This world and it's characters is not owned by me in any way, thery belong to J.k Rowling, and Harry and Darco belong to eachother, the only thing that's mine is the plot and blah blah blah...you know the rest and I'm sure you don't want to hear it again so here you go...
Warning: this is Slash, meaning sexual realtionships between two guys. If you do not like this then leave now and don't bother to read it. Also includes muggle torture and rape (non-graphic) and a cross dressing Draco, if you're okay with that then here you go, have fun...
Harry Potter awoke with a start as an unpleasant noise pierced the air of the night's silent darkness in his cramped little room on privet drive. He sat up in bed rubbing his eyes as the sound came again, this time clear and unmuffled by sleep. Harry's eyes snapped open; he threw the covers off of himself and jumped out of bed reaching automatically for his glasses and wand. He was now again surrounded by silence as he creeped towards his door, pressing a tentive ear to the hard wood surface, hoping terribly that the sounds he had heard where just fading dreams.
A few moments later the dark haired boy started to relax a bit, the uninterrupted silence floating around him, almost in a suffocating manner. Then he heard it.
"Avada Kedavra!" a voice sounded coldly from the bottom floor of the house followed by a shriek and a ragged sob. Harry began to open the door, and then thought better of it. He returned to the darkness of his room, grabbed his invisibility cloak, throwing it over himself, and silently resumed opening the door, sliding out of the crack and into the darkened hallway.
He heard a rustle from downstairs and a whispered command of "Tie and gag the boy, hold the women and silence her", with that there was a faint whisper and a flash of green light that echoed faintly on the wall opposite where Harry stood at the head of the staircase. Without thinking, the boy made his way downstairs to investigate the intrusion of his sleep, still drowsy from just being woken. But when he got downstairs and peered into the living room from behind a door left carelessly ajar, He shot wide awake and felt all the sleep drain out of him, as the color on in his face.
The boy leaned back heavily against the wall as if he might blackout, arms clutching at the flat surface as if searching for a grip. His heart skipped a beat and he stood utterly frozen not daring to move or even breath. In the Dursley's living room, eight heavily cloaked and hooded figures surrounded the three Dursleys, peering at them through white masks. Vernon Dursley's body lay limp on the floor looking, for all accounts, dead. His son, Dudley, lay next to him bound and gagged, looking utterly terrified, his eyes wide in fear and unblinking, sparkling as tears found their way to them.
Two of them where holding Aunt Petunia, her wide and terrified eyes where filled with tears as well. The bottom half of her face was coated in thick green threads that where splayed across her mouth resembling a mutated spider's web. She was staring at one of the deatheaters who had his wand pointed at her face, supposedly the caster of the gagging spell.
"Quick, you, find the boy!" Harry heard someone hiss from his position outside the door "We need not waste anymore time, stun him, bring him here. Then you may have your fun with the muggles as soon as we take him back to the manor" there was a pause then "Make sure you dispose of them when you are done" the voiced added warningly. Panic rose in the boy and his head screamed at him "You have to get out off here!!!" as he realized the immense danger he was in.
Harry toke one last glance toward the living room. The three remaining figures still surrounding the bodies on the floor laughed as one of them kicked Dudley hard in the stomach repeatedly, each kick harder then the last. Dudley's eyes meet Harry's for a brief second, then squinted shut as the hardest blow so far was dealt to his engorged and rapidly bruising gut. When Dudley opened them again he gazed at Harry pleadingly, eyes brimming with tears as a wand was pointed at him "I've had enough pounding that disgusting over-sized gut, lets just split it open and see what's inside" the voice behind the wand came, accompanied by snickers from the other masked figures.
A spell was muttered and a white flash shot out and seemed to slice through Dudley's stomach, tearing it open. A dark line formed across his exposed belly and soon dark red blood began to fill the wound and then it spilled over his skin flooding the pristine beige carpet, staining it and Dudley's shirt a dark shade of maroon. The blood began to gush as the gag stuck in his mouth muffled his tortured screams. At this Aunt Petunia fainted and her body fell lifelessly against the death eaters who released her in disgust. Harry turned away knowing there was nothing he could possibly do and feeling torn by that. Behind his back he heard the words "this should wake her up" he clenched his fists at his sides and ran up the stairs, the word "Crucio!" echoed behind him followed by Aunt Petunia's shrieks of pain which he cut off by closing the door to his room But when he closed his eyes he could see her body contorting and twisting unnaturally in the painful ways induced by the Crutacious Curse.
