A/N: Thank you for the reviews. I have to apologize because I knew the first chapter is written from a narrator's point of view. I realized that too late when I posted the second chapter. The rest of the story will be written this way. I hope you all don't mind. I don't know why it slipped my mind. It's probably because a lot of my stories are written from different points of views and sometimes I get them mixed up. Ha ha. So here's the third chapter. I hope you like it. Review if you want more. LOVE TO ALL! :D

-Jessie

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Harry Potter that are used in this story. Those belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot and stuff is mine though. ENJOY!

The Fog

Draco Malfoy's POV:

"Bloody hell," I muttered when I woke. I smoothed the thin sheet over my lap feeling an uncomfortable tightening in my groin. I'd had the dream again. The one where I was with her… I didn't know who she was but it was always her. And then there was a flash of a blonde man in front of me and a bright blue light and then the familiar darkness I'd become so used to. I didn't have to see Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly today, which was a relief. I was growing tired of my meetings with him.

They kept it way too cold in this place… I suppose it was to restrict the movement of their patients. Because when you were frozen under a thin sheet you kept your limbs pressed tight against your body to keep what little warmth you had left. Therefore you were less likely to try and harm yourself and others. You didn't think about that when you were shivering. At least I didn't. I didn't get to come out of my room often. I could hear someone screaming a little ways away and heavy thuds that repeated themselves in successions of three heavy blows at a time. One, two, three, pause, one, two, three. I was vaguely aware that the patient across from me had severe OCD and I didn't really care.

I stood and wandered across the small white room to the very narrow little window next to me. It had bars on the outside of it and then very thick reinforced glass. I sighed and let my forehead rest against the glass, making fog appear. I then drew tiny pictures in the fog and groaned. It got so boring in this place. And it was even worse when your neighbors decided to stop screaming and start singing opera… Very badly…

I rolled my eyes and sat down on the small lump on the floor that I called my bed. They'd left my breakfast on the floor but they should've known by now I slept until one. That meant I wasn't going to be awake in time to eat it and have it still be warm. I was hoping I'd get to go outside. I couldn't quite remember what day it was so I didn't know if today was my day… But hopefully it would be. What I wouldn't do for a wizard's cigarette now…

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I flicked ash onto the pavement before me. The sun was too bright today as I sat on the small bench in front of a patch of grass. I squinted and brought my thin robe around my shoulders.

"You got any more of those?" a voice came from behind me. I turned and found my neighbor standing behind me. I hated letting my guard down around here. These weirdos always found a way to creep up on you when you thought you were alone.

"No Bernard. I do not," I drawled taking another drag off of my cigarette.

"It's not nice to be stingy," Bernard muttered. I stood slowly, turning to face him.

"You know Bernard, it's not nice to sneak up on people the way you just crept up behind me," I retorted. I turned to go back towards the building.

"Hey Draco," he began. I paused turning my head to the right slightly letting my chin touch my shoulder. I didn't make eye contact with him but traced the pattern of the leaves on the pavement. A light breeze was blowing.

"Hmmm?" I asked.

"You know they're coming for you right?" Bernard asked. I felt cold when I thought of my dream the night before. I didn't know whether it was excitement or fear… Perhaps a little of both? Doubt and hope? I didn't know.

"What are you babbling about now?" I asked turning to face him. He looked quite happy that I was paying him attention. Bernard always tried exceptionally hard to keep my company. I never knew why. It's not like I was friendly to him. He was a bloody muggle for God's sake. What the hell would I want with him?

"The devil's people," he replied. "I saw them skulking around the building you know. Three of them. They're going to come and break you out you know. Later on tonight. I could hear them thinking. All the time you're all thinking. And you're one of them! I bet you know about the things that attacked me!"

"Bernard I have no idea what you're talking about," I began, slowly beginning to back away. I felt like running now, my heart racing at deadly speeds. I hoped what he said was true but really now… How much weight could you put into something a crazy man said? I didn't want to let on that I secretly believed him either but I was slowly beginning to think he was telling the truth. Especially when I heard what he said next.

"I couldn't see them. But everything went dark… and everything went cold and I felt it sucking me! Sucking me out of my own skin through my mouth. They took my soul you know! And you're people sent them. I should kill you! I should kill all of you!"

At that point in our conversation the staff had noticed that dear ol' Bernie was getting upset and rushed over right as he lunged on me. We both went sprawling to the ground, my cigarette flying from my hand. My head hit the cement below me hard and my sight went white before there was nothing…

Nothing…

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So I suppose it's safe to say that the encounter with Bernard wasn't exactly my fault. Right? I didn't egg him on or anything. He just ran away with his assumptions. I woke in the infirmary that afternoon and found that my head had been wrapped up. It was very sore in the back and when I sat up a bolt of pain shot through me, forcing me to lie back again.

"Are you feeling alright Mr. Malfoy?"

I opened my eyes to find Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly standing at the foot of my cot holding his clipboard. I figured the two were inseparable. That's how he kept tabs on his patients and didn't get them mixed up.

"My fucking head hurts but other than that I'm fine," I mumbled. "Can I go back to my room yet?"

"Don't you want to know what happened?" my doctor asked. I was feeling oddly clear headed and although I still couldn't remember anything I suddenly had an amazing certainty that I didn't belong here. I didn't bloody belong here.

