Oh, Shit

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The first thing he notices when he comes to is that he is freezing. It is freezing, and the second is that he is absolutely soaked through and it is raining and he is for whatever reason outside. The third is that his entire body feels like it is going to convulse if he even tries to move, so he can only groan and whimper and curl wherever he is at trying to spare the tears that flood his eyes, not that it matters considering the rain would wash them away either way. He notices, as his fourth thing after coming to from the darkness, as he turns on his side that there is a rather large, and old, building before him. It was inhabited, if the screaming for someone inside was not obvious enough. Draco does not know what they are screaming, only that he wishes they would stop. it hurts his ear drums. It is painful, and he most certainly does not appreciate it. The last thing he notices is the sign, and with dawning horror the confusion that was he was not in his time anymore...he did not know when he was, but it was not when he should be. Those are the only thing he has the chance to know before his vision blurs and he does not know anything anymore.

The next thing he realizes is speaking, but the words he can actually make out this time.

"We can't possibly have him room with...with...Him!"

"That is the only space available."

"Surely we can make space!" A sigh, disappointed and somehow also slightly worried.

"We have been making space for the last three kids. There really is no more. You know this better than I." A groan, but then Draco coughs, a shudder rolling down his spine once again. The woman stop talking and turn their gaze towards him.

"There you are," The elder one says, Draco doesn't know what to make of her, unsure as he just stares, blinking with a blank look on his face. "We were worried for a moment. You almost got a rather deathly cold from being outside in the cold and rain for so long." Draco just continued to stare, his face twisting in confusion. "Oh dear, Do you know what day it is?" Draco shook his head slowly, furrowed brows. "It is July 1st, 1943." Draco grit his teeth, his eyes staring out at the Matron blankly, still wet, but no tears fell down his cheeks. "D-Do you know where your parents are?" Draco felt his eyes water, and a his lower lip wobble as he heard the Dark Lord in his mind. For your insolence, Young Draco, it will not be your punishment to dole, no...But he had to remember, his parents were not whenever he was, and furthermore, he had no doubt that the Dark Lord already either tortured them, killed them, or sent them to Azkaban as he seemed quite fond of doing.

"Gone," He said softly, his voice was monotone, something which seemed to startle the matrons.

"G-Gone?"

"They are likely dead by now. That is, if they are lucky." Draco said his words scarcely above whispering level, the matrons had to lean forwards to hear a word he was saying. He did not bother speaking louder. He also did not repeat himself, there was no point. They were muggles, and even if they were not, even if he wanted to, he cannot go back...The Time Turner was not yet invented. At best he would have to wait until it was to return, and who knew what he would return to, or if he even could go that far without splitting his existence. Magic drug him to this time, so Magic would have to deal with his meddling.

"I see, the war has split so many families."

"We did just recently have that major defeat a few months ago...remember...at..."

"I remember. February, the first defeat actually. Or at least, major one." All Draco could gather was that it seemed that Muggles had a war going on as well, not something he wanted to know. He knew that Grindlewald was still at large, but he definitely was not aware of the muggle side of things. He groaned, fingers going to his temples leaving the Matrons to shut up.

"Oh, perhaps now is not the time for this."

"You are most right. Sweetie, how...how old are you?" Draco blinked, startled at the sudden change, but did not allow that much emotion on his face, nor in his voice as he answered dutifully.

"I turn sixteen on July 5th, Madam." He said softly. His pale eyes were somewhat eerie to Muggles, a majority of the time, he knew, which explained the slight startle that they gave as he turned his eyes towards the first Madam. However, giving points to their credit, they did not dwell on it.

"Well, you may stay with us for another two years, if you are willing." Draco bowed his head, he had no other place to go, what would he do? It was not as though he could just march up onto the Malfoy gates and demand to be taken in. His grandfather would have a fit, he definitely did not need to see his grandfather angry, his Father showed him the Malfoy anger and the damage it caused more than once.

"You will have to room with Tom, though I am afraid."

"If he does anything, at all, let us know immediately." Draco smiled politely.

"Madam," he said with a slight incline of his head in lue of answering yes or no.

"I am sorry, the rooms are not all that big, but they could be worse." The Second Matron said simply as she slowly led Draco up the halls. "I will get you different clothes, of course, I doubt Tom would be willing to share." She sighed heavily. Draco did not care much to continue to listen to her chatter and ignored her until they got to this mysterious 'Tom's' room.