His mind was racing a mile a minute picturing the many possibilities for the end of this. Death eaters! Uncle Vernon dead. He had to get out, had to escape. Then Dudley' pleading eyes, begging to him, begging for mercy. Aunt Petunia's muffled cries. He couldn't leave them, no matter what they had done to him, they were still human, still his family. But he had to get out. What could he possibly do? They where coming.
The dark-haired boy grabbed his school bag, stuffed a set of robes inside along with his invisibility cloak and grabbed his broomstick from under the bed. As he opened the window and mounted his broom, another muffled scream reached his ears. Harry screwed his eyes shut trying to block out the voices in his head as the fierce inner battle raged inside him. They were screaming that he couldn't just leave Dudley and Aunt Petunia at the mercy of deatheaters!!! But he was halfway out of the window, already mounted on his broom ready to leave this place forever. Another muffled scream. Now it was drowned out by the screaming in his head getting louder and louder. "Coward!!!" the voice screamed harshly "you're no hero! You can't even save your own family! You're going to run away! COWARD!!" The voices where all swarming in his head, accusing, yelling, mocking, "Look at Harry Potter Savior of the wizarding world!! Nothing but a lousy mudblooded...."
"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled, his eyes snapping open, breaking off the sound of the accusing voices. All was quiet. Harry's head swam with guilt, anger, and panic, his brain raced to form a plan. When none was found, the boy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned away from the window muttering "fuck!" under his breath. He opened the door and before he knew it, remounted his broom at the top of the stairs clutching the handle fiercely with one hand and his wand with the other, ready and positioned. He shot down the stairs on his firebolt toward the living room. 'If they are looking for me here I am' he thought to himself 'One hell of a surprise they are gonna get'
The next thing he knew he was facing eight deatheaters, one who had fell out of the way as Harry zoomed in, about to head upstairs in search of him. Well here he was. He began throwing curses at them wildly, not bothering to take aim. Among them was "Stupify!" and "Petrificus Totalus!" as well as "Protego!" bouncing back the deatheaters attacks.
When all movement had stopped, Harry dismounted his broom and took in the state of the room. There was smoke from all the fired spells hovering in the air. Some fifteen black shrouded figures littered the floor, some dead from their own spells of "Avada Kedavra", some merely stunned. Fifteen. He had miscounted as eight. The rest must have been hiding...or more of them had come! The thought dawned on Harry like a wave of ice cold water had just been tossed in his direction. He wasn't safe here anymore. He had to leave. Now. More where coming and they all knew his whereabouts now.
Harry turned to see the last of his family heaped together on the floor of their living room. Dead. All dead. Dudley had died next to his father from the bleeding. Petunia was lying on her son in her tattered and ripped night gown, arms outstretched over his large body as if she was trying to protect him. He wondered faintly if that's how his mother had died as well. Aunt petunia was covered in Dudley's blood, which still flowed heavily out of his body and onto the carpet. It seemed all the blood in his body was trying to escape him and was emptying itself out on the floor as his body turned a pale shade of blue, his lips purple. That was probably the goal of the spell, Harry realized in horror mixed with great disgust and loathing. Harry checked their pulses. All three dead. The sick bastards. He had been too late.
Suddenly he heard the shuffling of many feet and whispered voices coming from outside. More. More of them. Harry thought. He was frozen to the spot and couldn't seem to move. They were coming. Coming for him. Harry turned his head towards the remains of the Dursleys. His head started to swim again. Then one of the stunned deatheaters stirred.
Harry ran. He ran up the stairs and into his room still clutching the firebolt, school bag slung over his shoulder. His only way out was the window. He could hear them approaching, there where so many of them and he had to get out. Now! He leapt onto the window sill, mounted his broom, and jumped into the air plummeting for a second before his broom rose into the sky and shot into off into the air. He raced off into the night as the approaching deatheaters filled the deserted Dursley home.
Draco Malfoy lay on his lavish dark green bedspread that rested upon his large four poster bed listing to his CD player muggle device. He stared up at the ceiling of the bad canopy strewn with green and silver hangings waiting for someone to come and drag him off into the dungeons.
It had become routine now. Everyday his father had come, pleading with him to change his mind and just apologize. After Draco's refusal he would be lead down to the dungeons for further "persuasion". After about a week of this his father had given up the pleading and a servant or another death eater would come to bring him to the dungeon at the master's command. He would go calmly, awaiting his punishment, it got worse every passing day and he wondered why voldemort didn't just give up. But he knew the answer to that. He was a Malfoy, a pure blood, an astonishingly skilled wizard; he was one of the few who weren't afraid or impressed by potter. But that wasn't really it though, he knew that too. Voldemort wanted him. But Draco would not give in. Never would he join that deranged madman.
