On the Wings of a Dragon
Another runaway!?
I stormed around my room. 'who the HELL did he think he was, the dark lord himself?? I refuse to get the dark mark. I refuse to become a death eater. I REFUSE to become him'
The only thing I didn't remember at that time was that if I refused to become a death eater I would probably be killed. I knew to much. I had gone to a few meetings. That alone gave me enough information to get at least 20 death eaters thrown into Azkaban. And I probably would have told except for one thing. My father. Or at least the man who called himself my father. I knew without being told that I would be killed if that many Death Eaters were thrown into Azkaban. They would know it was me. Many already doubted my loyalty. I was after all going to Hogwarts, home of the ring leader of the good side.
The only one who truly knew of my loyalties was my journal. That was the only risk I took. I had to write it somewhere. I would have gone mad if I couldn't tell anyone. I probably am mad. That's got to be the only reason I don't plan on joining the Death Eaters. I plan on joining Dumbledore. For one reason only. To avenge my mother. ( Sappy, really I know but she died trying to save me from my 'Father') That and because I can't stand the thought of killing innocent people.
That night at about 2 am I came to a decision. It was lunacy to even think about it but in my mind it was the only escape at the time. I was going to run away. I took only my wand, a sleeping bag that I transfigured from my quilt, some food and a bit of muggle money that I had.
The only way to get out of the house with out alerting someone of my movements was to fly. I figured I could turn my broom into something later and just stick it in my bag.
I went to Muggle London. That was the only place at the time I figured my father wouldn't look for me. At least not for a while anyway.
It was almost dawn and I couldn't risk flying over london during the day. I landed in a small alley behind some buildings. I was completely at a loss as soon as I stepped out onto the streets. There were so many people and cars. This was going to be one chaotic time if I decided to stay here.
'Oh well' I thought to myself. 'Its going to be this way in all big cities.'
So I trudged on through the crowd trying to look for an ideal place to stay or someone that had a job offer that I could take up. Under a different name, of course.
I had wandered around for most of the day. Only stopping to get a bite to eat and a map. I supposed that if I was going to stay in the city I might as well know where I am in it. After wandering until I couldn't walk because my feet were so sore I decided I might as well just find a doorstep that I could sleep on for the night. There was no way I could stay in a hotel. I had no money or ID.
I spent the night on the doorstep of an abandoned store in what looked like a less then ideal part of town. I honestly didn't care what I looked like or how much I degraded the family name. As long as I was away from that man and the Malfoy Manor. I had already spent many of my days sitting in the dungeons in the Malfoy Manor so I was used to lying on cement for long periods of time.
As much as I wanted to deny the fact that I had to do it I would have to find some way of paying for food. The only way I could think of at the time that didn't include giving a name or address was begging on the streets. So that what I did the next morning. I went into the main tourist area of London and asked people for change. At first not many people gave me anything. I suppose it was because I didn't look like I lived on the streets, but after about two days people started giving me some money. That was all fine and dandy but I never got enough to but much more than a cup of coffee.
I was starting to get used to living on the streets. Some times I wanted to go over to Diagon Alley but every time I remembered that if I went anywhere near there I was sure to be recognized by someone. Almost everyone in Diagon Alley could recognize a Malfoy from about a mile away. All because of the hair. Damn hair. I would be fine if it was only another colour. A more common colour.
I was pretty bored most of the time. I had bought a book at one point but lost it while running away from some guys that seemed to think I had stolen something from them.I gave up on buying books and decided I had to meet some other street kid and make some sort of alliance. My mother always used to say safety came in pairs, she was most likely right. As usual. I had noticed that many of the kids that lived in groups didn't get bothered as much as the kids who lived on their own.
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I spent about a month on the streets before I actually got around to checking out the groups of street kids. They seemed to be like cliques. Each group had a different style of making money and living. I decided to check out a group I had seen near on old abandoned theatre. They had a sort of shelter type thing to protect them from the weather and they always seemed to be having fun. I was walking past at one point and saw this really pretty looking girl sitting with the group. Somehow she looked really familiar. I don't know how seeing as I've never even been out into the muggle world except on my "Father's" business.
I had thought many times of selling the ring I had on my right middle finger. It wasn't very extravagant but it was solid white gold band that was woven through its self and had the most beautiful stone in the middle. It was sort of blood red, like a ruby except that it was cloudy and sometimes the red got so dark it almost turned black. It was really quite amazing.
The only reason I never sold it was, well, I couldn't take it off. I mean I could with soap and cold water. But if I did take it off I fainted and the stone in the middle glowed white. I figured this out a couple years ago when my father ordered that I give it to Pansy as a sort of engagement/promise ring. I was so incredibly glad I couldn't take it off. There was no way I was going to give that amazing a ring to some girl I was being betrothed to but completely and utterly hated.
I finally decided I was going to go up to the street kids that lived in by the theatre and ask if I could hang out around them. Just for a while anyway. Just until I could either go back to Hogwarts where at least I could be protected from my "Father" or until I could make my own way on the streets.
As I walked nearer to the group of kids I noticed a girl sitting on a sleeping bag. It was the same girl I had seen before. Her hair was almost straight but still a little wavy. Must have been curly at one point. She had these amazing cinnamon/chocolate coloured brown eyes. She also had a really nice body. I noticed that right away. A lot of the other kids were really skinny, so I guessed she hadn't been on the streets long. Something along that line anyway.
It started to get on my nerves. She looked so damn familiar but I couldn't place it.I decided I would talk to her later if these kids accepted me.
I was just approaching them when the girl looked up and gasped. As soon as she turned her head I realized where I knew her from, Hogwarts. It was Hermione.
Of all the people I could meet on the streets it had to be her. Damn she looked fine. She had placed her hand over her mouth when she gasped and I saw a ring on the middle finger of her right hand. It was almost the same as mine only slightly more extravagant. I wondered how she had prevented her friends from taking it from her. Maybe she had the same reason as me. She couldn't take it off.