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The night air was warm and slightly heavy, a shadowy sort of darkness surrounding the boy as he stood alone. His posture was slightly slumped in the way of a young dog banished to his leash outside; mussed, pale blonde hair hung around his face, which was slightly ashen and gaunt.
With a faint pop, a new figure Apparated into the growing dim of the evening, shaking their robes free of some invisible dust and breathing a little shallowly.
"Draco," the voice whispered harshly, without the questioning tone of one seeking another; the male voice was dark and commanding. "You're early…you shouldn't be. What if someone saw?"
The boy turned, flicking once-platinum hair from his silvery grey eyes. "What would it matter? No one saw me anyway…and besides I'm not early. I was on time- you're late," Draco retorted, the last bit trailing off to a insolent mutter, his eyes sparking slightly as he looked up at the older man, hook nosed and pallid skinned, with long, greasy black hair.
"Don't," Severus Snape said softly, "take a tone with me, Draco." His eyes flashed in the dimming light, his fingers curling.
"What do you want, Snape?" Draco demanded, disregarding the wizard's order.
"Professor Snape," he said silkily, his low voice lined with venom, ignoring the boy's tut that they certainly were no longer at Hogwarts. "I come to tell you that you need to return to your master. He-"
"Will kill me!" Draco exclaimed, drawing himself up, glaring at Snape, though a small slice of fear cut his widened eyes.
"No…you can't no that Draco. And what of your Mother? Do you realize-"
"I- don't," the Malfoy said sharply, cutting off his old Head of House from the Slytherin dungeons at Hogwarts. "Leave me!" He added harshly as Severus Snape deftly caught Draco by the arm, his painful grip pulling him closer. With an expression of slight pain and surprise, the boy turned slightly and slid out of the older wizard's grip, popping back into existence a few feet away.
"You've learned to Apparate, then? Have a license?"
"No," Draco said defiantly. "I practiced over and over- like with the Banishing Cabinets," he added, smirking. "Yes that's right- I let the Death Eaters in, I-"
"Did not kill Dumbeldore," Snape sneered, playing his wand through his fingers. "But you did, however, get the Death Eaters in and him cornered without a wand. So why do you fear returning to your master?"
"I don't fear it," Draco said sulkily. "Stop sending me owls, Snape. Stop following me! Leave me!" He yelled, turning again and Disapparating out of place with an audible noise, something between a pop and a squelch.
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It pushed him from every direction, as if some invisible force was trying to compress him as tiny as he could go before shoving him through space to his next destination. Breathing hard, his chest aching slightly, Draco shook the growingly untamed hair from his eyes and looked around himself, checking the fact that there were no Muggles around to see him. And if there had been? Ignoring himself, Draco moved forward in the dark, dingy alleyway and pulled his wand from his pocket, whispering "lumos" in the silent night, his wand tip igniting with yellow light, spreading to illuminate the cramped alley, a tall brick building bordering each side of it, trash littering the floor.
He was in a small London town, a Muggle town, with nothing but his wand and wizard's robe in the ugly alley. Extinguishing the light of his wand, Draco stuffed it back into his cloak pocket and stepped into the street, staring at the car that rumbled past. Familiar in the way that he'd seen them before, but still foreign in how it exactly worked, or it's point, either, Draco watched until the red tail-lights faded vaguely in the evening before walking further down the empty street, in a seemingly aimless wander.