The blonde Turned up the volume on the CD player, trying to drown out his thoughts in the heavy music. As he lost himself in the screeching guitars, pounding drums, screaming voices, and pulsing rhythm of the music, memories flooded back to him as he consciously reviewed for the hundredth time the events that had come to pass and what had actually happened to fuck up his life so bad.
He remembered how eager he had been in his young years, eager to please his father, believing every lie he told and following every order. He had never questioned his father. No never. His father was so proud and strong and as long as he was there everything would always go right. Nothing bad could happen under Father's watch. And Father was always watching of course. Telling him what to do, what to think, what to feel and believe. Who to be friends with even. He did not think for himself, he though like his father, what would father say, how would father act, how would father handle this.
His father was his hero. And in the summer of his fourth year he would met voledmort and make Father proud by making Their Lord like him too. And then in fifth year he would join Voldemort with his father. He would be just like him, strong and Powerful. But in the end of fourth year, when potter had come out of the triwizard tournament all torn up and carrying Cedric Diggory's dead body, He had been scared, truly scared and shaken. It was the first dead body he had ever seen in his life and I shook him up inside, though he masked his emotions so well, like Father.
He had only briefly known Cedric Diggory, but he had been a nice person. In Draco's first year, about the second day, he had gotten lost in the castle of Howgwarts and was walking blindly around the maze of the schools many hallways when Cedric came. Any other student would have been about ready to burst into tears, Draco would never admit it but he was too on the inside, the helplessness of being so small and lost in this huge castle was overwhelming but of course Draco masked his emotions. Diggory had seen Draco and asked him if he was lost. "Of course not!" he had replied hotly. Diggory had smiled with amusement as Draco silently fumed. "Well then, Mr....." "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" he answered proudly crossing his arms over his chest. He was a dwarf compared to Diggory who had always been very tall. 'well then Mr. Malfoy would you care to accompany me to lunch in the great hall?" he had asked politely with an amused grin. Draco had pretended to think about it and said "oh all right" in an annoyed and bored voice and Diggory lead the way to the great hall. Darco had been so greatful to him he even let an earnest thank you accidentally slip, but then quickly recovered with "for your company that is" Cedric had just smiled in that handsome amused grin and nodded "of course" he said. Draco had had a warm spot for Diggory since then.
When He died, Draco had silently mourned for the dead boy, he really had been such a wonderful person. He never though anyone would die. He didn't want anyone to die. Even Potter, who he had been told to hate. The uneasiness he felt when he saw Cedric's body tripled as he walked into Malfoy Manor that summer knowing he was expected to meet Voldemort. He felt the uneasiness and fear in the atmosphere of his home. His mother stayed locked in her rooms all summer. She detested Voldemort, she had confessed to him. He was close with his mother. And torn between his feelings about all this.
And then he was being led into the room where the great dark lord was. The second he had stepped through that door he began to panic, all the feelings of uneasiness and danger came back. The forewarning his instincts were giving him. And then the Dark Lord himself was upon him, looking him over, probing him, humming enthusiastically. Draco could not bear to look into this things eyes. He was supposed to obey this? He was supposed to devote his life to this.. This monster! He looked pathetic and disgusting. He ran a thin scaly hand down the side of Draco's face, wrenching an involuntary shiver from Draco. "Lovely, Lucious, just lovely....so pure and beautiful...fierce and powerful this one, arrogant as well, but we can fix that now can't we....yessss" the vile creature hissed. Suddenly the clawed and scaly hand grasped his chin and brought his face up so he had no choice but to look into those ghastly reptilian eyes. He flinched back at the feel of the clammy skin on his soft face.
At this Voldemort narrowed his eyes and he tightened his grip on the blonde's face, shriveled fingers digging into his pale skin "look at me boy!" he shrieked "will you obey me?!?" he said this as more of a command then a question and when Draco hesitated to answer then stammered, bile rising into his throat as the fowl breath ghosted across his face, the pathetic excuse of a man raised his hand at draco and slapped him across the face with such force that Draco nearly fell backwards. "WILL YOU OBEY ME!!!" voldemort demanded. "ye...." Draco stammered and caught the look of fear, alarm, and warning on Father's face "Yes, My lord, forgive me for my, of course I shall obey" he recovered. The hideous scaly creature before him relaxed a little and purred 'yes yes, that's what I thought my dear lovely Draco" as he ran another hand along Draco's cheek where he had struck him, now caressing him, "and I trust you know the consequences if you do not obey" he continued. "Of course my Lord" Draco replied, stifling his anger turned from the fear of the moment before and the outrage from the blow he had received. "Very well Draco, your are dismissed" he said "but please come see me shortly, I am...eager to know the latest addition to my army" he added purring. "Of course" Draco replied automatically, calmly exiting through the door.
