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Chapter 33

Abbey jumped in surprise when the nursery door burst open and Draco rushed in, looking exremely fretful.

"What's the matter?" Abbey asked, getting worried.

"Father is plotting with Voldemort to take Colin!" he blurted, not knowing how to put it any other way.

Abbey stared at him, dumbstruck.

"What?" she replied finally.

"They're going to take Colin!" Draco yelled impatiently.

"But--" Abbey stumbled, "How do you know?"

"I heard Father talking to Voldemort when I went over there," Draco said hurriedly, "Voldemort's head was in the fire, and they were talking about taking Colin away from us!"

"But--why?"

"I don't know!"

"When were they planning on taking him?"

"Soon!" Draco cried, exasperated, "Voldemort kept telling my father to wait just a little longer…that they didn't want to take Colin away too soon, or something."

"Well…" Abbey glanced anxiously down at her son in her arms, "what do we do?"

"We leave!" Draco exclaimed, "Now!"

"But--but--where are we gonna go?" Abbey asked uneasily.

"I don't know," Draco replied, "But we have to go as soon as possible because Father is stopping by later this week, and I don't want to be here when he comes!"

Abbey continued to mumble, not finishing any of her sentences. She began to pace, Colin still in her arms.

"We could go to the Burrow," she suggested feebly.

"No, he'd look for us there," Draco replied, shaking his head.

"Well then…" Abbey shrugged, "where?" Now it was Draco's turn to start pacing. He frowned in concentration.

"We'll have to move to a place where he can't find us," he muttered finally. He turned to Abbey, "We can't tell anyone where we are."

"I guess so," Abbey replied quietly.

"Now come on, we have no time to lose."

Abbey clutched Colin to her chest as the train glided smoothly down its tracks. She gazed across the compartment at Draco, who was gazing out of the window moodily. She had convinced him that they should use Muggle transportation, so as to lessen the chances of being seen by anyone connected with Lucius or Lord Voldemort. He had argued for a long time, but finally gave in.

So, dressed like Muggles, here they were, on a train into the heart of London. Abbey and Draco had agreed to lose themselves in the bustle of the city, so that they would be harder to find.

Abbey continued to gaze at Draco as Colin fell asleep in her arms. She had been surprised to see how quick he was in protecting Colin. She figured that Draco had been brought up to think highly of Lord Voldemort, so wouldn't he have wanted to aid in Voldemort's plans? She spoke these thoughts to Draco, who tore his gaze from the window and stared at her.

"You're right," he replied, "I was always taught that Lord Voldemort was to be respected and admired." He paused, looking back out the window, "And I did. But when I heard my father talking to him about taking Colin away…" Draco paused again, his eyes distant.

"Lucius talked about it as if it was nothing to him," Abbey finished calmly. Draco's gaze snapped back to her, and his eyes were wide for a moment. "He didn't care if it was his own grandson he was planning on kidnapping," she added. Draco gave a feeble nod.

"He sounded so heartless," he muttered, "like he always does." Draco then gave a small, flat laugh, "I don't know why I'm telling this to you."

"Because I'm your wife."

Fugitives on the run! Hope you liked it, and thanks so much for reading!

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