Out Of Sorts

Draco was running, running as fast as he can. The war had finally ended and he was scared, very scared. The good side had won, but it hadn't felt like a victory, so many people had died, no-one had the energy or was in the mood for a celebration.

Draco Malfoy was glad. He was glad that the good side had finally killed Lord Voldemort. In Draco's opinion Lord Voldemort was an idiotic megalomaniac who had too much power, that he eventually went insane.

It was because of Draco that the good side won. And it was because of this, Draco was running.

He ran down the grassy hill jumping over body after body, he recognised a few and silently prayed for each one as he passed. He came to a road and he ran down, past Olivanders, Magical Menagerie, Gringotts, until he came to a brick wall. He tapped the stones hurridly with his wand and stood back, nothing happened. He tried again, more slowly this time, thinking that he'd got it wrong, but again nothing happened. He was starting to get annoyed,

"Damn wall! Why would you move, you bastard!"

Then he kicked the wall, nothing happened apart from Draco's foot now hurt.

"Mr Malfoy, that is no way to treat the wall! That is centuries old, honestly show some respect for the aged!" A voice scolded him,

Draco whipped around with his wand stretched out, ready to pounce,

"Put that down, silly boy," He turned and saw Headmistress McGonagall standing behind and old dustbin watching him in amusement,

"Why wont the wall work?" Draco asked, infuriated about not being in the know,

"Well there IS a war on, and we don't just fight, we as in us and Lord Voldemorts army, we look at their resources or hide aways or anything they need and try and cut it off. We realised that the war was going to be near diagon alley and if they needed to run, this would be the first and nearest place for them to get to the muggle world."

Draco nodded slowly,

"That makes sense, but couldn't they just apparate?"

She looked at him in exasperation, "You think that we didn't think of that?" Draco looked sheepish, "We had anti-apparatus fields anywhere near where we thought the war was going to be. We've thought of everything, and it paid off."

She let out a bitter laugh,

Draco looked confused,

"But we won!"

"yes, but it was a sad victory, nearly everyone I know, died, even Albus Dumbledore, the list of dead goes on forever,"

He nodded, feeling ashamed that he had thought that everyone would be rejoicing,

Her voice became sad as she listed the dead,

"All the staff, Neville Longbottom, Shamus Finnagen, Dean Thomas, Parvati and Padma Patil, Luna Lovegood, Colin and Dennis Creevy, Blaise Zambini," Draco looked up, "Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Ginny Weasley, Fred and George Weasley," She let out a sob, "Percy Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Arthur, Molly," She let out another big sob, "Ron Weasley, Harry Potter," At this she is tears, she was almost hysterical, "And all the order, they're gone, its just you and me left!"

She sat down on the pavement tears running freely down her face,

Draco thought about his 'friends' Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, they had all died. He blinked back the tears, they may not have been the best of friends, but they were the closest Draco had to friends.

McGonagall seemed pull herself together, that's when Draco remembered,

"But professor, I need to go, the death eaters will kill me if they find me! I need to get through the stupid wall!"

"Honestly, Mr Malfoy I would have thought that you'd show more respect! Yes, you have to hide, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I have got you a one way ticket to America, you'll be safe there."

Draco's jaw dropped, "America?" He mouthed soundlessly, so shocked he dropped his wand. He hurriedly picked his wand back up again, embarrassed.

"America," She said finally.

"I've bought you a house and a car, I also got you a job in an office. Now here's the ticket and keys; the big one is the house key, the slightly smaller one is for the car. Have you got that?"

Draco nodded, bewildered, "What's a car?"

"It's a metal box, which you drive, muggles use it as transport. You'll get used to it, don't worry. We have to hurry though, your plane takes off in an hour and a half, and you have to check in."

At this they apparated from the wall and disappeared into thin air.

Hermione was lying in a hospital bed, she was in St Mungoes. She sat with silent tears running down her face, she kept whispering,

"Where are they? I need them. Stop hiding them! Their not dead, they cant be, we had a promise!"

Over and over, repeating it like it was a prayer.

Her mother sat on a plastic chair, by her side with a defeated expression on her face.

She had tried to talk to her daughter, but the only responses she got where, "Give them back!" or "Memory Charm, just do it!" Both, where terribly distressing for Mrs Granger to hear.

When Hermione had heard that Harry and Ron had died she refused to believe it, so much that she had convinced herself that someone was playing a joke on her. She was on the verge of insanity.

The Healer had decided the best thing for her, is a memory charm, to erase her memory of her wizarding days.

The Healer, Dr Bolton, was performing the memory charm tonight. He was quite nervous, it is one thing to erase their memory completely but it is a whole lot harder to erase part of your memory and keep the rest of it. It was his first Biteumocharm (part of your memory erased, pronounced: bit-chew-mo-charm), and he wasn't very confident. He had been revising all day and remembering last minute information.

Time slowly passed and the time came. Dr Bolton came into the hospital room,

"It's time, Miss Granger."

a/n: whatdya fink 4 ma first chappi? Pls review nd tel me if I shuld carry on x was dis chappi: long, short, good, bad, interesting, duller den ur history class? X tell me pls x x x x x x