A/N: Sigh Another chapter. I really am not in an enthusiastic mood right now. However, I will still write, because that's what I do. Rain or shine, in sickness and in health, because I have nooooo life.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Geez, I really am unenthusiastic. I'm not even writing and interesting disclaimer.

Update: I am energetic!!!!!!!!!!! Now at least!!!!!!!!!! Oh and I have decided to fill in those of you who do not know who the blond teen is in this chapter.

The next time the blond teen awoke he felt himself floating through the air, and he wasn't on a broomstick. The box landed on the ground. He hit his arm, his elbow, and the rest of his right side, before he was thrown out of the box.

His father stared at him, and the boy stared back. Then the boy's father came charging at him. The teen stood up, and began to run. However, his father was too quick, and caught up to him. The blond's father wrapped his arm around the his neck, and began to squeeze.

" Thought you could hide from me did you," The father asked, throwing the teen to the ground. " I'll teach you." The man pointed a long, wooden, black wand at the boy. " Crucio!"

The boy's body began to twitch as familiar pain coursed through his entire body. He felt like his bones were on fire. He screamed, and hoped that his tortured screams would quench his father's thirst for causing pain. The pain lifted.

" You...," The teen boy began. However, the words would not come out. He rolled over, and threw up on the floor.

" I what," His father asked walked to him. " What were you going to say?" As the boy's father said the last word he planted a kick in the boy's stomach. " Were you going to tell me to stop?" Another kick, this time to the head. " Face it boy, I am the stronger man here." His father picked him up, and threw him against the wall.

The teen slid down, his feet touched the floor, and his knees buckled. He stood up, and faced his father. His father glared at him, and punched him. Then kicked him. The blond stood again. His father slapped him with the back of his hand. Still the boy stood. His father punched, kicked, slapped, kneed. Did what ever he could to cause the boy pain.

The teen knew he had to get out of there. He would have to carry out the plan the best he could. The only thing that had changed was that he had been found. However, his father had succeeded in getting the boy closer to his room.

" Tell me boy," His father said walking toward him. " What were you going to say? Were you going to tell me to go to hell? Hm?"

" No," The blond said preparing to run. " I was going to tell you that I am not going to let you hurt me anymore." With this the boy took off to his room. He opened the door, and closed it. His father had put thirteen locks on the door and the window. If he unlocked any of them they would go off, making a lot of noise to warn his father. The boy locked them all, and began to pack.

" Boy," His father yelled from outside the door. The sound of the doorknob jiggling was heard. " I see. Alohamora!" The teen still packed. The knob jiggled again. " Alohamora!" The boy did not stop, he began to pack more quickly. The knob, again, jiggled. " Alohamora! Alohamora! Alohamora! Alohamora!" The boy finished packing, and dragged his trunk to the door, and waited by the wall. The doorknob jiggled once more. " Alohamora! Alohamora! Alohamora! Alohamora! Alohamora! Alohamora!" The knob jiggled. " ALOHAMORA!"

The doorknob turned, and the door flew open. The boy's father had gone right past him. The boy quietly left the room, and began to run to the fireplace. He opened an old pot, and grabbed a hand full of flew powder. He walked into the fireplace, and threw the powder onto the ground. Green flames licked at his feet.

" BOY," His father's voice roared. " DONT YOU DARE LEAVE..." The door burst opened. " DRA-" However, he was cut off by his son.

" The Leakey Cauldron," The boy yelled. The flames rose, and the boy began to spin madly, then, suddenly, he stopped.

" Hello there," The voice of Tom, the owner, said. " Are you wishing to...dear lord. What happened to you child?" The blond boy tried to stand, but could not.

" Whoa, whoa, whoa. You stay sitting. Tell me your name. I'll get you a room, you can pay me later."

" My name is Malfoy," The blond boy said. " Draco Malfoy. I..." However, before he could finished he passed out. Tom flipped through a registration book, and found that there was one room left. He flipped to the forms, and filled one out.

Name: Malfoy, Draco

Room #: 11

Stay:

Owed:

After he was finished he brought Draco up to his room, and placed him on his bed so that he could rest. Then Tom shook his head. The poor boy looked as though he had been beaten very bad.

Draco woke several hours later he sat up and looked around. He wasn't sure where he was. He decided to find out. He left the room and walked down the stairs. When he spotted Tom talking animatedly with some wizards he remembered. Tom looked up and spotted Draco.

" Ah, Mr. Malfoy," Tom said waving for Draco to come to him. " Come, come." Draco did. He walked over, and sat down. " I trust you are satisfied with your room." Draco nodded shyly. " Good, good. I took the liberty of withdrawing some money for you." Draco eyed him suspiciously. " Don't worry. If you think I stole any of it, you can ask a goblin at the bank how much of your account I withdrew, then you can count your money."

" I trust you," Draco said taking out his money bag. " By the way, how much do I owe you so far?" Tom smiled at him. Draco looked down at the table, no longer wishing to look at him.

" Seven Sickles," Tom said. " That will cover for your room. At least until tomorrow." Draco nodded, then took out the money, and handed it to him.

" Thank you," Draco murmured quietly. Tom nodded. Draco stood up, and walked to the stairs. " I'm going to go upstairs." Tom waved at Draco's back. He turned back to the wizards he had been talking to.

" So where were we," Tom asked them. One of the wizards opened him mouth to inform him, but was interrupted by a Bang! Which announced the arrival of Lucius Malfoy. Tom leaned over to one of the wizards, and whispered into his ear. " Go fetch the ministry." The man nodded, and quickly dissaperated. Lucius walked over to Tom, and slammed his hands down onto the counter.

" Where is my son," Lucius demanded in his cold voice. His gray eyes glaring into Tom's blue ones. (A/N: I'm guessing -)

" Your son," Tom asked. " I don't believe I know who it is you are talking about sir." Lucius grabbed Tom's shirt.

" Where is my son," He repeated. " I want to know where my son Draco Malfoy is. Tell me!" He released Tom from his grip. Tom grabbed the registry book, and began to flip through it,

" I am sorry," Tom said, putting the open book down. " But there is no one here by that name." Lucius cocked an eyebrow at him.

" Really," Lucius said in a mock interested voice before grabbing the registry book. He looked down at the names, and found Draco's names. " Room eleven. Thank you." Lucius dropped the book, and headed up the stairs. He disappeared into room eleven just before a hoard of Ministry officials apparated in at the bar.

" The escaped criminal is in room eleven," Tom said pointing up the stairs. The ministry officials nodded before running up the steps to the room.

A/N: That was a looooooooong chapter. I hope you liked it. Some questions, if there were any, were answered in this chapter I hope. I you have any unanswered questions feel free to review.