Oxygen |Draco Malfoy|

Sirius Black

I hesitantly grabbed Remus Lupins arm, ready for the strange sensation of apparating. Dumbledore decided to take me to a place, Grimmauld place. I hadn't heard the conversation.

I had jumped on the opportunity, I don't want to go to my father's again.
He apparently thought that I wasn't mentally able to handle that at the moment. It was kind of offensive. "Are you ready?" Lupin asked, I squeaked in surprise. For a moment, I heard Voldemort, saying my name... Taunting me. "Yes" I muttered, shrugging it off.

I've heard these voices... Seen these things... I'm beginning to get used to his hissing voice in my thoughts. But when I see things... I will never​understand why I have to relive such terrible things! Sometimes, it's not even from the courtyard. I just see my mother, deteriorating day by day, or the green light hitting her chest.

"Okay... One... Two" Lupin began, I gulped, awkwardly clutching his arm. Then, my insides twisted, creating nausea to course through my veins. But it was gone after a second, the loud crack echoing in my ears as I collided with the ground, or more pacifically, a very slippery rug.

I let out a grunt as my chin hit the solid floor, the metallic taste of blood trickling at a dangerous pace into my mouth.

I heard cursing and was jerked to my feet, steadied by someones arms. "Are you all right?!" I heard a voice say, I then realized, I was looking directly into the eyes of Sirius Black. Exciting.

I put a finger up, then spun around, opening the door and spitting the blood gathering in my mouth into the grass. "So, I was right?" I asked, shutting the door and turning to Black. Members of the order stood around not really knowing how to explain.

"Well-" I cut him off. "You're innocent. Obviously, Peter Pettigrew was an unregistered animagus, such as yourself, and James Potter, probably too be with your dearest werewolf? Then, on the night your dearest James and Lily Potter were murdered, you found them first, and went to confront Pettigrew, yet he turned the tables on you. Cutting off the finger, casting the spell, changing into a mangy, dirty rat, and fleeing... The perfect plan for an idiot, an easy give away for anyone with at least a sliver of common sense" I smirked, watching all their stunned faces.
"H-how did-" I cut him off. "I like to think, Black, that I do have a sliver of common sense. But possibly, I'm just as big an idiot as all of you, and am simply an observer" I sighed, throwing my bag over my shoulder. They all were silent. "So! If any of this is going to work, I need a room, my own room promised by Dumbledore" I told them.

"Up stairs, down the hall, to the left" Mrs.Weasley instructed timidly. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley! Hopefully, others will soon follow your example and shut their mouths, unless they now work as fly catchers... Just a suggestion" I said, disappearing upstairs. I slammed the door and slid down it, dropping my bag.

My father's gonna kill me... He's gonna beat me till my last breath. I took a deep breath, shaking my head, he can't get me. I felt a hot breath on my neck, and a hiss, tormenting me with a clear message. I turned and came face to face with Voldemort, his dead eyes full of amusement. I let out a squeak and scrawled away, landing on my elbows. I shut my eyes and reopened them.

Empty air, nothing. He was gone, leaving me staring horrified at a doorway, my bag contents scattered across the floor. His dead eyes no longer watching me. But the message still ran clear...

He can find you. I can to. And we're going to kill you. Teresa Likel, we are going to kill you.

I sat in a stupor, breathing heavily. "Teresa? Are you okay?" I heard Lupin shout from down stairs. I couldn't bring myself to answer right away.

"F-Fine" I called out, hesitantly getting to my feet. I didn't bother picking up my belongings before grabbing a quill and parchment, collapsing into the seat of the desk.

Draco's P.O.V ~The next day~

I anxiously paced around my room, awaiting her letter. She promised to write me everyday... I jumped when I heard a taping at the window. It wasn't hers, but I scrambled to get the letter anyways.
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Draco... I couldn't risk sending my owl, we both know very well that my father is after me. I wish to see you, if you can manage to get away... Don't bother replying, I don't want this owl to be recognizable, so the less I use it the better. I will wait for two hours in our place, if you come, tell no one. I'm sorry I can't wait longer, several death eaters and my father are too thank for that. ~T.D 6.08 a.m
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I anxiously looked at my watch, I have an hour and a half to get there. "Mother! I'm going to Diagon Alley" I yelled, lying through my teeth. Of course I won't tell anyone where I'm going. Only Teresa, Dumbledore, and I know.

She yelled am okay that could barely be heard from across the mansion. I threw on a grey T shirt and threw the letter in my fireplace, I can't have mother or father finding it. I sighed, then stepping into the fire. "The Book Emporium" I whispered.

As I landed in the abandoned building I coughed at the dusty smell. I looked around for the back door and silently walked through it, coming to a dark alley. No one was to be seen, do I stepped out of the shadows, running through the alley, towards the woods to be exact.

After about seven minutes of running, I came to the cottage. Breathlessly, I stepped into the fireplace. "Liote Ontre Muso" I whispered the original spell Dumbledore created. Then... I landed in the rusty train car. "You came" I heard her angelic voice.

I grinned, turning around to see her half hidden by the shadows. "Yes, of course I came" I told her, taking a step forward. "I see it was in a hurry, judging by the hair... And the clothes" she grinned. I glanced down. I was in plaid pajama pants and a very shirt, and my hair was sticking out in all different directions.

I smirked at her. "So... Are you gonna stand there or stop playing mystery girl and give me a kiss?" I took yet another step towards her. "I'm not sure..." She teased. I scowled, grabbing her arm and dragging her into a kiss.

She grinned against my lips, lacing her fingers through my messy hair. I gently placed a hand on her back, knowing the bruises are still there. "Would you like some butter beer? Or food, my host is an amazing cook" she pulled away, biting her lip. I grinned, nodding.

"Turn on that lantern" she told me, sticking her arm into the bag. "Undetectable extension charm?" I questioned. She nodded, pulling out two butter beers. I propped myself against the opposite end of the train car with the drink, watching her hips away. She moved so gracefully.

She the collapsed beside me, two steaming plates in her hand. "Thank you, darling" I flirted, dramatically kissing her knuckles. She chuckled. "Did you help cook this?" I asked. "Please! I once caught my sister on fire while trying to cook!" She laughed. She then paled, realizing what she had said.

"You had a sister?" I whispered. She nodded, guilt written in her eyes. "What happened to her?" I asked. "She's dead" she said, no emotion leaking into the statement. "Tell me about her, it might be good for you to talk about it" I sighed, she nodded.

"Her name was Marie... She was 15 when she died. I was only five" her voice cracked.
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"Just stay out of my life, Draco! I don't need you, I don't need anyone! Just stop trying! Wanna know what happens when I get close to someone? They leave me! And I would rather be alone!"

"You don't have to be alone anymore"