The second he had escaped the room he ran toward his own chambers and released himself as he threw up into his toilet. He was so filled with loathing for that creature, vile disgusting creature. He wondered why anyone was scared of it, why they toke orders from it, and why they would follow such a horrid thing. He wondered why his father had just stood by and let that thing slap him and treat him that way, why had his father tolerated such treatment, but maybe Father thought he deserved to be punished. As they weeks of summer went by Draco avoided Voldemort as best as possible, hiding himself in remote parts of the Mansion or even outside when it seemed inside, Voldemort controlled everything.
As summer neared its end Draco found himself thanking God, he would be away from the vile creature he had hidden from through his entire break. As he walked into the manor one evening, back from a long walk in the hills and forests surrounding Malfoy Manor, Draco chanced upon an open door, just a crack open but still wide enough for him to hear what was going on in it. "But my lord..." cowarded a voice trembling with fear "I'm sorry, I give you my humblest apologize, she is just a women, an insignificant women master" the man pleaded. "I will tell her to keep quiet and remember her place, she was unwise to object to you my lord, very unwise, but she is ignorant and scared for her son, please forgive her" Draco peeked into the room; he was shocked to find the man trembling before voldemort on his knees pleading was Father. "Very well, very well Lucious" he replied "but she still must be punished, that vile stupid women, she has no brains Lucious, I don't know how you ever could have married her" the disgusting creature thought for a moment "40 lashes and a week of fasting in the dungeon should teach her her place" he said smugly, extending his hand to Father's face. He began planting kisses on the shriveled scaly claw "thank you my lord thank you" he groveled.
"as long as it doesn't happen again" he said, then began running his hand though father's thick blonde hair, petting him and caressing him "I've always favored you Lucious" he purred tugging on the blonde locks as a sign for him to stand up and face him, which He did anxiously. That disgusting creature leaned towards father caressing his hair and face...
I turned away and walk to my room, horror struck. I came to the conclusion, in the months that passed, that they had been discussing my mother that she had tried to protect me and that was her punishment. She knew it would be so horrible. I knew I did not EVER want to join that disgusting monster and grovel at his feet as I had seen father do, and I realized that all I had believed was a lie. My father was nothing, He was not always right, He wasn't the voice of reason, and He could not protect me anymore than Longbottom could if he tried. My whole life, my beliefs, my friends, they weren't really mine, and they weren't what I wanted, they were his, they were what he wanted.
And I have sworn to myself never to join that filthy vile monster. Who would want to join him? He twisted and manipulated his loyal followers. He played with them, used them for his own amusement and purposes, but in the end he treated them no better then he treated the mudbloods and muggles he hated so much. There was no Power involved what's so ever, just slavery, fear, and punishment. I did not want that, neither did I want him or believe in his causes. He had gotten Crabbe and Goyle to believe him and see it his way, they were loyal to him, Malfoy, and only him and would not be taken away by some vile monster that would do nothing more them push them around. They understood what so many of the slytherins didn't. And their parents did to, they didn't want their children living in a life of such horrid servitude like they had, and now they where on Draco's side.
A loud knock at the door pulled Draco out of his memories and back into reality, the reality that, unfortunately, his death metal muggle music could not drown out. He sulkily rose from his bed and walked to the door of his prison. He wondered what was in store for him this time. Last time he had been under the crutacious for three hours because he had refused to scream, and eventually they stopped and just chained him up in the side to watch their "work". He was completely nude, fresh whip marks and new ones clustered his pale back down his lean body, the shackles that pinned his hands together over his head had sharp spikes on the inside and bit into his skin, he was sure that every time he moved his wrist in the iron shackles, they drew blood.
