Draco's posture was more than stiff from where he sat silently in the living room, the tension going through the entire house was enough to make anybody scream in fear, but it was Draco whose shoulders were weighed down heavily by it. Today he would be going with the other children and some of the Order Members to Diagon Alley to get his supplies as well as a new wand. Draco didn't really see the point in getting a new wand, most of his magic was done wandlessly now, but still Dumbledore pressed upon him the importance of keeping that little fact of his a secret. Going out in public was suicide, Draco wasn't stupid, so he wondered why the Order was even risking his life for a stupid shopping trip.

"Are you ready Draco?" Ginny asked coming into the living room dressed in traveling attire of a skirt, blouse, and her school cloak. Her red hair was tied partly back while the rest hung down her shoulders to frame her angelic face, Draco smiled slightly and nodded his head reluctantly. He would be with Ginny and his savior, he'd be perfectly fine...right?

"Let's get this over with then." Ron grumbled from where he stood near the fireplace with Harry, Draco nodded once more and stood with Ginny at his side to approach the two boys and waited until the rest of their group consisting of Molly, Hermione, Remus Lupin, Arthur Weasley, Tonks, Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Charlie Weasley were ready. They were to go separately in small groups within the hour to keep the suspicion of the inhabitants in Diagon Alley down; Draco thought it was a horrid idea for they would all be seen anyway. After what seemed like the better part of an hour, it was finally Draco's turn, he'd be going with Hermione, Mrs. Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt for the afternoon. Draco didn't mind Hermione or Mrs. Weasley, but he didn't know Kingsley that well and tended to shy away from people he didn't know for the most part, but that didn't really seem to surprise anybody in the Order and they let that be.

"Come Draco dear, we best be going." Molly stated softly once both Hermione and Kinglsey had disappeared into the green flames. Draco nodded reluctantly, and with a heavy sigh, Draco raised the hood of his cloak and disappeared into the burning light, shouting his destination as he did so. The swirls of lights and sudden bursts of dizziness made Draco ill, and for the most part during his travels in the fireplace he kept his eyes clenched closed until he felt arms catching him when he was spitted form an old well worn fireplace.

"Are you ok?" Hermione asked with a slight giggle when Draco was finally able to open his eyes. The room had stopped spinning for the most part, and he didn't think he was going to puke and so laughing at his sorry posture he finally stood to his own two feet as he finally pulled away from Hermione.

"Thanks..." Draco said with a weary smile.

"No problem..." Hermione replied blushing slightly for reasons unknown to Draco at the time. When Molly finally came through, her eyes searched the Leaky Cauldron and she let out a sigh of relief when she finally spotted him standing between Hermione and Kingsley as he had been told to do before departing. Molly automatically took hold of his arm and led him through the crowd of families and drunken men in the Leaky Cauldron, and out the back into the alley where the wall had already opened into the pathway leading out into Diagon Alley. The crowds were mostly families considering this was the last weekend before school would start. Draco's eyes ran over the teenagers passing by and waving at Hermione, he didn't recognize any of them.

"Let's get our uniforms first; you know how long it takes to get fitted." Hermione stated as she led them over to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Molly excused herself after they had entered the large clothing store to get over to Gringotts to get some money. Draco had frozen at this, he didn't have any money...well he did, but he doubted he'd be allowed to take money out of his vault. And if he was allowed, then surely his father would be notified. Molly seemed to have sensed his inner struggle and gave him a hug to clear his thoughts.

"Don't worry about it Draco, you are under the school's custody now and you have more than enough money to worry about such follies." Molly whispered into his ear before she finally let Draco go and left him with Molly and Kingsley to wait in the long line of students. The line was going by fast thankfully and no one seemed to have any intention on pointing Draco out thank goodness. Draco was just starting to relax when who should come through the door but Blaise Zabini and Adrian Pucey. Draco looked down at his feed to avoid their glances and started praying to his new developed friend God that he would get out of this unnoticed.

"Granger, Hermione." Madame Malkin's young blonde assistance called out from where she stood at the front desk holding up a clipboard with a quill in the other hand. Hermione looked at Draco, uncertain about leaving him right away, but when her name was called out impatiently once more, Kingsley silently urged her to go.

"Stupid little mudblood is actually looking nice this year." Draco heard Blaise mumble under his breath while Adrian snickered and nodded agreeably with his friend as they signed in at the front before taking their seats thankfully at the other side of the room.

"Malfoy, Draco." Draco's eyes widened as he realized Kingsley had stupidly written down his full name when they had signed in. More than half the shop's occupants had balked at the assistance's call. Draco wasn't going to move; maybe they would think someone was playing a prank or something and move to the next person.

"Albus said it was fine to let your presence be know." Kingsley whispered into his ear as he gave Draco a small shove from where he sat on the bench making him stumble a bit as he straightened his posture immediately. He reasoned there was no point for the hood anymore...and so he slid the material from his head and made his way towards the desk to check in.

