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Notes: Okay, writing from a friends house, on notepad, this is just to sort of appease people...sorry for all the errors I just KNOW will be showing up in this ;.; all review thanks will be at the beginning of the next chapter, I promise!
CHAPTER 4
Draco had taken an extremely long time to heal, only able to spend a few days at home before his father found out about what he had done.
He had made his way to different houses, places he knew that would keep him safe from his father, no matter what he had done, granted they were few and very far between, but, what choice did he have?
He even lowered himself to hiding in a muggle city, becoming inconspicuous and dull in all the crowds.
Frankly, he was amazed, thoughts like Muggles are capable of this?flew through his mind, as he stared around at all the bright lights and listened to all the noise, it was intense, it was crazy, he loved it.
What would daddy dearest think of me now? He mused, as he walked around the strange areas, sneaking his way into stores and things, snitching what he needed. Sure the food was a little different, not all of it as fresh as he was used to, but he still liked it well enough.
He lived like this for a little over a week, until he realised that he would have to return to school very, very soon, two days soon, how the hell did he get back? Where was King's Cross from where he was? Would some sort of muggle informant know? Did muggles have any way of passing along information?
He walked hopelessy about the town, grocery stores, banks (wierd money muggles had), electonic stores (he had visitted one and been scared out when he pushed a button and blaring music had assaulted his ears), book stores (He had snitched a big book that he had liked from there, by some guy, J.R.R. Tolkien, it was split up sort ofhe had noted, a good read) and many mroe stores surrouned him, but nothing that looked like it might help him.
He finally made his way down a few alleys and along a street when he saw a mall, a big one, not Hogwarts big, but still big.
He openned one of the large glass doors, making his way down on e of the long hallways, nearly choking when he saw a booth at the end with a large sign reading INFORMATION CENTRE, thanking his lucky stars, he hurried up to it, two kind faced women sat behind it.
'Well hello there, may we help you?' The older of the pair, brown curly hair around a round face asked, smiling up at him.
'Well, yes actually, I am, er, rather new around here and I need to get to King's Cross, do you know the way there? Have a map maybe?'
She did, smiling, she showed him the directions, giving him a walk away copy so he wouldn't get lost. He thanked her, smiling back, a real smile, unusual but not unseen on his face.
Now he felt better, he had his wand, he was sure he could sneak out some schooling things somehow, Harry was safe, he hoped, and he knew how to get to where he needed to be, even having a map now to help him find his way about.
He walked all about the mall, now relaxed, looking in all the different shops, he found it fascinating, but, he was still feeling a little anxious, maybe he could spend the last two days in Diagon Alley? Seemed plausible.
He carefully looked over the map, complicated thing it was, before he went out one of teh malldoors and started searching for streets.
It took well over an hour, but finally he found his way to the Leaky Cauldron. 'Home sweet home.' He mumbled, well at least here, the few galleons, sickles and knuts in his pocket would be worth something around here.
He walked insideof the old place, walking over to theinn keep.
'Well, well, well, what can I dofor you Mister Malfoy?' Came thesubtley rude welcoming, Draco really didn't care.
'Just a house special please.' Hesaid in a tired voice, putting down the money. 'And abutterbeer if you have it.'
Blinking, the poor confused man hurried to get therequested food and drink, taking the money and giving him back the correct change.
Draco polished off the plate, having not eaten for the last day andonly an apple the day before.
When he was finished, he thanked the man again, surprising him even more.
'Now to see what else there is to do.' He said to himself, as he madehis way down the street.
I am sorry thisis so so short! ;.; Things happened, my friend insists on playing Ryzum, I insist on trying to kill him, next chappie much longer, I promise!
