disclaimer: All the characters in this story along with everything to do with Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the plot.
I have my own reasons for re-writing this fanfic which, sorry, i will not share with you. anyway, chapter one of the new and improved- insanity in a ferret!
He walked over the emerald green grass, the earthy smell of the ground below and the flowers around him so strong he could taste them, and the sound of the waterfall so loud it was deafening. The perfect sunset dying the whole sky red and perfectly framing the snow covered mountains in the distance. He ran through the clearing, the wind blowing hard against him, he kept running, but he could never get to where he wanted.
After running miles he got to the cliff edge. He stared over the edge at the clear blue sea below him. He started feeling tired, so he sat down, his legs hanging down over the cliff edge. He could feel the cool air rushing through his hair, he breathed in the smell of the plants around him.Then,without warning, the ground below him began breaking, he could feel the large rocks crumbling, he could hear the rocks departing, he could feel himself falling.
Draco woke up suddenly. He found he was lying in a ditch, not falling through the air at 50 mile an hour. The plants lay flat against the ground and the trees stripped of their bark. The ditch he was lying in was smothered in blood and filled with trash and dead animals. He felt nothing but agony from his head to his toes, and wondered how he got there. He thought of the night before when him and Snape were running from Hogwarts, running from the death eaters, running from everything. He knew that if he didn't move from where he was, he would be killed for sure.
He was in complete agony, but he didn't care. He had to get to the only person good enough to help him. The only person, now that Dumbeldore was dead, forgiving enough to save him. He couldn't get her, or her friends out of his head. Potter...Weasley...Granger.
He stared at his reflection in the muddy water. He couldn't beleive he looked like this, his hair tangled in with small leaves and blades of grass, his robes torn so much you could see the wounds through them.
He struggled to stand, his limbs refusing to move. Eventually he got to his feet, after collapsing again and againon every attempt. He climbed over the bank and staggered over the dry grass and mud. After hours of dragging his feet along the ground, he collapsed. He couldn't figure out where he was, but it looked like a field in London. His vision was too blurry but he could just make out the buildings across the road.
He gathered up every last peice of energy he had, stood upand ran down the steep hill and across the road. He ran for what seemed like miles past several large buildings until he reached , The Burrow.
He stared thrilled at the building held up by magic, the house he had used up all his energy to get to. He could feel his body becoming too much for his legs to handle. He collapsed to the ground, and fell asleep right there and then!