"Merlin, you're really Draco Malfoy aren't you?" The assistance practically gasped out as she was still looking at Draco in disbelief. Draco would've laughed had it been any other situation, but when the eyes of his fellow pureblooded Slytherins blazing into the back of his head, all he could get out was a silent nod of the head before he was finally led back to one of the measuring stools behind one of the main curtained off rooms where he was beckoned to remove his cloak and stand on a stool.

"You know, I graduated out of Ravenclaw when you entered your second year. I was horrified when I found out you had been kidnapped, I mean considering your family's top rank in society, I figured if a Malfoy could be captured who's to say anybody was safe in the Wizarding World..." The blonde assistant admitted feebly as she hovered around him with a few scrolls of measuring tape behind her while she set to work in sizing Draco up for his school uniforms.

"You were friends with Malcolm Fleming..." Draco muttered vaguely before his eyes widened in excitement, he remembered her! Looking to the blonde across his shoulder in disbelief he gaped trying to think of an explanation of this recent development. However he quickly turned away when the blonde looked up to lock his gaze with her own brown eyes with the same look of bewilderment flashing through the brown orbs.

"Yes, he and I used to date. How did you know that?" Draco's mind began to dig for information on the girl, but it only led him back to Malcolm Fleming, who in the hell was Malcolm Fleming? He obviously wasn't a Slytherin if the girl said she had dated him right? Perhaps he was a pureblood...no, he would know who it was.

"I....I don't know." Draco finally muttered dejectedly as he dropped his head in silent rage. Was this how his life was going to be from now on? Wondering around the world spotting people he recognized from a past he could no longer remember? What a fun way to live! The rest of the time in the fitting room was silent, Draco was just thankful when the girl finally finished and told him his uniform would be ready by six that evening. Draco practically ran from the dressing room before he remembered the Slytherins out front. Peeking out into the hallway, he could already see the clear outlets of Adrian and Blaise, but now they had been joined by their fathers. They were trying to peek back to where he was, trying to spot him. He wasn't going to get caught that easy. Slowly creeping out of the fitting room, he slowly inched his way down the hall listening for Hermione's voice. But when he had yet to hear her and he was inching towards the exit door, Draco decided he'd rather take his chances with strangers then with Slytherins.

Pulling the hood back over his head, Draco took a shaky breath and unlocked the door to the exit before he finally ran out. What he was not counting on was running right into three Senior ranked death eaters with their wands already out and pointed at him. Draco felt his fear consume him, and for a moment, he felt his air leave his body while he continued to stare blankly at the three death eaters who were closing in on him by the second.

"Our Lord was quite distressed when he found out you ran away, he'll be happy to know he has his pet back." Draco knew that high pitched voice anywhere, as a fourth death eater came around the corner this time hood up to hide her features. Draco took a quick step back away from the death eater, his aunt, his teacher, and above all, his tormentor. Bellatrix Lestrange would be a character who would haunt his nightmares for eternity, there was no doubt about that, but Draco was not going to allow his fear to runaway with him, he would not be taken so easily this time.

"I'm not his pet, you are you stupid bitch!" Draco snapped back anger flaring up as the woman practically cornered him. Bellatrix didn't seem too happy with Draco's attitude; she sent a Crucio curse aimed right at his head. Draco side stepped it easily though, before he decided now would be the time to fight and run like hell. Death eaters he had been expecting, aurors…sure, but having the man you fear the most step out and slam you into the wall. Sure…in your deepest nightmares!

"My little Dragon…you couldn't run from me forever, you know this." Draco blinked as the ringing in his ears began to escalate into an unbearable pain. The haze that crowded his vision swirled in a surreal light of red and orange flares. Draco shook his head trying to get his vision back as he tried to rise, only to be knocked in the spine with his father's cane. Whimpering in pain, and even greater fear, Draco rested his head on his forearm and panted as his body grew tired of fighting. A gentle caress of a leather gloved hand caused Draco to whimper as his father kneeled down beside where he lay. What disgusted Draco the most was he actually found himself leaning into the caress, what was wrong with him?

"There now…we're going home, and you'll feel much better." Tears of bewilderment danced down Draco's cheeks as his mind grew dark, the red colors blurring around him were becoming darker…fading into a black darkness that scared him. A harsh pinch in his arm, followed by a slight burn told him his father was drugging him. They were going to take him back…he couldn't go back!

Lurching up where he laid, he nearly smacked his father in the face, not that he would care and began to crawl blindly, his head still hanging low as blood now ran freely from the large wound in the back of his skull. Laughter followed his movements, and Draco knew the drug was kicking in quickly. And so licking his dried lips, Draco did the one thing he could think of.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME! HERMIONE! KINGSLEY! MOLLY! MOLLY DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME AGAIN! HELP! HEL— oomph!" Draco shook his head, trying to get away from the violating hands as piece of cloth was wrapped tightly around his mouth. They weren't taking a portkey, or else they would've done it already…they couldn't apparate with him…they hadn't come prepared!

"Quickly, we need to get to the woods; I have a carriage waiting…" Were the last words Draco heard before he was finally consumed by his father's drugs.