Draco worked up when it was dark. Someone was holding his hand as he had something connected to him. Glancing around he saw a blood bag that was connected to him, the figure that was holding his hand wasn't Nico.

It was Daedalus.

"We need to talk," the man said as he noticed that he was awake. (Draco did not whine when he took the warm robotic hand away from him.)

_

_

3rd PERSON POV

Daedalus committed suicide.

He sacrificed himself to save the camp, Draco doesn't know if he's glad that he made much of an impact on the guy that he'll leave him his super-smart computer with him. He hasn't told anyone about it nor has he even look inside it, but would probably look at it later but for now it's just a bit awkward looking through a dead person's laptop, especially since he doesn't know if Daedalus was able to delete his own personal stuff (other than those blueprints of course).

Right now Draco was making some basic meal for both Sirius and him, Sirius had something to share with him when he arrived, but Draco told him he had to clean himself from his soaked clothes, so as Sirius showered he started making some pasta. He was extremely pleased to see that Sirius was able to keep the clean and have some food in it even when he was a known criminal and could potentially be identified. He doubt it since he was sure that the illusion he left at the prison could still go on for a little while longer.

"What you doin'?" Sirius asked as he came out, he glanced at him and saw him using his towel to dry his hair. The audacity. "Food, but I'm debating if I'll let you eat it or make you do your own food for using my towel," Sirius spluttered before just sighing. "Yeah yeah, anyways... I have to tell you something" Draco hummed as if saying 'continue' as took out the pasta from the boiling water. "The public knows that I escaped. It was in the newspaper a few days ago. It seems that whatever magic you did back then wore off," Draco dropped the oven on the sink, the hot water making a mess while barely missing his hand.

"Fuck."

Sirius nodded, "Fuck indeed."

oOo

It wasn't Draco's best idea but it was the only one that he saw that could work. He's alone and Sirius is in his animagus form pretending to be Draco's own dog. He didn't know if he was crazy for trying sneak in a whole big ass dog and have it be seen as a cat or the fact that he had a bad feeling that something was going to happen as soon as he stepped in the train. He held unto Sirius as more time passed and the feeling of being in danger didn't go away.

His gut feeling was proven to be true when he heard the screams of those in the other train cabin's screamed in terror. The lights flickered and he could see his breath with how cold the place got. Draco stayed quiet and slowly grabbed Sirius, ready to get out at any sign or danger. He looked out the window and saw how cloudy it was, there was something else outside though, dementors.

Their grizzly dark look was filled with smoke that came as they flew by. White skeleton hands where the only be seen with their skeletal face peaking through their clothe as they flew by. They looked like what mortals would think Thanatos looked like. One thing that Draco noticed about them was how they somehow looked like they were looking for something or someone. He had an idea on who the someone was, but he didn't imagine that they where going to be here on the train to Hogwarts, was this even normal?

Draco froze as he made eye contact with one of them, would they recognize him from the time he broke out Sirius? If so consider Draco practically fucked, prepare a second funeral for him would ya? "If I die right now, tell them to put skeleton flowers on my grave." Before Sirius could even do something there was a big CRASH in the compartment. He was able to shield Sirius from the glass shards as he heard screaming and felt the overwhelming cold. The dementor seemed to win the jackpot with it getting the possible presence of Draco. It was scary how much they acted like monsters, but he considered that they were probably in the same category.

He felt the coldness intensify as the dementor rounded up its surrounding and took one look at him before attacking Draco. He felt the same as when he fought with Nico a while bad, that but like ten times worse. He hated this feeling

hatedhatehatehatehatehate—

He didn't realize how close he was to the edge before felt the broken glass shards of what remained of the train's window. It dug into his skin as his soul was being sucked up dry and he felt like his mother abandoned him all over again. Was no one gonna help? How can they even help? What can Draco do to stop himself from feeling this way? His questions were answered when he felt the cold metal of the ring in his finger. The weapon that Hades gave him after a fight that they had as a stupid apology. How ironic it was that it was what was going to save him this time. He never used the weapon but he did wear it for some stupid reason. He twisted it and out came a spear. He lost footing when the train went over a bump and got close to the dementor that was still searching his compound for a way out. Sensing danger it lashed out and swung at him, he could only hug Sirius into his chest and use the spear to try and block the blow.

The push hit both of them out of the train and into the grass below, he was out of breath getting the biggest scare of his life. Guess he can finally say he jumped off a train back at camp when they ask what he did that school year. His back groaned with pain as even the tall grass couldn't cushion his fall completely. All the relief that he felt at getting away from the dementors was gone when he saw the familiar black cloth with its disgusting dark aura.

"Sirius we gotta—we gotta run," Draco said as he shoved Sirius dog form to the side and felt the pull of the dementor. "Do not transform!" He shouted back as he swatted the spear at the dark form in front of him missing the creature entirely due to its cloth. Can he even kill this thing with a spear? He needed his wand, where was his wand? Draco felt around his pockets and found the lack of wand on him. He must've left it in the train, glancing at the train he saw the windows of it and the students inside. He can't let himself be seen like this, not with his weapon, and not outside his compartment. Draco doesn't want to deal with any attention that might be caused because of his "close-death" in the eyes of everyone else. He felt around for the spear and found it missing as well, it seemed like it went back into its ring form in the most inconvenient time possible.

