In the dining hall, his father was seated in one of the softest red plush thrones, awaiting his sons arrival before beginning to devour the meal before him. Draco and Lucius each swallowed their food slowly, in awekward silence. Until Lucius spoke, his voice barely a whisper, yet each word shattering Draco’s mind like a thousand shards of glass. “I know what you’ve been doing Draco.” He accused. Draco stared at the way the tendrils of smoke from his Fathers meal were slowly curving around the anguished features of his face, giving him the appearance of an old powerful wizard. Draco spun and faced the door, eagerly eyeing it as if willing to run out. But he did not run. “Do you?” He stated more than asked. Upon reaching his room, he flung open the door and walking past the broken mirror, he found the item he had seeked, an old battered suitcase was leaning against the side of his closet, lifting the object, he quickly discarded it onto an empty bed. He set about his task quickly, rummaging through drawers and tossing the necessary clothes into the case. He heaved the kitchen knife out of its hiding place and immediatley slashed a cut in the side of his mattress, gingerly feeling around inside the mattress he found his victim, he pulled out a wad of muggle cash and a heap of gold wizarding coins, he would need those.

Zipping up his suitcase, he lugged the load down the stairs, upon reaching the landing he gasped. “Uh-oh.” He spoke, feeling totally lame at having said it. From the bottom of the stairs his mother had an unusual glint in her eyes. “uh-oh is right!” she smiled. “where do you think you’re going young man?” She said. Draco just stood there staring at her, mouth open and gaping like a fish. “Away.” He finally replied, blushing. “I’m not stopping you.” She acknowledged steadily. “Good!” Shouted draco, the venom in his voice causing the bile to rise in the back of his throat. Before he changed his mind, he forced his way past his mother, causing her to stumble. Behind him he called “Goodbye Narcissa.” Behind his retreating back his mother had cried a tear which her son would never realise she had shed as he disappeared out the