…or would he? Pausing for a moment, he wondered if he should open it, but feeling it seemed very urgent as it was so late in the night, he decided to open it. The letter read:

Draco,
I send you this warning only because I promised your mother I would try to keep you alive as long as I could. You have failed the Dark Lord, and this he knows. He has become very angered by your failed attempt to kill the old Headmaster, and has sent your father as the leader to attack the manor not to much longer then when this letter was sent, and to kill you and your mother. I send this to give you warning, and instruction into saving your life. Send a letter quickly to Remus Lupin, and ask for aid. Tell him to meet you in your forest behind your house with some reinforcements, and get yourself, and your mother out of there quickly. Waste no time for your father should be there shortly, and he will give no mercy.
Good Luck,
Snape

Draco slowly dropped the parchment, and froze. His own father was sent to kill him, and his mother. What hurt him was that he was willing to do it, and just so he could get in good spirits with the Dark Lord. He did exactly what Snape asked, and wrote a letter quickly to Remus Lupin. He wasn't sure if Snape was setting him and Remus in a trap, but he could take no chances. He had to protect his mother if that was the only noble thing he did. Once he was done, he ran over to his bird cage to grab his owl, and tied the parchment to its leg. Once that was done, he told the bird Remuses name and the bird was off.

Now all was left was to get his mother. With this he ran. He found himself out the door so quickly that he heard it slam against the wall behind him, and the wind from his speed blew against his face brushing his hair back. He ran down his hallway and slowed to a complete stop as he reached his mothers door. He was in a way, afraid of what he would see. Ever since his father was placed in Azkaban, and Draco was sent by the Dark Lord she began to drink, and not just a little bit of a fire whiskey, but three bottles a night were down in her stomach. He really hated finding her hung over, or simply sprawled out on the floor, but he need to get her out. Gently opening the door, to his relief he found her fast asleep in her bed all snug under her blanket.

Quickly, and urgently he walked over to her bed, and began to tap her shoulder to awaken her. At first it didn't seem as to if she was to wake up, but then within about a minute her eyes opened giving a very swollen look, and her eyes then showed her to be very confused.

"Draco?" she questioned, and slowly sat herself up," What's the matter?"

Draco sighed and started to pick her from her bed, "Mum, Snape just sent a letter. We need to leave the house immediately. So, please… hurry." Urgently he looked to her, and when she saw how distressed he was, she knew it wasn't good. "Okay, well let me get a sweater real fast…" "No!" he interrupted. "You don't understand, Deatheaters are going to be here with dad. Mum," he knelt his head low, and spoke softly, "Dad is sent to kill us."

Narcissa teared as she looked at her sons face, and began to cry. "That can't be possible; it's your father for goodness sakes. Surely he won't… I mean… You, you led them to Albus, you helped kill him." Draco looked up and wiped her face from her fallen tears, "Yeah… but I didn't kill him."

Narcissa smiled slightly as her son gently wiped away her tears, and then straitened up becoming very alarmed. "I will not have that man kill you. He can kill me all he wants, but not his son. Come on."

With this action they moved. Quickly they ran through the hallways and down a couple flights of stairs before they reached the study room. Draco became quite puzzled by then entering the study room, and as he shut the door behind him, locking it with his wand he watched as his mom removed a rug from the floor, and opened a trap door which led somewhere down below.

"What the?" He asked, but suddenly he was silenced as he heard footsteps in the nearby hallway. Motioning over quickly by his mother, he ran over to her and looked down into a cellar.

"Draco, I had this made long ago just in case we needed it, and sure enough it came into use. Go, and follow the cellar. It should lead you right into the woods where you can run. Please Draco," she called and caressed his face, "Run for your life, and save yourself. I'll come shortly after. I want to make sure they can't find you."

Draco really didn't like the idea of leaving his mother, but he did what she asked. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek giving a tight hug, and then descended down into the cellar. It was quite dark, but with his wand he muttered 'lumos' and he started down the dark path. He didn't know where it would lead, but what he knew was that wherever it was, he would be okay. Some how, he knew he would be okay.

Cissa shut the trap door right as he descended, and pulled the rug over it so it couldn't be found.

"Narcissa?" called a mans voice from the room next door, and she ran towards the fireplace holding up her wand to defend herself. She could clearly depict the voice, and sure enough she was right, it was Lucius her husband.

Lucius walked through the front doors followed closely behind by Bellatrix, and many others to succeed in what they were sent to do. Lucius new very well in what must be done, and really it was not hard task at all. He was sent to kill, and that he was made to do. Just because Draco was his only son, and Cissa his wife, he had not sorrow, or compassion for either. He needed to regain himself before the Dark Lord, and with his masters test, he took the challenge.

Having an inkling to where his wife might be, he opened a study door, and found her by the fire place holding up her wand with anger surging through her body. He chuckled slightly, and looked around.

"Cissa," he commented and shook his head, "I never thought I would see the day when you would stand up to me with a wand in your hands… now, to make this simple, where is our son, and I can just kill you both together. Fast and simple."

Narcissa just glared as she watched her husband gloat before her. She hated him, no she despised him, and he wasn't going to touch Draco. Not now, not ever. " Give it up Lucius, just kill me now, and be done with it, but not Draco, not our son."
Lucius walked over slowly not giving any notion of attack, and grabbed her throat to choke her, "Quit wasting my time wench, where is he?" he yelled, but when she did not answer, he threw her to the ground, "Quit being so pathetic Cissa, it really is making me sick. Now, I will ask you again, where is he?"

Narcissa just looked up at him and shook her head, "You won't find him, and when you do, he'll be long gone from here."

Enraged Lucius took his wand and yelled crucio at her. She yelped all over in pain, and at the moment he didn't care in the slightest. "Fine Cissa, the hard way…" He waited for a few moments leaving the curse hit every limp bone in her body, and then stopped it as she laid passed out on the ground. Quickly following the scene Bella arrived wide eyed as she watched her sister below.

Lucius glanced at Bella once , and then smiled," He's around here somewhere... have the others search the house. He couldn't have gotten too far from us." and with his last comment he stared at his wife for a moment, and walked out of the room letting his cloak swoosh behind him.

Draco reached the end of the tunnel, and when he saw people ahead he pulled his wand out in front of him to defend himself, "State who you are!" He yelled, and in doing so the figure walked closer lowering his hood, and there stood a man with quite a scared face, and grey hair giving a small smile towards him, "Relax my friend, we are here now."