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“Come Draco!” Snape hissed, as he grabbed Draco’s arm and ran through the tree’s. Draco had never run so fast in his life. His long legs pounded on the earth, as his robe got caught in the wind. Shrugging off everything except his green T-shirt, he found it easier to run. Making a mad attempt to catch up with Snape, he had fallen quite a few times, and he would have the scars to prove it. Running fast yet, the both of them finally collapsed next to a small creek, that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. No more trees, and no more houses. But more importantly, no Avada Kedavra screams flying through the air. No more screams. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

“Where are we going?” Draco gasped, as he bent over and grabbed his ankles.

“I’m not sure.” Snape said, leaning up against a tree.

“So, we’re just running?” Draco said, his face getting hot. “And we don’t know where we’re going? Severus, we can die out here!”

“Professor Snape to you still Draco.” Snape said lightly. “And we won’t die out here. At least, you won’t.” He said thoughtfully. “We’ve run way past my house, but that doesn’t matter, because they’ll be searching there anyway.” He looked at Draco. “Is there anywhere you could go?”

“No.” Draco said faintly. “Crabbe and Goyle got caught. They’re the only two people who would provide us any shelter at all.

“And their parents?”

“They moved out a while ago. While we were still in school.”

“The house?”

“They burned it.”

“Bloody hell.” Snape said, standing up. “Come on, we’ve gotta find somewhere to sleep tonight. It’s getting dark.”

“Can’t you conjure up a tent or something?” Draco said, a bit sarcastically.

“Yes, of course.” Snape snapped. “But I’d much rather sleep with a few trees around me, so we’re not to easily spotted, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, fine.” Draco mumbled. Picking up his wand, he followed Snape until they found a small forest.

Muttering quickly, Snape conjured a small tent. Draco peeked inside and was delighted to see that it was like a miniature house on the inside.

“Is there food in there?” Draco said hopefully.

“How can you even think of eating?” Snape said, surprised. Draco shrugged. Rolling his eyes, Snape continued “Yes, there’s some. But then go to sleep okay. We need to leave in a few hours.”

“Why so soon?” Draco said, helping himself to some bread and butter he found in the refrigerator.

“So they can’t find out.” Snape said, sounding a bit peeved. “I’m going to sleep. Please, do the same.”

Draco watched Snape make his way to the other side of the tent. Finishing his food, Draco made his way as well. Closing his eyes, he was finally able to get some sleep.

Screaming in terror, Draco awoke. Clinging onto his blankets he quickly looked around. Noticing that no one was there, he sighed and laid back down.

Wait. No one was there.

Sitting up, slightly frantic, Draco’s eyes scanned the room for Snape. His eyes landing on the couch across the room, he noticed that there was no body occupying it. Hoping desperately that he had simply gone to the bathroom or something, he slipped off the couch and quietly walked towards the kitchen. He wasn’t there. Trying not to panic, he ran to the other side of the room. Still no Snape. Breathing hard, Draco sat back down on his couch. And that’s when he saw it.

“Blood?” He asked himself quietly. There wasn’t much, but there was a definite trail of it, leading out the tent door. Swallowing, he stood back up and followed it out the door. As soon as he was out the door he felt a pair of hands grab him. He remembered nothing more.

“Wake up brat.” Draco felt a hard foot meet his side. Grunting, his vision cleared. Looking up he glared.

“Father.” He mumbled, getting to his feet.

“Sit down” His father growled, pushing Draco to the floor. “And you are no son of mine. My son would have carried out his duty. My soon would have followed orders.” He was seething. “MY REAL SON WOULD HAVE KILLED DUMBLEDORE!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Lucius!” A soft voice came from behind Draco. Whirling around he came face to face with.

“Mother?” Draco said softly, a small trace of happiness in his voice.

“Hi sweetie” She said softly, pulling him into a hug. Draco heard his father snort.

“I have business with the boy.” He said as they let go. “Please leave us.” Narcissa bent her head and nodded. With the grace of a swan, she quickly left the room.

“Where are we?” Draco said, deciding that it was safe to ask. He couldn’t possibly anger his father any more than he already had. He twitched a bit at the thought. This place looked oddly familiar.

