Where do you go, to hide from yourself, and your life? For Draco, the answer could be found in a needle, the dimly numbing daze of heroin, an escape from everything everyone wanted him to be. (Trigger Warnings: Drug use/abuse/addiction.) (Written sometime circa 2004, completed, but posted unedited, literally pasted in as I found them from my old LJ where I'd forgotten it.)

Hogwarts had fallen, Voldemort had won, and Draco Malfoy was left wondering what the point of it all had been. An AU scrap, written before books 5-7 were published. Just found it archived in my LJ, and I'm tossing it out there for the giggles.