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Chapter 3: The Departure

After a few hours, Mike was finally able to depart from the pinball machine. Draco definatly wasn't the best at pinball and spent a while cursing at the machine wishing he could hex it.

"If it doesnt take magic to operate the infernal things, it must take a rocket scientist, which that dunder head is obviously is not." Draco said with a laugh. It was his way of talking about wizardry without him revealing it completely.

"Who are you calling a dunder head?" Mike said with a fake pout.

All three of the boys laughed vigoriously.

When they arrived at the park there was a man standing at the park sign but he wasn't that recognizable from a distance. They got a bit closer when Draco finally realized it was his father.

"Draco," said Draco's father promptly. Draco's face was filled with terror at the sound of his voice, "Your coming along with me. I have important matters to discuss, with everyone."

Draco quickly turned on his father's heel staying close as they walked back to thier temporary apartment near the better side of town. It was still terrible but it was all they had at the moment. Before Billie Joe was out of eyeshot he threw him a sideways glance and he looked as if this was a befuddled dream. Draco rapidly looked forward once more, because he didn't want another unnessacary burise on the back of his head.

As soon as the boys were out of earshot, Lucius started explaining exactly why he had interupted the 'tom foolery' as he called it.

"It's about The Dark Lord." Draco flinched slighty at the words. Lucius went on, "He's returning to the United Kingdom to conceal his location. We have a feeling the ministry knows of our location."

"Are we going t-to leave a-also?" Stuttered Draco nervously.

"No. We are the cover. So we are to stay in this filthy muggle town until the season ends. A small price to pay to protect our Dark Master."

Draco shuttered. He was forced into being a death eater. All he wanted to do was take it all back. To berid of the wretched mark but he couldn't remove it. It went all the way to the bone.

As they returned to the temporary home, he peered in the window to see his aunt Bellatrix dancing joyfully as usual. It made him sick. She usually danced when she carried out any of Voldemort's plans. This was one of them, which made it even worse. He felt sick to his stomach as he entered the doorway. A strange feeling came around him that he wasn't sure of. His father seemed to have an air of arragonace around him that was greater than usual.

"Oh, Draco. You can pack your trunk and leave. We have no use for you now. Just don't think about leaving the city." Lucius smirked and moved into the room where Bellatrix was giggling and twirling. She seemed to look at him in a way that mad his blood chill. He hated her and wanted nothing more than to spit at her dancing feet. Instead, he went upstairs to do as his father said. When he entered his room he was shocked to find all of his things where already packed on his bed. A note was on the trunk that said;

No tranfiguration on your muggle clothes. No transfiguration at all. Magic is useable but nothing huge. Anyway there isn't any room so we voted you out. Proven to be worthless to the Dark Lord you have no place in this family.

-With uncontainable hatred

Auntie Bellatrix

He was furious and headed to the room his Aunt was in. He shoved the note in her face.

"What the bloody hell is this about?" He said as he clenched his fists at his side. His Aunt smiled grimmily.

"What do you mean, dearest?" She said with a slight sarcasm in her voice.

"You can't just toss me to the street!" He said angrily. His father came into the room followed quickly by his mother. "I'm not worthless!"

"The Dark Lord has decided that you are not right for the job, Draco." Lucius said as he stepped next to his sister-in-law. "He said you are only a threat to his hiding."

"It's only 3 weeks until I return to Hogwarts." Draco said with fear in his eyes. "Where am I supposed to go?"

"Who knows." Bellatrix said with a smirk. Narcissia stepped foreward.

"You are kicking him out Lucius." She said with a plea.

"I will do as the Dark Lord wishes." His father said with a snarl.

"I won't let you." Narcissia said hugging her son against her. "He is our son."

"Narcissia," Lucius said as he reached for his wife. "You know better than to come between the Dark Lord and his wishes."

"I will not back down." She said firmly.

"Then you leave me no choice." Lucius raised his wand and pointed it at his wife's heart. "Avada Kedavra."

Draco's mother fell limp to the floor as he found himself face to face with his father's wand. He could see no sorrow in the eyes of his mother's killer.

"Boy, I suggest you leave before you suffer a fate worse than hers." He said in a low voice. Draco scowled as he felt tears srping into his eyes.