“Hogwarts of course.” His father said, rolling his eyes. “The Room of Requirement.”

“Oh.” Draco said, his heart dropping. Realizing it was summer, he breathes again. No students here. No more people could get hurt. Thankfully, his relief didn’t show on his face.

“Draco.” Her father said sternly. “You know you must be punished.” Draco remained silent. He learned that when in this position, you try not to say anything. “The Dark Lord will come soon.” He whispered, smiling evilly. “I will leave you now.” He said. And with a turn of the heel, he walked out of the room. Draco was left alone. Yet, it was better to be alone then to be with that horrible man.

Sitting down, Draco found himself lost in his thoughts. So lost in fact, that his eyes closed and he was soon fast asleep.

For the second time that day (night?) he felt a rough kick to his side. But it was a different voice that spoke this time.

“Rise Malfoy” Came the cold, and dead voice of Lord Voldemort himself. Shaking violently, Draco stood up to face his master. Although they were roughly the same height, Draco could shake the fear. Making eye contact he felt a pain shoot through his head. Wincing he grabbed his head.

“UH!” He moaned, almost kneeling.

“You have failed me boy.” Lord Voldemort spoke with venom. “I gave you a beginners task. A simple task. And you were enable to complete it.”

“Not even you could destroy Albus Dumbledore!” Draco yelled, standing up and facing him. “You wouldn’t even go near him!”

“Crucio!” Voldemort yelled, raising his wand. Draco bent at the knees and fell to the floor. He had enough experience to curl into a ball, and scream into his knees. For what went on for about 10 seconds seemed like hours. When the curse ended, he stayed in that position, and did his best to hide the tears that were flowing from his face.

“Get up.”

“Yes master.” Draco mumbled, somehow managing to get back to his feet. Again, he made eye contact.

“You’re going back home Malfoy. And you will stay there until I call for you. Do you understand me?” Straightening, Draco nodded.

“I do.”

“Good. Now, go!” And then, before Draco even knew what was happening, he felt as if his stomach had dropped out of him, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He closed his eyes, afraid. And when he opened them he was in front of his mother, in his own living room.

“Mother” He said softly, running into his mothers arms.

“You’re father is upstairs. You must go to your room Draco.” Draco let go of her and nodded.

“The…The Dark Lord said-”

“Not now Draco. Later, we’ll talk. Now please, go!” Draco nodded and ran upstairs to his room. Looking at his bed, he gratefully ran towards it and jumped into it. And, yet again, fell asleep.

Draco awoke to someone tugging at his arm. Why was it that no one would let him sleep?

“Come Draco, you must wake up. Come on!” He heard his mothers soft voice.

“Huh?” He said, rolling around to face her.

“Your father is gone. Now’s the time. You must leave.” She whispered anxiously. “Come now, gather some things.” She ran to his dresser and began putting clothes in a large bag.

“What?” Draco said, fully awake.

“Draco!” His mother said, this time in an almost raised voice. “Don’t question me! Grab your wand, grab you clothes!” she said, thrusting the bag at him. Catching it, he then grabbed his wand and stuffed it in with his clothes.

“What time is it?” was all Draco could manage to say.

“Almost 3 in the morning. Now, I’m going to give you some floo powder. You’re going to floo to an abandoned house in a Muggle village. Then you will run. You will run and hide, as far away as you can go.” Then she turned to Draco. “You must however, stay in England. This way I can reach you. Warn you if need be.”

“I’m…I’m running away?” Draco said, shocked. His mother might be different, but she was still a Malfoy. She truly didn’t believe this.

“Yes, you must.” And seeing the shocked look on Draco’s face she said, more seriously. “You must Draco. They’ll kill you if you don’t. They’ll…they’ll kill me if you don’t.”

“What do you mean?” Draco said, his eyes narrowing.

“You’re task, Draco! The task they’re assigning to you!”

“What about it?”

“You don’t know what it is.”

“And you do?”

“Killing me.”

Well guys, yet another story up. This one won't be very long though, so don't get too attached. Lol, I'm just kidding guys, please, get attached! And please rate and review, I thrive off those. Thanks guys!

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