[COMPLETED] Drarry | A Change

Chapter 8

"Draco! This letter... What Healer Training?" Narcissa held up the letter for Draco to see. Draco quickly snatched the envelope from her and stuffed it in to his pocket. "Nothing, don't worry about it."

A week ago, Draco had reluctantly obliviated Narcissa and mended her memories; that they were muggles all along. No magic, no War. Draco also feed Narcissa information that her husband passed away as a honorable man, not one like Lucius. Draco wanted to give Narcissa a better life, thus they moved to Muggle London, like what Draco always wanted. He went on to visit Umbridge, and very surprisingly, she remembered him — only bits of memories, nothing magic related. She dearly welcomed him and Narcissa into her home and took them in gladly. Narcissa and Umbridge got along well, at least the two former loners had a friend to confide in now.

Today was the day Draco's Healer Training starts, Draco knew. But he had missed an hour of it already. Umbridge knew a little bit about magic, Narcissa none. Draco begged Umbridge to take care of his mother while he went to 'work' — as in muggle work. "Mum, only a week, and I'll be back. I promise. I need to work, pay a bit of the bills, we can't just depend on Um- Dolores forever." Narcissa felt defeated and let her son go. "Okay... Be back soon!" She waved to Draco. Umbridge- no, Dolores, behind her, also waved. Draco bid his goodbyes and left for Diagon Alley. He was late, he knew. But training was from Mondays to Today's, he would visit on weekends. Draco rushed to Diagon Alley after chasing a Taxi. He hopped on and gave the location details, which weren't that of familiar to the driver but they managed to get there.

By the time they reached, the Healer Training was over. He had to wait for tomorrow then. Draco sighed and dumped his trunk on the bed of the room he rented off The Leaky Cauldron. He took a quick shower and jumped in bed which he was to fall asleep on. A long week was about to come. As a Death Eater Healer in Saint Mungo's. At least he wasn't recognized today and wasn't hexed. Well... He had a disguise on. Plus, he had hollow sunken cheeks, pale and thin body, dirty blond hair, he looked a bit different? He had a few scratches and scars on his face and hands, if not, under all the long clothing which didn't fit Draco quite well.

Draco's heart thumped nervously against his ribs. He let out a shaky breath. He closed his eyes and let the darkness take him for the night. Tomorrow was another day, but now, rest was needed.