Chapter Five: The Man in Black

Draco stood rooted to the spot for almost a minute. What was he supposed to do from here? He looked up at the tall buildings that surrounded him, perhaps he was in London. Slowly he started to walk towards the end of the alley he had been left in. Bright streetlights shone on the damp floor and different muggle cars rushed past him. Clearly he was in the muggle's world not the wizarding world he knew.
He looked down at his wand still gripped tightly in his right hand. If he was in the muggle world then using magic would be a problem. He didn't feel like getting in trouble with the ministry for revealing magic to muggles.
As he went to put his wand in his back pocket Death's words whirled around his head. "Yes crossing over to a different universe will have that affect."

A different universe... Was Death being literal? Or did they just mean the muggle world instead of the wizarding world? But... If it was really a different universe would his magic even work here? It must do. It had to. Or what else could Draco possibly have that Death would need?

Without a second thought, he turned back down the alley and walked to the very end of it. Making sure he was out of sight of muggles he quickly cast the Lumos spell. However no light appeared at the end of his wand. Instead his wand began to feel warm. Then hot. Then it was burning. Searing hot pain raced up his right arm, the smell of burning flesh hit his nose as he tried to let go of his wand.

He couldn't.

No matter how he tried to throw it, no matter how hard he shook his hand the wand would not budge. Gripping his arm in pain and jaw clenched so tight his jaw began to hurt. White spots started to cloud his vision. His veins felt like they were on fire. He was sure that his skin was peeling off as the heat clawed up his arm to his shoulder. He could barely see now and he dropped to his knees. He felt a crack in his mouth somewhere but he couldn't tell where. The taste of blood started to fill his mouth once again as he started to lose consciousness.

He didn't see the lines making their way up his arm. He didn't see his wand slowly fusing with his skin or the fabric falling away. The last thing he saw was a pair of very shiny leather black shoes.

Author's Note:

Sorry about the short chapter. I'm working on longer ones right now