From the Ashes - Chapter 2
Snape Apparated in front of Spinner's End , Malfoy's arm firmly in his grasp.
"Where...where are we?" Draco looked around nervously, still trembling.
"Safe. This place is Unplottable, only a few people know of it." He started towards the abandoned mill, dragging his former student behind him.
"Incancendio"
Candles around the room sprang to life, casting flickering light onto dusty walls and covered furniture. Draco stood silently in the center of the floor, until Snape shoved him roughly into a sheet-covered chair.
"Stay there." he snapped.
He paced the floor for a few long moments, muttering to himself and rubbing the bridge of his nose as Draco sat quietly and tried to absorb everything that had happened that evening.
"What...what now, sir?" Draco stammered.
"You will stay here, in this house, until the Dark Lord summons you. Do not leave until you receive his summons, even if another Death Eater should come for you. It shouldn't take too long, but there are rooms upstairs to rest"
"What? Just me"
"Pettigrew may be around here somewhere." He started up the narrow stairs from the main room.
"But where are you going?" Draco called up the stairs.
"It's best if you don't know."
Snape locked the bedroom door behind him and stumbled into the small bathroom to take a long look at himself in the mirror hanging over the washstand. The hippogriff's claws had left several deep gouges, mostly on his arms, though a thick line of dried blood was caked across his forehead as well. He dug a washcloth out of the cabinet beneath the sink and began to wash his wounds. A few charms stopped the bleeding, and he looked beneath the cabinet again for a moment until he found a large pair of shears.
He held the scissors in his hand for a moment, feeling their weight. With a deep breath, he took a handful of hair and started cutting. A depressingly short time later, he looked in the mirror again and ran a hand through his now-short hair.
A whispered word released the false bottom of the top drawer of the bedroom dresser, and Snape removed some muggle clothes, along with a wallet, keys, and a pair of wire-rim glasses. He quickly changed into a dark sweater and jeans, tossing his robes carelessly on the bed.. With a brief scowl, he put on the glasses, tucked his wand into one sleeve, and Disapparated.