Weeping as I enter the house, I look around the room in distaste, my breathe sucking inwards in sharp mode. The girl, Hermione, looks at me sharply, her face scowling at my rudeness but this is the way I have always done it, and I see no reason to stop now! I really though, am a barrel of nerves at my new situation, that coursed through my body in a heat wave. "Calm down, Draco!" Hermione instructed, and I shudder at the feeling the order gives. I haven't felt like this for a long time and I'm immediately turning away to stifle my distaste for the surroundings.

"I will take you to your room," She directs to me, and motions for me to follow, "Where you can settle in. If you want to sleep, do so because I know you have had an emotional day." She's ordering me to stay out of her way, I know because I don't look as sad on the outside as feel on the inside. It's a trick I learned, so people wouldn't think I was weak. Naturally, years spent in horrid prostitution has left me scarred, and carved into a little fragile boy. I'm so tame today, because the days before it left me bitter and cold to the world.

My room I can see, is neat and tidy beyond belief. I can see in Hermione's eyes, as she tells me the rules of the house, that she means s business. It's okay, because I can naturally abide to rules set before me; I was a house elf before the curse. Having Lucius Malfoy as your father can do that too you. On her way out she turns back, to give me a small smile of welcome, and I hear the door click softly to signal I'm all alone.

Not bothering to unpack, I slide onto the small bed and close my eyes, sleep a wave of merry dreams collapses my reflexes for the next five hours and when I wake again, I know the rest of the house is asleep. There isn't much else for me to do, than sit up and work this out in my head.

XxXxX

Hermione's house smells sickly, of roses and lilacs which to my knowledge don't really mix. The perfume she wears is a tide of sweetness, which contrasts with my memory of a happy Harry who smelt dirty, sexy and seductive. "We are having lunch with some family today, you are welcome to join us." Hermione tells me in a matter of fact tone, and I smile at how straight forward this woman is. I nod my head in recognition of her words, and move to tidy the small kitchen up from breakfast which has added a bitter smell to the air.

"Why did you never have children?" I ask casually, as it's my right to be curious about this new owner of mine. She smiles and zones away from the world, and when she speaks it's airy.

"I just couldn't have children, why do you ask?"

"You seem like a woman who would want hundreds of children," I reply in honesty, "It's sad that you can't."

When lunch rolls around, the whole day has shook in a wave of glorious solitude and I'm very aware as I sit in the lounge waiting to be introduced, that a black cloud on my passivity is about to let down it's rain. The oncoming questions about my life might just be a little too much to bear, but somehow I will find a way to do it, like I always have done. I hear Hermione's voice out in the hall, talking to a very merry woman and a man with a deeper voice than Ron's. Something in the sound brings up a memory, but the little sample of this person has not been registered enough for the memory to be anything but a blur. The front door opens again, and I hear Hermione and the other two guests step around, and more happy voices greet each other. I smile at the cosiness of it all, and stand ready to be greeted. The first people into the room are Hermione, and a woman who resembles the young woman very much. "This is Molly Weasley," Hermione addresses, and politely I shake the woman's hand, "And this is her husband, Arthur." The couple look old and worn and I guess the war had that damaging effect on both of them. They look very much like Ron and I smile at my sense of recognition.

Behind that were two identical men, who had huge grins and eyes made for mischief, which I found amusing and then behind them was a young girl, who resembled the twins, and a man with dark hair and the smell of musky cologne. "This is Ginny," Hermione addresses, and the girl looks at me with wide, scared eyes, "And her fiancé-" I cut them off with: "Theodore."

Everyone looks at me surprised, as I cradle my head and collapse to the floor in agony of the up-surfacing memories. In my head I see myself being tossed into a wall by magic, and on my knee's in front of the girl, Ginny, weeping my apologies as she points her wand at my head. I know on the outside I'm screaming, because the inside is burning the sound to my everything. "What's wrong?" Hermione asks, as she kneels down next to me, able to shake me out of my internal atmosphere.

I look up, in agony as my eyes readjust, and I catch a glimpse of Ginny and Theodore trying to walk away. "I don't remember how to shave." I say, my voice a thousand hurts and a bruised lip because of those people, "I don't know how to do my zipper up, or pour orange juice," Everyone in the room is looking between me, Ginny and Theodore and they don't know whether to be amused or concerned. I continue, "I don't remember Hermione, or how to magic things for my own use. I don't remember my mother, who was the only fucking one there for me!" I yell, because the looks on their faces just aren't doing it for me. I stand, so I tower over most of the occupants in the room, and when I speak again my voice is loud and threatening. "I do remember you, Ginny and Theo, who liked to toss me about like a fucking toy, I do remember how you locked me in a cupboard, to afraid that I might disgrace the light of day. I remember you two starved me, beat me, stabbed me," For emphasis, I take off my shirt and show them the scars, just in case they don't believe.

"You let me run around for so long, in the abyss of a child's minds and yet you have the heart to come here, prance about like your innocent?" I have nothing left to say, my liberation is falling flat on my ears, and they look so dumbfounded it might break my skin with rage. "You let me remember Harry, why?"

Molly and Arthur stare in shock at their daughter, and something inside me clicks with gratitude that they can do that. "What's going on, Ginerva?" Arthur asks.

"They," I interrupt, "Tortured me, obliviated me and expected me to just live with it. Then they sold me on to a rapist, who made me watch his horrid deeds!" Molly gasps, and the twins move away from their little sister. "But they were the worst owners, because they enjoyed every minute of it!" I know I'm going to far, but there isn't much else I can do now.

"Is this true?" Molly asks, and surprisingly Ginny nods, knowing there are potions and spells to get one to tell the truth. Funny thing is, that she and her fiancé can now spend the rest of their lives in Azkaban together, and I know everyone else is thinking about that, because suddenly the tone which was here before has disappeared.

I walk past, in my most threatening manner, the group of people and professionally I sneer at Ginny and Theo. Cowering, they back up against the wall, letting me stalk to my bedroom to disappear for the time alone I want. Halfway up the stairs and I can hear all hell breaking loose. I smile, because they deserve it, but somehow I wish it didn't have to come from family.

My bags lay near untouched on the floor by the bed, and without thinking I grab them. My heart stops with one thought: Harry, and I put my belongings down to search for a piece of paper and a pen. Once found, I jot down a quick note to Harry, and turn to leave the wretched sweet smelling house, passing on my way out a mass of angry, saddened people that don't even know I'm going not recognise the fact I intend to leave.

But once I'm out that door my whole life is free, and there is only one place I know to go.

Its no use when you dont know where he's gone. But ahh... I'm thinking two more chapters till the end so you will find out... Thank you too all reviewers, and to those anon. people who leave me notes THANK YOU! I appriciate it!

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