"How could you?" He yelled as he stepped towards his father. "She was your wife!"

Draco knelt next to his mother's pale figure. Her eyes were frozen in fear and her mouth was in an O of shock. Draco fixed his cold eyes then on his father. "You're a monster!"

Draco felt the cold sting of his father's hand and is hit his cheek. He looked to the ground and let his blonde hair slip in his eyes. He couldn't let his father see him cry, but a tear slipped down his nose and onto his mothers forehead. Draco felt his entire body lifted off the ground at the neck by his father. He squirmed and yelpped as his front side slammed into the wall.

"Get out of my house boy!" Lucius said with a snarl. "You are worth nothing here or anywhere else! You are no son of mine."

Draco felt his feet hit the ground as hot blood started to come out of a small cut on his forehead. He felt a slight bruise forming on his cheek as he stood up. He gave one last look at his father; a pleading look wishing for the love that he'd never gotten from him. Feeling defeated, Draco left the house dragging his trunk behind him. The low toned mocking laughs of his family hit him like a bullet through the heart. The only one who he felt resonably accepted by was with his mother, but she was gone now. There was only one place he could think to go.

After the strange incedent at the park with Draco, Billie Joe and Mike went back to the house to talk about nothing and blast music until Marci got home. Billie Joe was laying on his back with his hands behind his head, listening to Mike drawl on and on about pointless jokes and stories. He didn't mind the babbling anyways. It almost put him to sleep, but then a knock came at the door.

Billie rushed down the stairs, almost falling on the way down. Out of the coner of his eye he saw Mike rushing after him. He didn't really care either way. He unlocked the dead bolt as quickly as he could but when he opened the door, he wanted to lock it again.

"Hey kid," said the sleeze ball Billie Joe was forced to call 'Dad' although he ws far from a father figure, "is your mom home yet? I got a suprise for her."

"No," Billie Joe said fighting the urge to punch the alcoholic bastard in the face, "she said she wouldn't be home until 10."

"Okay then, is anyone else here besides you and Mike then," he said with a slight scowl, "Marci mab-"

"Nope she probably went to see Kyle" Billie Joe cut him off trying not to make eye contact.

He kicked his muddy boots to the oppsite side of Billie Joe (for once) and walked to the fridge to grab a beer. It made Billie Joe want to vomit right then and there. It's strange how hatred can do that to a person.

Just as Billie and Mike headed up the steps, his 'dad' interjected "I saw the strangest thing on the way home. A little pale boy with white hair was cryin' on a trunk or somethin'. He said your name. Ya know anyone like that? Oh and he was playing with a stick too. What a little retard."

This was a real reason to punch the fucker in the face, but he wouldn't dissapoint his mom like that. He ran out the door and he seemed to go faster than the roadrunner at a glance. He knew where Draco would be. Sure enough he was under the park sign, staring at a stick.

It took at least five minutes for Draco to acknowlege Billie Joe. He quickly stashed the stick in a compartment of his trunk. Billie thought it strange. Why was it so freaking important. He disregaurded the thought and sat down next to Draco. Draco kept his face angled to the ground so that his blonde hair fell into his face.

"Hi," Draco said in a nervously tense voice, "um, I hate to ask this," he cleared his throat and continued to speak, "I have no where else to go. I got tossed out. I -"

"Stand up." Billie Joe said firmly. He grabbed the trunk and started wheeling it towards the house. "Welcome to the house of the abandoned and lost. Also known as my house." Billie turned back to smile at Draco, but Draco was staring at the ground, looking depressed.

Billie Joe took his hand and started walking back. They were both beat red. After awhile Billie let go of it, but it was still pretty embarassing. The weird thing about it was he didn't want to let go.

When Billie Joe opened the door, his step dad was still laying on the couch like a bum. Draco's white-blonde hair probably caught his eye enough to question who he was. Billie joe disreguarded the comment and silently got the case upstairs to his room.

"You are going to have to stay in here until i can talk to my mom, see if we can get you one of the rooms." Billie said trying to move things out of the way.

"That's fine. I can sleep in a coner if you want me to. I'm just glad i don't have to be on the street." Draco said with a bit of a laugh and stared at the floor.

