Betrayed

AN: Here's chapter 2! sorry about the long wait, I have been really busy with things. Please review and I'll update asap.
Chapter 2 A new Life
Hermione went to the Hospital Wing to check on Harry, she stood at the foot of the bed looking at the clothes that have been sitting on the bed. His glasses sat on the table beside the bed, the blankets on the floor and the pillows feathers lying all over the place. She went to see Madame Pomphry.
“Where’s Harry?” Hermione asked.
“He’s not in his bed?” Madame Pomphry asked. Hermione shook her head. “Go tell the Headmaster.”
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Dumbledore sat at his desk watching Cornelius Fudge pacing back and forth in front of his desk. Fudge seemed nervous about something and kept mumbling to himself about something. There was a knock at the door and Dumbledore let Hermione into the room.
“Harry is missing from the hospital wing.” Hermione said as she was trying to catch her breath.
“We are aware of the situation, Miss Granger.” Dumbledore said sadly.
“Once we find him we’ll send him to Azkaban,” Fudge whispered.
“You can’t send him to Azkaban!” Hermione said getting angry. “He’s the one that saved us from Voldemort and he’s the one that almost gave up his life in the process!”
“Yes we know that. He also killed half of the people that were innocent.” Fudge said getting worried. “He could even destroy the Ministry of Magic if he wanted.”
“Draco Malfoy didn’t’t return to school. He must’ve went into hiding.” Dumbledore said.
“The Aurors are still looking for him.” Fudge said.
Hermione stood there silently listening to the conversation. After a while she left the office to find Ron. She found him in the Gryffindor common room, sitting on the couch staring silently into the fire.
“Dumbledore’s going to send Harry to Azkaban!” Hermione said
“He deserves to be in Azkaban. He’s the one that killed Ginny! And he’s the one that gets all of the money while my family has nothing!” Ron shouted.
“He did not kill Ginny. She wanted to fight in the battle and she’s the one that wanted to protect Harry. So don’t you dare blame this on him!” Hermione yelled.
Ron and Hermione continued to argue about the issue.
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Harry went to Gringotts and took out some muggle money to buy things. He still wore the white gown that he had gotten from the hospital wing.
After he got the money he went to a clothing store and tried on different styles of pants, shirts and other items. He bought the items that he like, he left with a black shirt and black pants. He went to change his hairstyle and he put his name on the list.
“Tyler Johnson,” a woman said. Harry stood when they called his fake name. He sat in the chair and looked at his reflection.
“My name is Marleen and what would you like to do with your hair?” the woman asked.
“I want my hair dyed brown and make it short.” Harry said.
“Okay let’s wash your hair first.” Marleen said.
Marleen put shampoo and conditioner in his hair. Once she was finished she led him to a chair and stared to cut his hair.
An hour later, Harry came out of the store with short layered brown hair. His hair was a bit longer than the rest which covered his scar on his forehead.
He went to a fast food restaurant and ordered something to eat. He took a bit of his food and noticed that it tasted like ashes. He was about to vomit but remembered where he was and he forced himself to swallow the food. He looked at a newspaper and saw a ad for a roommate.
He called the number and a man picked up the phone.
“Are you still looking for a roommate?” Harry asked.
“Yeah. You interested?” the voice replied.
“Yes,” Harry said. He was given the address and told the man that he would be by later to look at the apartment.
“I called earlier about the roommate.” Harry said into the intercom.
“Okay come on up.” the voice said. The buzzer ringed and Harry opened the door.
He went to the apartment number and knocked on the door. A man with short black hair, grey eyes; the man wore a grey shirt and black plants answered the door.
“My name is Tyler Johnson,” Harry said as he held out his hand.
“I’m Francis Belleau, come in and look around,” he said as he shook Harry’s hand and led him inside.
“Have we met before? You look familiar.” Harry asked as he looked into grey eyes.
“I don’t think so.” Francis said as he led him into the living room.
Francis showed Harry the bedrooms, the bathroom and the kitchen which were average size for a apartment.
Harry stared at Francis’ neck as Francis was waking into the living room. Without knowing he approached Francis from behind and bit his neck. Harry moaned as the blood went down his throat. Harry noticed the familiar but strong taste of the blood and pulled away.
“Draco?” Harry said.