Draco ran through the forest, careless of his increasingly tangled hair and his clothes, which were on their way to becoming tattered rags. As he ran, looking fearfully over his shoulder at intervals, he tripped over a thick root that was jutting out of the ground.
He landed on the dirt packed ground with a loud thud. It felt like he had broken a rib but he got up again, after all, what was a broken rib compared to being in prison for life, to the humiliation?
Finally, his clothes barely there (a/n: Yum ^_^) and soaked through, Draco collapsed in a shady glade. He sank onto the springy grass and leaned against a convenient tree that sheltered him from the driving rain.
A cat walked out from behind him, meowing in anger,seeming to say,"Hey buddy! I was here first!"
"So sorry, I didn't see you there." Draco said to it, too worn out to realize he was apologizing to a cat. He began to stroke its dappled fur, but exhausted as he was, he slumped forward, his hair falling in golden feathers over his eyes. He was soon fast asleep, his hand falling from the fur. His thin shoulders rising up and down were the only indication that he was breathing.
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Ginny sat next to the pond, her feet dangling in the cold water. She sighed, tilting her head up to the sun, her red hair touching the ground. She sighed again; finally she had a break from the hustle and bustle that was currently her house. It was like when they had won the Grand Prize Galleon Drawing all over again-except there was more money rewarded to them.
As she leaned back and let her muscles relax, she thought of the sudden good fortune that had left them with riches that rivaled the Minister's.
Her father, her dear sweet father, had captured one of his strongest spies and because of it Voldemort had lost a lot of the influence he had from within the Ministry.
They had gained the money that had originally been the Malfoy's. She felt sort of sad for Draco; after all, he hadn't necessarily been involved in the Dark Arts. (She had never met Draco face-to-face) All they had on him were suspicions that he had been practicing that kind of thing.
Just then, a cat twined across and over her legs. It meowed, looking up into her face. "Hi, little kitty. Where did you come from? "
The cat seemed to have expected this question. It went into the woods, and when Ginny didn't follow it came back. It ran back towards the forest and looked at Ginny expectantly, silently urging her to follow it.
Ginny followed, curious to find what the cat so urgently wanted her to find. They went on for a while, the trees dappling her skin, making it akin to the cat's fur.
Finally they entered a clearing, a man was slumped against the tree in slumber.. At least she thought it was a man, until she went closer for a closer inspection. She kneeled down, studying the young boy: he wasn't asleep, he was unconcsious, one of his ribs seemed to be broken and he wasn't breathing too easily.
She smoothed the hair back from his forehead, her gentle heart crying out at the vicious looking scratches marring his pale face.
The wizardess became worried after she tried to wake him up and he didn't budge. She yelled at him, shook his shoulder gently then shook it harder. She opened his eye and all he did was shift away from her.
Maybe he's in a coma, the thought flashed through her mind. She said to the cat, " Now, I want you to watch him and wait for me to come back with help." Normally, she would've felt stupid, talking to a cat, but this cat seemed quite intelligent, after all it had led her to this man. She ran back through the forest, her red hair streaming behind her....
A/n: What will happen to Draco? Will he be taken into custody after he's been healed? Will Ginny be able to find help in time? And finally, where did this cat come from??? To learn all the answers to these questions, please review and if I get enough, I'll upload the 4th chapter ASAP.
He landed on the dirt packed ground with a loud thud. It felt like he had broken a rib but he got up again, after all, what was a broken rib compared to being in prison for life, to the humiliation?
Finally, his clothes barely there (a/n: Yum ^_^) and soaked through, Draco collapsed in a shady glade. He sank onto the springy grass and leaned against a convenient tree that sheltered him from the driving rain.
A cat walked out from behind him, meowing in anger,seeming to say,"Hey buddy! I was here first!"
"So sorry, I didn't see you there." Draco said to it, too worn out to realize he was apologizing to a cat. He began to stroke its dappled fur, but exhausted as he was, he slumped forward, his hair falling in golden feathers over his eyes. He was soon fast asleep, his hand falling from the fur. His thin shoulders rising up and down were the only indication that he was breathing.
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Ginny sat next to the pond, her feet dangling in the cold water. She sighed, tilting her head up to the sun, her red hair touching the ground. She sighed again; finally she had a break from the hustle and bustle that was currently her house. It was like when they had won the Grand Prize Galleon Drawing all over again-except there was more money rewarded to them.
As she leaned back and let her muscles relax, she thought of the sudden good fortune that had left them with riches that rivaled the Minister's.
Her father, her dear sweet father, had captured one of his strongest spies and because of it Voldemort had lost a lot of the influence he had from within the Ministry.
They had gained the money that had originally been the Malfoy's. She felt sort of sad for Draco; after all, he hadn't necessarily been involved in the Dark Arts. (She had never met Draco face-to-face) All they had on him were suspicions that he had been practicing that kind of thing.
Just then, a cat twined across and over her legs. It meowed, looking up into her face. "Hi, little kitty. Where did you come from? "
The cat seemed to have expected this question. It went into the woods, and when Ginny didn't follow it came back. It ran back towards the forest and looked at Ginny expectantly, silently urging her to follow it.
Ginny followed, curious to find what the cat so urgently wanted her to find. They went on for a while, the trees dappling her skin, making it akin to the cat's fur.
Finally they entered a clearing, a man was slumped against the tree in slumber.. At least she thought it was a man, until she went closer for a closer inspection. She kneeled down, studying the young boy: he wasn't asleep, he was unconcsious, one of his ribs seemed to be broken and he wasn't breathing too easily.
She smoothed the hair back from his forehead, her gentle heart crying out at the vicious looking scratches marring his pale face.
The wizardess became worried after she tried to wake him up and he didn't budge. She yelled at him, shook his shoulder gently then shook it harder. She opened his eye and all he did was shift away from her.
Maybe he's in a coma, the thought flashed through her mind. She said to the cat, " Now, I want you to watch him and wait for me to come back with help." Normally, she would've felt stupid, talking to a cat, but this cat seemed quite intelligent, after all it had led her to this man. She ran back through the forest, her red hair streaming behind her....
A/n: What will happen to Draco? Will he be taken into custody after he's been healed? Will Ginny be able to find help in time? And finally, where did this cat come from??? To learn all the answers to these questions, please review and if I get enough, I'll upload the 4th chapter ASAP.