Disclaimer: The wonderful world created by J.K. Rowling does not belong to me (unfortunately), but some original characters (the ones you don't recognize) do belong to me.

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POV of Draco

"Goodbye, darling," My mother said, patting me fondly. On impulse, she kissed me on the cheek.

"Mother!" I protested, flushing, but I was actually pleased. Whenever my father wasn't around, she never hesitated to shower bits of affection on me that way.

"Mother, will you be okay?" I asked her worriedly. She flashed what appeared to be a forced smile.

"Of course, I will, Draco," she replied lightly. "Take it easy."

I frowned slightly, my mind returning to the third Ministry raid of our house in a week.

Ever since my father had gone to jail, they had been bursting in at random times (like the middle of the night).

"Important Ministry business," they always said. "We have a search warrant.

Then they proceeded to comb our house thoroughly until they found what they wanted. But they never did find it. Sometimes I hoped they would, just so they would leave us alone.

Now that I was going away, I was afraid for my mother. She was beautiful...what if one day they arrived at our manor drunk or something?

'Damn,' I thought, shuddering.

But my father wouldn't allow that. I was positive he would break out of Azkaban, and that was great because he could make the Ministry leave. At the same time, it wouldn't be so great, because he would want me to once again do things his way.

Finding an empty compartment, Crabbe, and Goyle, I settled down, and leaned back, knowing I wouldn't get any rest for quite a while.

My father would come soon, and although I respected him, I didn't want to do what he wanted me to. Admittedly, I simply wished to be a simple Healer and live in the mountains in a large, quiet manor with my family..

I couldn't tell anyone, though. How could I? My father would be ashamed of me. I wanted him to be proud of me. So far, the only reason he was proud of me was because I had acquiesced with his wishes.

But was it wise to throw away my dreams to make him proud?

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