1Memories of Us

Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story. I wish I owned Draco Malfoy, but unfortunately I don't.

All he could do was run. After what he had done–or come extremely close to doing–was setting yourself up to die in most cultures. He had nearly killed the only man who had ever believed there was any good left in him to save. Even though he couldn't bring himself to perform the most unforgivable of the three unforgivable curses, someone else had. Since the headmaster, the man responsible, and himself were the only ones in the room when it happened, it was his word against another. And his word wasn't worth much to anyone anymore. So he ran.

He didn't know where to run or even how far he would have to run, but he knew he had to nonetheless. He ran for miles, changing direction every so often. He nearly collapsed twice, the breath in his lungs feeling like heavy weights, before he came upon a small cottage, smoke billowing out of the brick chimney. A woman was inside, though he had no clue who it was. He trudged through the rain and the mud that rain had caused, making his way to the porch.

Falling to his knees on the welcome mat on the front porch, he knocked as hard as he could on the wooden door in front of him. The door opened, revealing the one person he least expected to see. Looking into her eyes, he heard her let out a sudden gasp, then felt himself being pulled quickly into the house.

The girl in front of him eased him onto the sofa in front of the fireplace, grabbing a blanket off the backrest. "What the hell?" Before he was able to answer her, however, he felt himself give into the fatigue that racked his body. Within seconds, his mind was engulfed in darkness.