Standing up he sprinted away and saw the sway of the grass of another place in the corner of his eye, he was glad that Sirius did listen to him this time. He could feel some anger that the dementor let out as its five-star meal ran away from it. He took a quick look back and was surprised to come face to face to it. He could see his vision blurred and his worst memories came to his mind.

Gone was the happy feelings about coming back to Hogwarts. The only thing that was being left alone was the closed off feelings he never dealt with.

Draco's aight was blurry as he woke up in the same hotel room that the nice lady had brought him in. Mommy left to get something that was back home and it was taking her a long time to come back, but Draco was a big boy and wasn't nervous to be by himself! That was until he saw all the strange looking people around him, going towards strange looking boxes with bright lights flickering constantly. He tried to ignore it and stay in the spot where his mommy left him, but the lights were so pretty he just had to take a quick look. He'll be back in his spot in no time after then!

He got close to the people that were flocking the strange box and tried to push past them without touching them like his mommy told him to do. Touching people is rude and Draco was no rude boy.

The people around him were so rude! They were bumping each other and even tripped him but a nice man saw him and put his hand out for Draco to use to pull himself up, "You okay there, bud?"

Draco didn't understand what the man said and stared at the hand, he wanted to take it but it was bare. His mommy told him not to touch people, and he didn't why she says that. She says it's because people are dirty but the man in front of him looks so nice! He's clean too!

Oblivious to what he'll cause Draco happily took the man's arm after staring at it. He felt so happy and there was this weird tingly feeling in his gut. What those what were butterflies in his stomach? It felt weird but so nice!

Draco stopped holding the man's hand when the man dropped down to the ground. There was some red liquid on his face, and he seemed to feel sick. Like when Aunty Andromeda was when he woke up after taking a nap next to her. That was so weird, and he felt a bit scared due to how still everything was. That was when the people around him pushed him around and was trying to get to the man on the ground. He hugged himself as the people all went towards the man and decided to get away from all the noise. That was until a hand grabbed his shoulder.

"There you are..."

oOo

Draco was sitting at the side of the campfire it was his second year here at camp and now he was one of the only all-year-round kids. He didn't really liked the strange blonde man and his wife because they were the ones that got him away from where he was, where his mom left him to wait for her. An elf had comes inside to get him and it separated him from Mrs. Gladestone, he wanted to at least be able to had said goodbye to her before he left, but the elf just grabbed him and teleported him to some strange creepy big house. The blonde man was talking to him and he talked to him too, and he actually understood Draco. Mrs. Gladestone was the only French speaking person in that weird casino. "You'll be my heir as one of the last male members of the House of Black."

"Welcome home, Draconis."

Draco gasped and walked the dementor in front of him. Memories of when he was a kid popped back into his head a terrible headache coming along at how much the dementor must've sucked off him. He walked at the being that attempted to get close to him once again in an attempt to gain some time. Running back as fast as he could to the place that he was thrown to. He slid down and started to frantically feel the grass for the ring. Hearing the wind whirling behind him, and guessed that another dementor had come as the dark aura amplified. It seemed that there was some conflict between the dementors. Draco sighed in relief when he finally felt the cold feeling of the stygain iron off his ring, placing in on his finger he twirled it around and felt it shift into the spear once again.

There was a sudden sense of security now that he had something to defend himself. Turning around once he felt the aura began to move again he was able to block one of the claws of the dementor before he got scratched by the other one when it tried to slash the other dementor away. There was this weird feeling of both cold and hotness in his newly acquired wound it was like a brand to the skin. He snapped out of it and twirled the spear and slashed one of the dementors while it was fighting the other as they both tried to get to Draco's place. With a cry he cursed the remaining dementor for making him feel like shit and threw the spear at it, hitting it right in its eye socket. The spear broke through its skull as it screeched.

The dementor exploded into silver sparkly dust.

He could only gap at the fact that he just killed one of the unkillable beings, but he guesses that even dementors must die at some point. Just like when he was younger he fell to his knees and took a couple of deep breaths, "Sirius..?" He practically wheezed.

The shuffling of the grass reveled a familiar black shaggy dog. Draco let out a smile before he noticed the sudden silence and looked behind to see that the Hogwarts train seemed to have left him behind.

He looked at himself and switched the spear back to its ring form. Getting his jacket he tired it around his bleeding wound and sat down. Waving at Sirius to get closer to him as he pulled off his gloves he used his elbows to hug Sirius and avoid touching him before disappearing into the shadows.

A/N: y'all don't know how much I missed writing here. Forgot where I placed this chapter on my documents, so I legit started rewriting it. Tell me why the doc was in the trash? Wouldn't know don't really care. Anyways, here's a new chapter and no, Sirius didn't meet Harry yet in here. Draco would've killed him if he left the house and went that far away without him. Also, if the ending of the last chapter was weird let me defend myself and say that I legit didn't know how to end it lmao.

At this stage Draco should be around since I only wanted his age to be younger to further show how grown he is compared to the people that surround him. Also, if people found out his age then it'll be to further show how different a demigod's life is compared to that of a normal wizard/mortal child. Just putting this out there as I saw that some where wondering about his age. :)

The reason he was so young was simply because I wanted him to be the younger sibling that acts like the older brother. That and also because younger me was weird with ages and couldn't comprehend how to show that Draco's not like other girls and fucked up his age. Maybe I'll fix it and make him be his right age (one year younger than those in HP though.) So, if you see me change stuff it's probably because of that. Here's my old format of his age that I'll update/ fix soon

-D.