Demented Chapter Number Fifteen)

"Oh, dear blessings, my son isn't eating." It was a fine evening back in Surrey, and the now-conscious Petunia was staring at Draco in mortal fear.

"It's your favorite, dear, mashed liver and onions stew."

"I'm not eating, you psychotic chicken", replied Draco as he threw his napkin down on the table and made to leave.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!" Screamed Petunia at once. Her eyes widened as she ran after the waddling boy. Vernon just told her,

"It's no bloody use, let the boy go..."

"But Vern, he needs his strength! Where will he be without his six proper daily meals!"

"I'll tell you where I'll be," said Draco as he slung a traveler's knapsack o'er his shoulder. "Miles away and several hundred pounds lighter." With a feminine wave of his hand in his hair, he unhinged the door and threw it aside, ready to begin his journey to Hogwarts.