Draco had to sit and watch as muggles where brought in as targets for aiming, subjects for practice, or just for amusement. He had seen one muggle girl last three days; the longest one had lasted so far. She had had long brown hair and fierce, reddish-brown eyes with which she glared and showed her malice and hatred for everyone in the room. They had fun breaking her. She was put under the crutacious, tortured, starved, and raped of course, as the sick deatheaters seemed to enjoy her pain as she screamed, loving the sound of it. In the end the girl had been broken by the several deahteaters who used her for their amusement. It was sad really. A pity the human race was so weak, so vile, so truly pitiful. The girl had lasted a few days before she had been broken, too weak to forge her mind and body apart, and to survive it. But then again who would want to. The men, the deatheaters, they were so vile and loathsome, it was nauseating to watch them torture her, hit her, call her names and then take from her what they wished. But then again that was how all men where. Every last one of them had this in them, the only difference between some one like a death eater and between like say, Arthur Weasly, was that the death eaters where given a chance to do as they pleased and the others did not have that chance.
That was yesterday, today they would have a new muggle to torture, to play with. Draco opened the door to his room to find Pansy Parkinson standing in the door way. "Draco!" she squealed hugging him, her tight blonde curls bouncing on her head. He did not hug her back. She was the enemy, and she was a slave to him. "Draco! You have to join him, you have to join us!" she squealed nervously. "I don't have to do anything" he replied in a cold voice, pushing her away from him. "But Draco, you don't understand!" she pleaded; her dark brown eyes alight with sorrow, "hes going to.... Hes going to kill you" she whispered, "if you don't join us today, your going to die!" she whispered, tears in her eyes. Yes it was all a very touching show, but Draco didn't need it. He would rather die then join that monster, what was there to live for anyway? If he could not escape him, he would die anyway.
He tried to explain it to Pansy before, but she though it was a joke. She was simple minded and obedient, always cheery. The perfect slave for her lord, and a perfect toy for the death eaters. He pitied her. How women where so vulnerable. They where smarted, kinder, more peaceful, but they where beneath men always, most where ruled by them. Men used women like pansy, controlled them, abused them, and mistreated them. Thank god he was not born women, or he would have killed himself a long time ago. He could never bring himself to like women either. He felt too sorry for them, he wasn't like the others. He didn't want nor need women, and he didn't want to control them or use them. And that was fine with him. He had his self control. Other men didn't. They where all just as good as primitive animals, as good as dogs. And that's what most of them where, dogs.
"Draco, I'm worried for you, I don't want to see you dead!" she whimpered in a quite voice. "Pansy, could you do me a big favor?" he asked politely, "all you have to do is give me a few minutes time". Pansy eyed him suspiciously but said "alright". She stepped out of the room and closed the door. Draco grabbed his school bag and stuff his cd player and his cd's hastily inside, along with some muggle cloths. He reached under the floor board that was loose under his bed and pilled out a little sack of green velvet. His mother had given it to him. Inside it contained a Wand, made from Veela hair, his great great grandmother's hair. It was an antique, used by some great grandfather or another. Draco threw the school bag on his bed and pulled the wand out of the little velvet bag.
The wand was along white wand, he had never seen one like it in his life, and he didn't even know if it worked, but it was his only chance. He tucked the wand hidden next to the bag and exited the room where Pansy looked at him suspiciously but turned and lead him down towards the dungeons. The guard outside his room visibly relaxed as he saw his charge leave and, Draco knew this, Headed toward the kitchens for a quick butterbeer.
If he was lucky, Draco's plan would work, for it to work, his luck would have to have it that there was no one in the way when he went back to his room. As Pansy led Draco to the dungeons and to meet his death, she said "goodbye Draco" and sniffed, Draco just gave her a smile and replied "goodbye indeed". When they had reached the dungeon, two young deatheaters took his arms, but with barley any force since they knew he wouldn't put up a fight. When the blonde spotted the Dark Lord, he smile acidly as Voldemort began "Draco this is your final chance....."in a hiss, but Draco interrupted him "Fuck you you slimy scaly disgusting son of a bitch!" he howled as he tore free of the two boy's grips and dashed towards the still open door, if he made it to the door , he would be almost home free. At the last second Voldemort had yelled "stop him!" but as the door snapped close with a forceful blast from a wand, it had just scrapped at Draco's arm, who kept running, faster and faster towards his rooms.
When he finally got there he burst through the doors, startling a houself who was tiding up his room in the process. The creature squealed and dove under the bed. Draco laughed and grabbed his bag along with the ancient white wand, he knew the windows here would not open, even with a proper wand, but He also knew there was a glassless open window on the highest tower, which was about 10 stories high. Draco dashed for the stairs leading up to the tower and began to run the steps 3 at a time. He knew if he fell he would smash his skull and tumble down the stone steps to a painful death, He knew if he had stayed he would have faced death anyway, and he knew that if, when he got to the top and the wand didn't work, he would fall to his death from the 10 story tower, but it didn't matter, none of it mattered, because he was free now either way, dead or alive.
