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Draco pov:

       "What the fuck just happened?!" Y/n's voice rasps.

My arm slings over her shoulder, holding me from dropping to the ground. Normally if I was in public with her like this I would be fearing for my life, but I feel as if it's too late for that.

When my eyes focus I realize that the floor we are standing on is actually the road of Hogsmeade. My jaw drops. The streets have been emptier since the first battle, but people in shops, who are too fucking poor, still stand working in the windows. I turn to pull Y/n away into at least an alley so we can get the out of here but leg only falls limp.

God fucking christ.

"You can't walk on that. Let's get inside somewhere, I can heal it, I promise." Her voice says quieter, trying to calm me down.

It isn't raining here, so we just stand dripping puddles of water onto the road.

"We need to get out of here, Y/n." I demand. I don't mean for it to come out so harsh, but I need her to hear me.

My leg feels like lead.

"Apparante," I start but then realize I have no idea where to go. We certainly can't go to Hogwarts, which she still doesn't understand why, nor can we go to the manor. I'm not safe anywhere in the wizardry world.

"I know a place..." She says pulling me to the side of the road. It seems like someone is staring out of the window at us now.

With another notion both, her and I, are back to becoming air. Now that I'm realizing it, the feeling of apparanting is like fading underneath the universe. You aren't where you started, you aren't anywhere.

The ground hits us with another loud thud.

"I really can never get used to that..." I mumble. We stand in the middle of the road, again. It's dark and the closest street light is blocks down the road. None of the houses even has light spilling out of curtains.

"How is your leg," She asks. I get a sudden dawn when I look at her. Even in the dark I can see how scared she is.

So much has happened since I hid her and I haven't been able to explain anything. She can barely even breath. Her hair is nappy and her shirt sticks to her chest.

And here she is still wondering about my leg.

"Where are we?" I say looking around again. I don't recognize this place at all, which is then again a good thing.

She hesitates, "My dad's house."

I notice how she doesn't call it her own. We've never talked about family, really at all. I never realized that, that isn't just because of it being a touchy subject with me. It can also be with her.

I'm so fucking terrible.

We step forward. Or at least I try to with the hand of Y/n holding me up.

Alike the streets, her house is dark as we enter. She slips off her shoes and leads me to her couch. The couch is decades old, and not in a 'vintage' type of way. It reeks of cigarettes and weed.

With almost making no noise at all she brings a footstool to prop my foot up.

"Is he home?" I ask.

"He could be asleep but I have no idea what time it is. He could also be out." She presses her thumb on her chin and takes out her wand. "We'll have to see him at one point if we need to stay here for a couple days."