"I assume that Mr. Bernie that lives in the room next to me got upset. He was accusing me of being a wizard… Which is odd because I haven't told anybody that. And then he said that I'm the reason he got attacked by Dementors, not in that wording mind you, and then he jumped on me. I hit my head on the floor. My skull got cracked and I went unconscious. And now I'm here. It's pretty straight forward sir."

He began to take notes again. For some reason my hearing seemed to be heightened. The scratching sound that his pen made on the paper was suddenly grating very much on my nerves and at that moment my eyes felt as though they were trying to escape from my sockets and my mind seemed to contort as I saw a feather quill flying across paper. I remembered those. They had always gotten on my nerves when I thought about it too much… It was like nails on a chalkboard.

"Dementors?" Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly asked.

"This isn't a session," I drawled. "I won't say anymore…"

As a matter of fact I suddenly had the horrible feeling that he knew too much. And for that he'd have to be dealt with… I didn't know how but when I got out of here I would make sure he was taken care of by my people. But what people were those? I didn't know but I knew they were out there somewhere. Waiting… Probably wondering where I was. Of course when I had these thoughts I often second-guessed myself because I wasn't sure if I was crazy or not… I wasn't sure of anything. Yet now I was. I was more certain than I had been in a long time.

After fifteen minutes of silence I was escorted back to my cozy white room… Ha! Where I sat in the corner, diagonal from the small window and waited for dark. I waited because something in the air felt different. It felt like magic… You know. That beautiful static electricity that flew from other wizard's when they were near. The vibe. I found myself smiling as I ran a hand through my exposed hair. A few hours went by and the sun began to set. I had to pee very badly but that didn't matter. I was waiting…

And just around midnight… At least that's what I estimated… I heard a loud crack and suddenly my very narrow little window widened, the glass cracking as it stretched and then swiftly it shattered all over the floor and the bars bent. I was on the fourth or fifth floor I believe… I wasn't entirely sure but that's what I guessed and suddenly they poured in through the open gap in the wall, their heavy boots landing stealthily on the padded floor. They were wearing long robes and hoods. I couldn't see their faces but I knew they were my sort.

"Malfoy," a female voice said. Suddenly I saw what I'd been waiting to see for weeks now it seemed. She pulled out a sleek piece of wood that gleamed in the moonlight and pointed it at my face. And that was the end of all my doubts and suspicions that I was crazy. This confirmed everything I thought I knew. I found myself smiling. "Get up. You're coming with us."

The two male figures behind her had their wands trained on me as well. I had the feeling that perhaps these weren't exactly the wizards I wanted to keep company with. They didn't seem to like me much and even though I couldn't see them I had a feeling I wouldn't like them either.

"Am I being taken hostage then?" I murmured.

"Not necessarily," the girl whispered. "We think you can help us. But we have to go now."

"What's the rush?" I drawled leaning against the wall and crossing my arms over my chest.

"He hasn't changed much," the male on the left snapped. "Still arrogant-"

"Stop," the female said. "We're not going to get anywhere like this. Look Malfoy. You want out of here or not? Because we can leave you here to rot or we can all leave together. Now."

I contemplated what she said even though I'd already made my choice. Of course they weren't aware of this but I had. And quite suddenly I heard Bernard begin to scream. He began to scream and scream that I was escaping. The three wizards in front of me turned their heads startled. And then the male on the right pulled something out of his robe and rushed towards me throwing it over my head and securing it around me. Someone whistled and quite suddenly three broomsticks flew through the open gap in the wall.

"Get on," the wizard that had wrapped me in a cloak said pushing me forward.

"On the broom? Are you crazy?" I snapped.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked. "How much of a blow did you take to the head Malfoy? You used to be great at riding brooms. Now get on."

"We ride brooms?" I asked mounting it. That I didn't remember.

"What the hell happened to you?" the other male asked.

"Hold on," the female muttered urgently. She walked forward and grasped my hands, placing them on the shaft of the broom. "And don't look down."

Her touch had felt so familiar to me. I still hadn't gotten a clear look at any of them so it was safe to say that I was panicking. The lights in the rooms had turned on and suddenly the facility was alive with angry patients screaming because they'd been woken up. I could hear the men coming down the hallway to see what the commotion was about. The male got on behind me and kicked off the ground placing his hands on the shaft right behind mine. His hands were uncomfortably close to my crotch. The broom began to hover and he leaned forward, his body pressing against mine. I let out a startled cry when I looked down and realized the only thing that was visible on me was my hands and legs dangling over the sides of the broom.

"Dear God," I whispered as we soared out into the night. "What the hell did you do to me?"

"Shut up Malfoy. We'll explain when we get to the base," the other male said a little ways off. "But keep quiet. You'll blow your cover."

"My cover?" I shouted. "What the hell is going on?!"

"Shut him up Harry. Before I do," the male yelled. The bloke named Harry told his comrade to be quiet. I felt as though I was slipping off of the side of the broom and Harry quickly wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Keep yourself up, Malfoy," he said. He was being civil at least. My growing dislike for the other man was quickly becoming more and more apparent. So they knew me but I didn't know them. That was comforting. The female had charmed the window back to its original size and shape, fixing the broken glass and the bent bars.

"We're in the clear," she hollered over the whistling wind. "Now all we've got to do is get back."

And thus our long journey began.

A/N: Thank you for reading this far! Please tell me what you thought! I shall be posting on my other stories soon if you're familiar with my other works! If not you should check them out. They're all a little different. You might find something you like. :)