When Draco reached the top he stopped in front of the open glassless window. He stood there, feeling the cold wind on his face; he took in a long breath that cooled his lungs with the chill air that brushed against his skin. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the cold fresh air, distantly he heard hurried footsteps echoing down the stair case and heavy panting, but they weren't even on the same planet as he was. He drew back flat against the wall opposite the window, took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and ran towards the window, when he felt the window sill under his feet he pushed up with his long powerful legs and leapt into the air. Green grass and blue sky whirled twisted around him as one, and he closed his eyes, held out his wand , and as he plummeted, he said the words to apparate, praying that the wand would work and that he would soon be landing somewhere far far away from this hell hole.
Draco landed with a thud on a hard surface; his eye's still shut tightly. He cautiously opened one eye, wondering if he had died or not. When he opened his eyes completely, ha found himself in an old rickety barn filled with stacks of decaying hay. Draco had never been good at apartating, and he hadn't aimed anywhere, he just aparated. His goal was to get as far away from the Manor as possible, and he had made it, or at least he hoped so. At least he hadn't aparated into Voldemort's lap or something, thank god for that.
He stood up and brushed himself off and free of stray hay. He then picked up his bag and pulled out a pair of dark muggle jeans and a long-sleeved black t-shirt. He changed into them, deciding it wiser not to try and use magic yet, just in case. After this was done, he went out of the barn to examine his surroundings; there was large white Victorian house about half a mile from the barn. He began his long walk toward the house.
Once he got there , he knocked on the tall white door and put on a sweet and innocent look, he was greeted by a kind looking old lady who smiled sweetly at him, "why hello dear, what can I do for you?" , "well" Draco replied "My Name is ..Er...Thomas... Potter and er.. I'm rather lost, would you mind telling me the nearest town or city around here?" He had decided at the last minute to change his name, but since he was caught off guard he had chosen Thomas...Potter, oddly enough. "Why off course Thomas, My name is Miss Elroy, won't you come in and have some lemonade and I will give you directions. Draco smiled gratefully at her and stepped inside.
The house was spacious and cool, a sweet vanilla smell wafted from the kitchen as Miss Elroy lead him to the parlor, "here sit down Ill get the refreshments". When she came back she brought lemonade and they talked for a bit, she then said "you know, my driver Luc can take you to the town near here if you would like Thomas," Draco once again smiled gratefully and said "thank you, is there a train station by any chance at this town?", "why yes" she said happily, "I'll have Luc take you straight to it". Fifteen minutes later, Draco had hugged Miss Elroy goodbye and got into the car with Luc. As he sat down, Draco brought his hand out from inside his pocket and sight heavily, he had pick-pocketed Miss Elroy for 182 dollars, which had sat in the pocket of her dress as she hugged him to say goodbye. He felt bad about it yes, but he needed the money and she looked like she had plenty to spare.
The lady had been a big help in many ways, she had also told him he was about a couple hundred miles away from muggle London, which meant diagon alley, which meant maybe safety, or maybe danger, but Draco had to try. As he got out of the car he turned to Luc and said "goodbye, Tell Miss Elroy goodbye for me and thank you". The driver nodded and took off. The blonde looked up at the sky and shivered. The sky was grey and drab, the air chill. He shivered at the realization of the cold weather and hurried into the train station where he bought a ticket for muggle London. It didn't leave for another half hour and the ticket had only been 35 dollars, so Draco decided to go out, buy a snack, and maybe a jacket so he wouldn't freeze to death. He could use some sort of disguise as well since he didn't want to use his wand just yet.
The blonde went through the town when a shop caught his eye. He walked into it and purchased some black eyeliner, a black sweater, and a pair of baggy black pants with heavy chains dangling from them. He had about 50 dollars left and decided to save the rest. The blonde went into a bathroom, put on the cloths, applied the eyeliner, and put the rest of the things in his bag. What a great disguise he thought idly, I'm a Goth. And a damn good one at that.
When he left the shop it began to rain, he bought an umbrella thing that was supposed to shield you from the water and he ran to catch his train. Silly thing really, a wide piece of plastic on a stick to repel the rain. He climbed onto the train and found an empty compartment way in the back where he sat down alone, staring out at the drab grey sky and bringing down a light rain. As the train finally set into motion, Draco felt safe for the first time in a long time and it was such an incredible relief. He lay down on the cushioned seat and fell asleep.