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Fallen Angel
Ch. 4 – The Corridor
Half an hour later Harry Evans found himself in a dark, and very much deserted, section of the hospital. It was obvious that the hall was undergoing some sort of renovation, but no one was there renovating at the moment. Plastic sheets hung from the ceiling, saw dust covered the floor, as did various tools and wooden debris. No lights were on and the windows were covered, making the once bright hall dim and eerie.
Harry walked down the corridor, his steps echoing dimly off the walls. He avoided the fallen ceiling tiles and the piles of metal rods while silently wondering at his ability to become lost inside a building.
He was a little ashamed about the way he had run away from Malfoy and Bill, but he knew he wasn't able to help it. After years of being locked in a small room and used by countless people one picked up certain mindset that stayed with you.
When Malfoy had first appeared in his room at The Saloon Harry had been sure that he was just another customer there to get what he wanted. He had never understood why the liked him so much when there were pretty girls in all the other rooms. He was simply a scrawny boy with scraggly hair and nothing special about him. So, when Draco had started talking about taking him away from the life he had he was shocked. 'Why?' had been the first question asked. Harry had always thought of himself as ordinary, unnoticeable, that's why he was always baffled about his 'popularity,' and yet, there was a boy telling him that he was special. It was him that 'Lucius Malfoy' wanted to save from that hell, not anyone else.
Harry sighed and hoped that whomever this Lucius person was he wasn't just some raving lunatic that simply wanted to put him in a newer, prettier cage. He wouldn't be able to take it if he was allowed these few days of freedom, only to be thrown back into a life of captivity and abuse. But he had to be ready for that possibility. It was very likely after all. He was ready to remove himself from his surrounding again, if necessary.
When Malfoy had sat down and started talking to him earlier Harry had been happy. It looked like he was going to be able to live a life outside of his past. Then he had gotten scared. He knew it was irrational and he was just overanalyzing, but he couldn't help it. Before he'd known what had happened he was down the hallway and around the corner, heading deeper and deeper into the hospital. Now he was utterly lost and wishing he hadn't been so hasty in his flight. He knew the reason for his panic. He was afraid that as soon as he had put his trust in Draco he'd turn around and…well, it didn't matter now.
Even though he had been wrong about Draco, presumably, he was still sure that no matter where he went, or how far he ran, he'd only ever be-
CRASH!
Harry's foot had knocked into a ladder, sending it to the floor. The loud sound reverberated up and down the hall, giving Harry chills. As soon as the sound had been made he was off like a rocket down the corridor. He was a very jumpy boy and sudden crashing sounds often had him reacting like a deer to a gunshot. So, forgetting his former musings, the black haired youth sprinted down the hall, not knowing where he'd end up.