Run

Layla Wright had no inkling that magic existed, the name Voldemort went right over her head and she had no clue what a muggle was. So how is it that she got stuck right smack in the middle of a wizarding war? When Draco Malfoy walked into the antique shop that she happened to work in, she had no clue that it would be destroyed by Death Eaters. And she definitely never thought that she and this stranger would have to go on the run.

Now, hiding from Death Eaters, she learns that this mysterious Voldemort won the Battle of Hogwarts, the infamous Harry Potter is dead, and the wizarding world, along with the muggle world, has no hope. At least, that's what they were led to believe...

Completely out of her element, with just a long barrel pistol as protection, Layla is thrown into a world she never knew existed in the midst of a takeover. She is persuaded to not only protect the wizarding world, but her own as the two collide.

Alternate Universe FF (FF Royale competition)

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2. abandoned house

Almost immediately after we introduced ourself, Draco was back on his feet. "We have to leave here. And fast. They started tracking all of the magic use recently so they'll be coming. I jumped between a few places before bringing us here so it should at least slow them down," he said matter-of-factly, grabbing my hand to help me up.

I gaped at him, getting up whilst my leg throbbed almost intolerably. "You act like I should know what those words mean."

Draco sighed again. He seemed to be doing that a lot. "I guess I should probably explain... How about we get out of here first, before the Death Eaters come to kill us, and then I'll explain. Does that sound alright to you?"

I shrugged and followed him. We were in the middle of a field that was just outside a village. Little houses and shops sat in a cluster and people walked the streets, paying us no mind. With a pang, I realized that it looked a lot like my village. I wondered what my parent's would say about my sudden disappearance and what everyone would do about the shops being destroyed. So much was left behind in just a few seconds. 

We made our way to the village, blending in with the townspeople as I followed Draco to wherever it was that he was taking me. I wanted so badly to ask, to feed my desire to know something, but I held it back. I would find out soon enough.

And I did. We headed up the walkway to the one house that was ugly enough to bring down the value of the rest of the village. The brick red paint on the wood structure was almost entirely peeled off, the door was only hanging by one hinge, four out of the five windows were busted and the inside was painted with graffiti. It smelled like spray paint and trash.

It was my turn to sigh. "Are we seriously going to stay here?" I complained.

"We don't exactly have much choice. If you have better idea then, by all means, speak up."

I followed him into the abandoned house. The inside was decaying and probably held about five types of mold within the walls. There was one big room with nothing to signal that that was any different when it was an inhabitable space. The leftover parts from the stove and washer stuck out of the floor and there was a hole in the wall where I dryer would have went. The left hand corner of the ceiling was completely charred. Pieces of trash were scattered across the floor and 'wankers' was painted across an entire wall.

"Lovely," I mumbled, astounded that I was in this situation. My adrenaline was waning and a wave of exhaustion and disbelief washed over me. Here I was, with a complete stranger who apparently had special powers, preparing to spend the night in an abandoned house in God knows where, after just having killed or injured three grown men. This could only happen to me.

Draco took it upon himself to sit in a holey arm chair that had been left by the previous owner. I let him have it since there was a pungent smell of mildew wafting from it. I opted for the floor, sliding down the damp wall behind me and landing on an empty McDonalds cup, which I promptly moved. "So, are you going to explain now?"

"I said I would, so I will. But it'll take awhile."

I gestured to our surroundings. "It doesn't look like I have much else to do. Look, I'm trusting that you aren't a murderer so the least you can do is give me a little information."

His eyes closed for a moment and he let out a deep breath. When he opened them again, his gray eyes looked tired. They were such a stark contrast from my almost black eyes. I was instantly jealous, always coveting those who had light irises. "I'm a wizard," he said abruptly, snapping me out of my trance.

I laughed instinctively, which is what I always did in an uncomfortable situation. "Right."

"Did you not see the fight back there? With my wand?" he said, picking his stick back up and showing it to me. "I know you're a muggle but I mean, c'mon. What else could explain what just happened?"

"Prove it."

"I already did! How do you think we got here? I apparated us. We're at least a dozen villages away from yours. Besides, the Ministry is tracking all magic use now. If I prove it to you, they'll find us and we'll be killed." He put his wand in his lap, keeping a firm grip.

My head was spinning. Nothing he was saying made sense to me. Magic didn't exist... Right? "Why are they trying to kill you?" I asked when nothing else came to mind. 

