Chapter 3-What Have I done?

Disclaimer: U know the drill, all characters you recognise here belong

to JK Rowling and the songs belong to Herbert Kretzer. No 'Notre-Dame

de Paris' songs this time.

A/N: third chapter! I'm sorry if it's crap. Thing is, I can have a

good idea for the start and end of a story-I already know how this

one ends-it's just trying to fill in the bits in the middle! Any ideas

will be welcome! Again, plz no flames, constructive criticism only.

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"OOF!" Draco fell with a thud. He stood up carefully, shaking his

head to get rid of the wooziness. He laughed out loud, hardly believing

that the old fool had bought his story. Looking around him, Draco

guessed that he was in the red light district of Paris although he

couldn't rightly say what time frame.

"Excuse me, what year it is?" He asked a passing couple.

"1482, sir." the man replied.

"Do you by chance know of anywhere I can stay? I don't have any

money."

"No money? In that case you should go to Notre-Dame and claim sanctuary,

like the other gypsies." the woman said. Draco thanked her and began

walking, trying to ignore the prostitutes tempting him as he passed.

prostitute 1

#Lovely ladies

Waiting for a bite

Waiting for the customers

Who only come at night#

prostitute 2

#Lovely ladies ready for the call

Standing up or lying down

Or any way at all

Bargain prices up against the wall!#

prostitute 3

#Lovely ladies

Waiting in the dark

Ready for a thick one

Or a quick one in the park#

Prostitute 4

#Long time, short time

Any time, my dear

Cost a little extra if you want to take all year

Quick and cheap is underneath the pear!#

"No, thank you." Draco said. He laughed at their attempts. It would

take a lot more than that to interest him. But the next voice did

catch his attention, but not for the the reason he would have thought.

young prostitute

#Lovely ladies

Going for a song

Got a lot of callers

But they never stay for long.#

She was barely thirteen! Draco paused in front of her.

"Do you not have a home?" He asked her.

She nodded "of course I have. I live with everyone else you see

here."

"How long have you been doing this?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"One year." She said. Draco nodded. He'd thought as much. "how

old are you?"

"twelve." The girl replied.

Draco was horrified. He took the young girl's hand. "you don't

have to do this, you know. There are people who will help you, surely!"

The girl stared at him. "That may be so where you're from but here

it's either this or live as a gypsy. Besides, it's easy money." She

turned away from him but Draco didn't move. "If you're not wanting

my services, would you please move away as you're scaring off potential

customers!" She said impatiently.

Stunned at her words, Draco turned away and began walking again.

What a life to have to live. To have to sell your body at such a young

age just to keep a roof over your head and have food in your stomach.

And this was what he was unleashing Voldemort on. He would skin them

alive, regardless of their plight! Draco shook his head. Much as he

detested muggles at the best of times he couldn't allow Voldemort

destroy this world as he undoubtedly would. These people had enough

problems as it was.

But just as he was going to turn back, Draco felt a searing pain

on his back, where his Dark Mark was. Voldemort. He was here. Draco's

Mark burned again, more fiercely this time, forcing Draco to his knees.

The pain eventually subsided and Draco shakily got to his feet. He

had to find Harry, he had to warn him.

Suddenly Draco heard a scream from the alley he had just left.

Turning around he gasped at what he saw. Hovering just above the roof

tops, wreathed in green smoke, was a giant skull with a snake protruding

from it's mouth like some kind of horrendous tongue. The mark of Voldemort.

Which only meant one thing. Someone was already dead. Oh my God. Draco

thought, backing away.

Draco

#What have I done

Sweet Jesus, what have I done?

Came here like a thief in the night!

Now they're like dogs on the run!

Have I fallen so far

And is the hour so late

That nothing remains but the cry of my hate

The cries in the dark that nobody hears

Here where I stand at turning of the years.#

"I have to warn Harry." Draco said to himself. Saying that he turned

and started walking, his heart full of guilt and dread.

A/N: ok, so what do you think? Sorry the starts been so slow, but

I promise it will get more exciting from here on in. Also, I think

my summary is a bit misleading, saying that it's told through Oliver's

eyes. Although it's him telling the story at the beginning, it's not

told through Oliver's POV. So, sorry for those who were looking for

an Oliver Wood story.

But they never stay for long.#