( I, unfortunately, am not J.K. Rowling. Meaning I do not own anything that you recognize from the book..)

A.N... "..." --- is speech '...' ---- is thought

It was freezing. The rain was pouring down from a sky that was black and seemingly endless. Lightning flashed angrily, blanketing the world in a blinding burst of white light that lasted for mere seconds. Thunder daring those who had the ability to fly, taunting them to take flight, warning them of their almost certain death if they accepted the challenge. Which no sane person would ever even consider. The rain made it impossible to see far in any direction, forcing me to walk almost blindly through the deserted streets, The only good thing about it was that I didn't need to worry about being seen by any one. They were all safely hidden in their homes. Doors and windows shut tight to keep out the frigid wind and icy rain. I couldn't stop and take shelter from the onslaught of the storm. I knew better than that. If I were to stop when I had just now begun I knew that I would go back, or be found. I couldn't let that happen. I had to keep on going.

I understood that, at least one person, would miss me when I disappeared.. Her name was Caitlin. My best friend. We did everything together. At least we used to, but , given the circumstances, I had to leave. My life was falling down around me. Everything that could possibly go wrong did. I wasn't stupid enough, though, to believe that it couldn't get worse. I knew that it could, and given a slight chance would. I had to go for her sake. I didn't want what was happening to me to start affecting her. I would do anything in my power to prevent it. Running away wasn't what I wanted. I wanted it all to just go away and leave me be, but that wasn't likely to happen. After hours of thinking in the dead of knight I could figure out no other way. I had to leave to protect her.

I ran silently, which wasn't hard given the immaculate noise the storm was making. I had only been outside for a few minutes, though it seemed like hours, and was already soaked and chilled to the bone. I was running down an alley about two blocks from the house I resided in. No, used to, I no longer can return there. It was after midnight and most people went to sleep long ago. I reached the end of the alley and was about to turn and continue my journey on the main road when I ran into what felt like a brick wall. I hadn't expected the impact so it was no surprise when I lost my balance. Falling I had two choices: fall face first into the slippery concrete or grab a hold of the thing I had run into. I chose the later. Quickly I reached out and grabbed hold of what I realized was a shirt collar.

'Oh' I realized 'it's a person.'

I was worried now 'Is he here to take me back? Did my mom awaken and realize I was gone?' I wasn't sure but I did know one thing. I wasn't going to go without a fight.

After crashing to the ground I quickly scrambled to my feet. I turned and tried to flee back down the alley, but I wasn't fast enough. I felt him take hold of me before I took even two steps.

"I don't know these streets. Please... Help me!" he said this barely above a whisper. Looking into his eyes I saw what appeared to be desperation. "They'll kill me if im found. I don't want to die."

I wasn't sure what to do, so I asked "Who is after you?"

"Not here. Its not safe." he was pleading with me. "There after me. Please."

"Follow me." I wasn't sure why I decided to help him. As far as I knew the guy could be an psychotic murder. All I knew was that I couldn't leave him there. His leg was badly cut and I stood frozen for a moment watching as the dark red blood pored out from the deep gash, mingling with the cold rain

Grabbing a hold of his arm, so we didn't get separated by the storm, I led him around the corner and down the street. Heading towards the river. No one went down there and seeing as I had been planning my escape for weeks now I saw no reason to let him disrupt my plans.

It took us about half an hour to get there. He was limping badly and I had to support him so as he did not fall. Once we reached the small alcove in which I had stored bottled water and some packaged food, he collapsed upon the floor. I tried to catch him but he was to heavy. He hit the floor with a grunt. Kneeling beside him I asked "Are you alright?"

"I'll live, wether that's a blessing or a curse I don't know."

Nodding in understanding I rose from the floor and shut the metal door against the fierce war that the sky was ragging.

Turning around I was startled to see him standing directly behind me with what appeared to be a stick that was alight at the tip. Pointing it strait at me he whispered in a deadly quiet voice " Take off your jacket."

'Oh hell I knew I shouldn't have brought him.' I looked at him through my midnight blue eyes which were not wide open in anxiety. "Your joking. Right?" Id come to far in my plans to be raped and murdered. Then again if I was killed down here no one would find me. Causing the same affect my running away would, and it would hide me so much more effectively then running. Plus it would be a lot easier.

Taking no loner than 30 seconds to make the decision I looked him strait in the eye and said "If your gonna kill me, do it quickly." The only indication that he had heard me was that his eyes opened slightly larger.

"Off with it."

Slowly I unzipped my jacket. Removing it without taking my eyes off of him. After it had dropped to the floor he painfully grabbed my left wrist and held the stick, which was now softly glowing, close to my left forearm. I watched as he scrutinize the pale skin feeling confused. What in the world was he doing?

"rivelare a me ciò che è nascosto." when the last of these words were spoken my hole body began to tingle. It felt as though needles were being shoved through every inch of my body. The light at the tip of the stick had changed from whit to a dark blue.

Nodding his head in satisfaction, of what I was yet to understand, he moved the stick so that it no longer was pointed at me and uttered "Finito."

I was startled there was something strange about this man. Its like he's casting spells on me. Casting spells on me? He's casting spells on me! That had to be it and that stick was a... a... a wand. Oh god. What have I gotten myself into.

I had heard stories about an alter universe. If you will. A place were people who could weld magic lived apart from those who could not. But those were just stories. Weren't they? It wasn't like I didn't believe in magic. I had for years now, but seeing it being performed, was well shocking to say the least.

"You aren't one of them." It was said more as a statement than a questions.

I was completely and utterly bewildered now. "One of who?" I asked almost in what sounded like exasperation.

He either did not here my question or chose to ignore it. He turned away from me and started to cast what I guessed were spells on each of the walls. Once finished he looked at the door and began to chant. "Sigilla questa porta contro chiunque cerchi di entrare. Non consentire a nessuno di penetrare queste difese, " again I was completely captivated, not by the words but, by the way they seemed to resonate off my very soul.

Looking at me he seemed to be waging a war within his own mind. Seeming to come to a decision he nodded his head and began to speak. "My name is Draco Malfoy and im on the run from an psychotic wizard named Voldemort. Perchance you've ever heard of him?"

A.N "Sigilla questa porta contro chiunque cerchi di entrare. Non consentire a nessuno di penetrare queste difese." means Seal this door from all who seek entrance. Allow no one to penetrate these wards.

"rivelare a me ciò che è nascosto" means reveal to me what is hidden

Thank you for reading the first chapter. I had a lot of fun writing it.

Please if it would not be to much trouble R&R.

Thanks again.