Draco - if they were kids... “Get him!” “Over here!” “Don’t let’im get away!” The various calls of the gang of boys echoed after him as Draco darted down through the back alleys. Leaping over crates and ducking under loose fence boards, he tried desperately to get as much distance between those boys and himself as his legs could manage. “Stop running scratch-face!” one of the boys called behind him. Draco let out a yelp as a sharp pain stung the back of his head. They were throwing rocks at him! Draco turned left around a corner and skidded to an abrupt halt as he came face to face with a vine covered wall. A dead end. Draco turned to run back the other way to find his exit blocked by the boys. “Nowhere to go now, scratch-face,” said the boy who was obviously the leader of the group.