Alone

The Run-Away

I landed in Tisbury, a town about 10 miles from the Manor. It still hadn't sunk in that I was running away; it was like I was just going out for a few hours to get away from Dad. I remembered when I was 12, I disappeared from home after a beating and flew to Harry's aunt and uncles house. We were friends then, and it was worth every hour to see his face when he saw me. I was gone for roughly 10 hours, because I'd gone to London as well; my parents didn't even realise. Although that was probably a good thing.

I had no idea where I was going, and I was tired, so I sat on a bench and got lost in my memories. Harry had been so happy to see me - even if he couldn't believe it. Weasley and Granger hadn't written to him, although he later told him that Dobby had hidden them. I smiled, I missed Dobby. He was my only true friend in the Manor, and would always comfort and help him after a beating. But then Harry set him free. I didn't talk to him for the rest of the term, or the whole of summer. We eventually gave in, as we both missed each other, and made friends again. He probably thought I was being a stuck-up Prat. I can't say I blamed him. He didn't know about the abuse, still doesn't.

An hour passed and I realised I needed to figure out where to go next. I could go to Snape's, he was my god-father after all. But then again he was a Death-eater. He'd probably hand me to old voldy on a plate. Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Daphne and Astoria had never been my real friends - I only hung out with them to maintain my reputation. I could go to Blaise's, but technically a blood traitor now, so he might turn me away. Possibly the Leaky cauldron, but my father would expect me to go there.

Several minutes passed as I desperately thought of a place to go. I didn't have enough muggle money for almost 2 months in a hotel, and Lucius would expect me to go to a wizard one. Shit! Why didn't I think this through?! It was gone 3 now, meaning I was running out of time to run away. This was stupid. The whole thing was a stupid idea. Harry was neglected and forced to live in a cupboard for 11 years. He never ran away.

Harry.... Harry! That was it! Surely there must be some part of him that still cared about me - despite everything we'd been through. He'd possibly know somewhere I could stay, or I could always threaten his aunt and uncle to stay - if Harry was fine with it, of course. It was a long shot of course. There was a large chance he'd turn me away. But I was running out of time, and I was getting desperate. Okay, where the hell did Harry live. Think think think.
Come on..... Privet Drive.... SURREY! Yes! I disappeared into an alley and flew away into the night.

It started raining about half way there, and at 5am I was soaked. I was cold, and regretting everything. I landed in Surrey, and attempted to find Privet Drive. After an hour of walking aimlessly, I was getting frustrated with myself. Harry maybe wasn't even here. He was probably staying at the Burrow, or where ever the Weasleys lived. Ugh, I was so stupid. This was why I wasn't a fucking Ravenclaw. Because of my stupidity and irrationality, I was wet, cold, tired, and fucking pissed off. I felt twitchy, and I ducked into an alleyway and brought out by blade. I felt a wave of relief and calm when it drove into my arm and the scarlet tears were gently falling out.

The sleep deprivation over the past few days due to the pain of my beatings must have finally caught up because I was up hours later to full daylight. Well, it was still a bit drizzly and gloomy, but still daylight. No wonder, as my watch read 8:15.

In the daylight, it was easier to get my bearings, and I soon found the town centre of Little Whinging. After like 10 minutes of looking I found Privet Drive and memorised the route. I got lost a few times, but asking passers-by I quickly got on the right track. Some guys I asked said they'd give me a lift but I'm not that dumb. Eventually I found Privet Drive, but I got that uncomfortable feeling you get when you feel like you've messed up. Now it really dawned on me the situation I was in - and I didn't like it. I was in a strange town, I knew no one.... And I was scared. If my dad found me he'd kill me for sure. My chest tightened and I was struggling not to cry. My breathing quickened and I was struggling to breathe. The large lump in my throat didn't make it any easier either. An old, batty looking woman who spelt of cabbage and cats asked if I was alright, but the adrenaline and pounding in my ears made it almost impossible to hear her, or process what she was saying. I almost screamed when she touched my arm, and I jerked it away. I then did the first thing that I thought of. Run.

It's a surprise I didn't get knocked down, but I eventually found a playground. I only processed it because I crashed right into the slide. I sank to the ground and sobbed into my arms. I prayed that no one would bother me. I calmed down and felt annoyed that I'd had a panic attack in public. I hadn't had one that bad since I saw Moody, or Crouch Jr, torture that spider in 4th year. It was scary to see what actually happened to me whenever I was home. But that wasn't my home now. I didn't have a home now. I realised that my nose was bleeding but I didn't care. Any kind of pain was fine by me.

I calmed down, and I knew I should get moving - but I was too tired, cold, and miserable to care. Maybe it would be better if I was caught. I'd be killed and to be honest I wouldn't care. Maybe it would be better off if I was dead. No one would miss me anyway.

I sat there when I heard footsteps approaching me.
Please leave me alone.... I thought, willing them to suddenly remember they were missing their favourite TV show, and needed to rush back to see it.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" I heard someone ask. Fuck.
"I'm fine. You can go now." I know it was cold but I wasn't in the mood for company.
"Are you sure? Maybe I could -"
"Will you just fuck off?! What part of I'm fine don't you -" I looked up, to see a boy with a black birds nest for hair and ridiculous glasses. Shit shit shit.......
"Draco?! What the hell?!"
I turned away, "Shit........" I whispered under my breath.