Summary: HBP spoilers! The last year has approached, but with a shocking revelation during the summer when Draco appears in a field bloody and battered. What will happen when he appears in the field of the Burrow?
Spoilers: Half Blood Prince, OoP, GoF, PoA, CoS, PS
WARNINGS! Slash! and I consider it most likely OOC... But... judging how Draco was crying during HBP I guess not, I'm unsure
Broken Window
The Room at Spinner's End
Through a broken window that rain water pounded into sat a weeping blond boy in a dark dingy room on the street entitled Spinner's End. The greasy matted blond tresses were in total disarray, grey orbs leaked tears that fell upon bent knees. The boy sat, his back against the headboard, his cheeks atop his knees where his chest was pressed against his legs. The knees of his black trouser pants were soaked in cold tears.
The wind that was being blown into the room through the only window, where a puddle of rainwater sat beneath the dirty broken glass. The wind was chilling the boy to the bone as his thin black linen pants did not keep out the cold.
"You disappointed me, Draco." A voice from the tattered doorway spoke. The blond did not seem to hear him as he recited the speech that had fallen on the deaf ears of the child sitting before him.
For the blond was just a child; not even seventeen when he had been given the job to kill one of the most powerful wizards in the world. The simple words 'He's going to kill me' kept on repeating within the child's head. The boy still remembered what Dumbledore had said. Wild, grey eyes looked toward the tattered doorway, a man with black greasy locks sat in the doorframe his mouth moving to unheard words that had been uttered many times before. Then the orbs focused its attention on the broken window, the window had a large hole that the blond could possibly fit his head through. There was no doubt that the boy could fit through the window if it was opened.
"I'd be surprised if the Dark Lord didn't kill you." With those words the black-haired man left, slamming the door shut as the rusty hinges gave a loud, screeching protest.
The blond jumped from the bed, his eyes set on the broken glass panel. The window would not open due to the age and the swollen wood. Thunder trembled the ground and the boy punched the glass, the pain was not felt due to the adrenaline rushing through his body, the sounds of breaking glass were swallowed by the storm. Punching the window pane again with his blood soaked fist, the hole was now big enough for the slender boy to jump through.
Without second thought the boy dived out the window. A sickening crack was heard only by the blond wizard as his arm contacted with the tree on his way out of the two story house. When he connected to the ground the blond rolled so that he would not break his legs or neck. The pain in neither his hand nor his broken arm was felt as the boy got up. For a moment the blond looked up at the house of his favorite teacher, and mentor before turning around to gaze at the over-flowing dirty lake.
The blond only had one thought 'If he can't find me… he can't kill me.'
With that the blond took off into the night at blinding speed, the dilapidated house was left behind him, the lights from the busted windows soon could no longer be seen behind. The scream of a woman when she entered the room several hours later was never heard by the blond boy, for the house was long out of sight and the only sounds were that of a dissipating storm and the sharp intake and outtake of oxygen.
He had forgotten to put on shoes and his now bloody and muddy feet were paying the price, he had no idea how long he had been running for but his adrenaline was still pumping. He started to feel the dull ache of his hand, and the searing pain in his hand, but it did not stop him.
The cold kept his feet numb, the pain that would be radiating off them was not there due to the fact that the blond could not even feel the steps he was taking. He had lost count at one thousand seven hundred and thirty two, and that step seemed to be ages ago. He had not stilled his pace, but his legs felt like jelly as each step sent shockwaves up his black-linen-trouser clad legs.
The blond then reached a forest, knowing his track could be even more lost if he were to escape into the deep forest he jumped over the broken log in his way not even stopping to think what may lye inside these woods, or what maybe on the other side. Branches whipped at his legs, arms, and his face. One hit his lip causing a sharp intake of air and the pain busted through his whole mouth. Branches cut at his clothing tearing bits of his pants off. Without thinking he tore off his shirt as to not leave too much of a trail. Branches impaled his pale chest leaving gashes, red marks, and scratches. Then he tore off his black linen pants, throwing them aside. He covered his groin with his arm that was not broken, shielding it's nakedness from getting impaled by the leaves.
The boy ran, twigs stabbing his feet, bits of them getting stuck up the heel and soft padding of his feet. Tears mingled with sweat and rain caressed his face. He ran eyes shutting when a branch was about to hit his face, as pain bubbled all over his body. He let out a strangled sob as he ran naked, his pace only slowing down a fragment.
He opened his eyes only to be struck by another branch. He started to cough up blood as he reached the end of the forest, he ran his pace slowing down dramatically as he reached a field. All the pain bombarded him at once, and he started to sob even harder. His broken arm was limp at his side, his other hand that was bloody from punching out the window still covered his nakedness from view.
All the loss of blood and lack of food started to catch up to the boy. He was exhausted from all the running, he collapsed face first into the soft muddy ground. He turned his head to the side slowly coughing up more blood, gasping for breath as his lungs burned. He let out a few curse words, and let the darkness that had been ebbing it's way into his eyes finally over take him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or any of the things asociated with them.