"My family and I betrayed...He Who Must Not Be Named during the Battle of Hogwarts... Ugh," he groaned, "I guess I should explain what happened before... 

"There is a dark wizard whose name we don't speak. He can't be killed... Well, there was only one person who had the ability to get rid of him and...he died during the battle. Hogwarts is the school I went to... It was my home. And he destroyed it. Now he's taken over the entire wizarding population and is in the process of enslaving the muggles too. And they're after me because my family betrayed him. My mother and father have already been killed... But I got away. They want to make an example of me, so I've been on the run since."

I couldn't comprehend a word. I got from my seat and walked towards him and without even thinking twice, I pinched his arm. Yep, he was solid. And annoyed, judging by the sound that came out of his mouth. "What was that for?"

"I was just making sure that you weren't a figment of my imagination. This sounds absolutely insane. Am I insane? Have I suffered a psychotic break?"

"Probably," he mumbled, rubbing his tender arm.

I ignored him and returned back to my spot. My head was telling me to run for the hills but the rest of me...the rest of me still wasn't sure what to think. But where would I go anyway? My intuition was the mouthiest of all, as usual, screaming, he's telling the truth. He's telling the truth. "Sorry about your parents."

"Yeah...thanks."

It was quiet for a few minutes. The sky had started to darken outside, the air became chilly, and the crickets began to sing. "So, why is it that only one person could stop him? What's so great about him?"

Draco seemed to zone out at that moment. He spoke but he was somewhere else entirely. "It was Harry Potter. The boy who lived. You-Know-Who tried to kill him when he was a baby but he couldn't. Ever since then, it's been a race to see who can kill who first...until recently, anyway. He went to my school... I've known him since we were eleven." He grew even quieter. "He saved my life the day that he died."

I didn't know what to say. It seemed that he and this Harry Potter he spoke of both lived a pretty eventful and tragic existence. Nothing I've been through could ever compare.

"So," he began again after a moment. "What about you? Now you have what you need to know, I think it's my turn to decide whether or not you're going to murder me."

"Well, I don't have as much...history. I work, or worked, at that antique shop and have since I was sixteen. I got into Oxford but some stuff happened and I didn't get to go. I'm pretty good at shooting guns, in case you didn't notice. And my parents are probably having an aneurysm right now. And that's about everything. I lead a dull life."

"Until Death Eaters destroyed your work place and you got pulled into a wizarding war?"

"Pretty much."

He gave a light, breathy laugh, but nothing more. Even then it sounded foreign. Even though I had just met him, I could tell that he hadn't done that in awhile. "Look, I know you want to go home, but it's probably going to be a few days before we can circle back to your village. I hope that's fine."

"Sure," I said, despite the fact that I would probably be reported as kidnapped by that time. 

I felt a drop of liquid come down on my head. And another. And another. Then soon, the rain was coming down full force. The sound was almost deafening in the house, where there was no where to hide from it. "Oh great!" I said exasperatedly, throwing my hands up.

I looked around for shelter just as Draco jumped up. We were both practically soaked by the time that we noticed one single part of the house that seemed to be shielded from the rain. A measley corner that would only fit one of us comfortably and two of us if we huddled together. 

I looked at Draco with a sheepish smile. "Looks like we have to share."

He looked from me to the corner interchangeably a few times before saying, "It's okay. I can just sleep in the rain."

I sighed loudly. "Don't be ridiculous. I don't have cooties. It'll be fine. Just don't think about it."

I walked over to the corner and laid down on the damp floor boards, facing the wall. My arm was being used as a pillow and pieces of my hair stuck to my face. The cool air made the untreated wound on my leg throb, but other than that, I wasn't too miserable. 

I felt Draco move the boards underneath us as he walked towards me. Each one creaked with his movements and that's how I knew he was laying down. His back and shoulders met mine, though I wouldn't be surprised if he was halfway in the rain. His body heat warmed me instantly and lulled me into a stupor. All the events of the day had drained me and I hadn't even fully registered them. I could only imagine what these next few days were going to be like.

"Goodnight," I said, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Goodnight," he replied after a brief hesitation.

Some part of me, buried deep down, knew that his body heat wasn't the only thing making my face burn, despite the cold rain. But that wasn't something either of us was ready to admit.

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