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If you hate Draco Malfoy then DON'T read this!
Chapter three
The sun bounced off of Ron's hair, making it glow a fiery red. Harry looked out of the window towards the sun, bored. The scenery was dull and boring, full of old, grey buildings and overrun gardens. He looked back at his friends who were sleeping, Hermione's head resting on Ron's shoulder. The train pulled into the next station and two girls got on and sat down across the aisle from Harry. He watched them make themselves comfortable and stared at them closely. He was sure he vaguely recognised them from somewhere, but he wasn't sure. One was slightly taller than the other and was a brunette. The shorter of the two had wild, curly blonde hair and was wearing a pair of black combats, a green tank top and had a green hoodie tied around her waist. The brunette was wearing a pair of low-rise hipster jeans with a black studded belt, black converses, a bright pink tank top a black choker. The blonde turned to look at him ad he quickly looked away, but he could still feel her icy blue eyes boring into him. After a while she turned back to her friend and they started a low conversation.
An hour later the train pulled into the station they needed to get off at. Harry shook Hermione awake and she softly nudged Ron. They got up and collected their bags from the shelf above them and made their way to the trains doors. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw the two girls rise and walk over to door at the other end of the carriage. When the doors slid open Harry, Ron and Hermione stepped off onto the platform and looked around.
"We don't need to get another train do we?" Hermione asked Harry as they started to be shuffled towards the stairs by the hordes of people disembarking off of the train.
"No. We can catch a bus to the end of Privet Drive from here."
They strode up the stairs and into the main part of the station and Harry looked around, unsure of where to go.
"Uh, Harry? Do you have any idea of how to get out of here?" Ron asked him. Hermione looked up and caught sight of the 'Way Out' sign. "Over there," she said, pointing.
They passed through the ticket barriers and pushed their way through the crowds on the other side and finally emerged on street level. Harry walked to the bus stop, Ron and Hermione following him. He sat down and watched for the bus. Ron and Hermione stood next to him, holding hands awkwardly. They still weren't used to being able to do that. As they waited, the two girls from the train made their way over to the bus same bus stop and sat down next to him, the blonde by his side. When the bus came everyone from the bus stop boarded it, including the girls. Harry sat down next to the window and looked out, still sure that he knew those two girls. When Harry noticed that Privet drive was coming up, he stood up.
"Ron, Hermione. This is our stop. We just have to walk round the corner and number ten is just on the left."
They all got off, leaving the two girls behind. Harry led the way and they came to a halt outside a pristine suburban house. Harry stopped, looked at the front of the house, then marched up to door and rang the door bell. After a minute the door opened, and Uncle Vernon stood at the door staring at Harry in shock. Quickly that shock turned to anger. "What are you doing here?"
Draco sat alone in a damp and dirty room, recovering from the last bout of the torture curse Voldemort had used on him. He shivered and then whimpered in pain, the slightest movement hurting his bruised body. The door creaked and Snape entered, looking at him with urgency in his eyes. Draco looked up at him wondering how he managed to get the keys off of Voldemort, then remembered that the Dark Lord hadn't bothered to lock it because he knew Draco was in no state to try to escape.
"Draco," Snape addressed him, the urgency in his eyes, showing in his voice. "Draco, you have to leave. The Dark Lord is growing tired of you and so far no 'jobs' have come up that you would be of any use for. I know a way in which you can escape but you have to listen very carefully. You must leave, now, with me." Draco looked at him, wearily.
"I will give the Death Eaters guarding your room the excuse that Voldemort has sent me to get you because he needs you. I will lead you to the back door and you are to lave here that way. Make your way through the garden quickly and climb through the hole in the fence. Run, if you can, down the road and you will find an old garage that has a broken door. In there you will find a broom. Get it and fly to the Burrow. The Weasleys should help you. They are the kind of people who would do that. From there find Potter."
Draco looked at him with faint amusement and doubt in his grey eyes. "Why would the Weasley's help me? They hated me before I tried to kill Dumbledore and turned to Voldemort's side. They must be ready to kill me now."
"They'll help you," Snape replied. " But you have to explain yourself to them. Hold off their attacks until you have been able to tell your story. And take this," he shoved a little vial into Draco's hand as he helped him to his feet. "It's a truth potion. You might need it to help them believe you."
Draco winced as he tried to walk wit Snape to the door. He clutched his side, trying to ignore the pain as Snape grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him through the door. The Death Eaters immediately moved towards Snape and grabbed their wands.
"Voldemort wants him," Snape sneered at them. "This is nothing to do with you so put your wands away."
Snape led Draco down the hall and down the stairs. As they walked into the kitchen more Death Eaters approached them and Snape gave them the same excuse. Snape opened the back door and pushed Draco out.
"And why would I want him Severus?" asked a voice from the doorway behind them. Snape spun around and faced the voice. Voldemort stepped into the kitchen his wand raised.
"Run, Draco," Snape commanded him. Draco didn't need telling twice. He ran painfully towards the fence and climbed through, well aware he was being followed by at least three Death Eaters.
Voldemort walked closer to Snape and flicked his wand. The back door slammed shut next to him. Snape glared at Voldemort, seething with hatred. Voldemort only looked amused.
"Why did you do it Severus? I thought you were one of my greatest followers. Apparently not. You did a very stupid thing by setting Draco free. Especially tonight. No mater. He will be caught and you shall pay the price for this insolence. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemorts wand emitted a flash of green light and Snape fell to the floor his eyes staring out, lifelessly.
Draco sprinted to the end of the street in agony now. He threw himself against the garage door and it fell inwards to reveal a very damp, dark room. In one corner lay and old flying broom and Draco ran towards it. He made it levitate, then jumped on. He clutched the handle tightly and the broom darted forward out of the garage door and into the air just as the Death Eaters reached it. Suddenly Draco was being attacked by a barrage of green and red flashes and it took all that was left of his strength to avoid them. Once he was high enough in the air to be concealed by the clouds, he slumped forward on the broom and fell dreamless sleep.