WHO: Draco Malfoy and OPEN to any and all from the Weir WHAT: A rather beaten and somewhat humiliated Draco drags himself home. WHEN: Several hours after being beaten by crazy Aunt Bellatrix. WHERE: The Weir RATING: He's pissed off and will probably swear- also mentions of torture so probably high STATUS: In progress.
It took longer than Draco cared to admit to regain his strength enough to move. He'd forgotten how much crucio took out of a person. Particularly when wielded by Bellatrix Black. He went to check on the family near their duel, even though he knew what he'd find. Still, he felt that sinking feeling when he saw they were all dead.
"Psychotic bitch.." he muttered under his breath before staggering in the direction of the Weir. It took him a while to make his way there, dizziness from the various curses making moving difficult. Every muscle in his body still ached and he was pretty sure some of her curses had sliced his skin open as he could feel the blood making his shirt stick to his skin.
A couple of hours later he reached the Weir, half falling through the door.
"Anyone around?" He called out, his voice a touch weaker than he'd have liked. "Preferably someone who's not going to lecture."