"Draco, I can tell your a bit out of you element." Draco suddenly looked up with wide eyes and blushed a bit brighter. Billie Joe gasped at first sight of his face. His entire left side was purple and had dried blood that had trickled from a cut just below his hair line. "Um, Draco...What happened to you?"

Draco sat down on the edge of the bed and looked away scared. Billie sat next to him quickly and pushed his blonde hair back. Draco's hair was as soft as it looked and Billie Joe had a hard time pulling his hand away. He then let his fingers touch Draco's scab slightly. Draco jerked away quickly and jumped off the bed. He walked to the other side of the room and wrapped his arms around himself hugging his small frame.

"Draco," Billie Joe said as he stood up and walked towards Draco. "Please, tell me what happened to your face."

"It was my father in the park." Draco said with a blank tone. His voice was slightly shakey as he looked at the ground slightly.

"You two did look alike." Billie Joe began. But, Draco quickly cut him off.

"I'm nothing like him!" Draco said icily as he turned and glared at Billie Joe. He quickly realized that he was being rude and looked away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so cold."

"It's fine." Billie said as he stepped towards Draco. "Did your father do that to you?"

Draco nodded slightly as he choked on tears. "He killed my mother and when I yelled at him..."

"I get it..." Billie Joe said quietly and he looked at Draco. "I understand how you feel Draco."

Draco turned and looked at Billie Joe. He looked into Draco's grey eyes and felt his chest burn. When the first tear slipped from Draco's eyes, Billie Joe-without a thought- wrapped his arms around Draco and held him close. He slowly brought his lips to Draco's forehead and kissed it lightly. When Billie Joe moved his lips, Draco placed his head on Billie Joe's shoulder. He sobbed there for what seemed like ages as Billie Joe held him close. Billie JOe couldn't explain it but for some reason, this felt right. It felt perfect. When Draco pulled away, his eyes were red and Billie Joe's shirt was wet.

"I'm sorry." Draco said with a slight laugh as he dusted on Billie Joe's shirt. "I didn't mean to."

"It's fine. It's just water." Billie Joe said as he smiled at Draco. "I want you to feel comfortable here."

"I'm fine." Draco said as he blushed deeply. Billie Joe noticed that he and Draco were still locked into an embrace. Suddenly, the door burst open and Mike was standing there. Mike smirked goofily and began to laugh.

"Sorry to intrude." He said evilly. Draco and Billie Joe both blushed entirely as they jumped apart. Mike noticed Draco's face and whistled low. "Dang, what happened to your face dude?"

"Long story." Billie Joe said as the stepped towards the bathroom. "Wanna help me get him cleaned up?"

"Sure." Mike said with a shrug. "Got nothing better to do."

Billie Joe and Mike set forth on the task of cleaning up Draco's bloody face. Draco flinched every now and then from Mike's hand.

"Mike, you need to be more gentle." Billie Joe said angrily.

"Well, it won't come off." Mike said as he grabbed onto the back of Draco's head and scrubbed on his face.

"Ow!" Draco yelled pushing him away. "Get off me you great oaf!"

Mike scowled at him as Draco rubbed his forehead gently. He looked at Mike angrily. Billie Joe stepped foreward. "Let me do it."

He took Draco's chin in his hand lightly as he brushed his blonde hair back. He took the rag from Mike and lightly brushed it across Draco's face. When all of the blood was cleared, he stepped back and admired his handy work. "There, all cleaned up."

Draco smiled at him and looked around the room.

"So, where am I sleeping?" He asked catiously.

"Well, you can stay in here I guess. I'll go stay in Mike's room or something." Billie Joe said as he began to kick cans and clothes around the room trying to clean up. Draco shook his head.

"No. This is your house, I don't wanna take your room from you." Draco said with a slight smile.

"Blondie could always share my room." Mike said with a sarcastic wink. Draco did not look too pleased with this idea, which made Billie Joe laugh to himself.

"No it's fine. Draco and I can just share my room." He said as he smiled at Draco. Draco nodded and smiled too. They both blushed and looked away from each other. Billie Joe felt an odd sensation in his stomach and for the first time, he felt nervous.