The following morning went very fast for Draco. He had gotten dressed, apparated away with the nurse and was at St. Mungos. From there he was given Poly juice and sent out as a random person no one would question. After that, he was then sent to America, where he assumed his new name, and was taken to a hospital in the middle of nowhere, somewhere where no one would think to look for him, Missouri. He was dressed in muggle clothing- which he found uncomfortable. The Skinny Jeans looked good on him he'd admit, but he was used to wearing suits. They were the smallest size that could be found among Blaise's things, but they still were quite big on Draco, so Hermione ended up giving Draco a pair, and none of them spoke of it again- the situation far too serious to joke about.

From the moment he was admitted (with the help of the Auror) to the muggle treatment center, Draco was nervous. His hands shook so he helped them in front of his body, trying to mask his fear. Malfoy's were strong and never weak or vulnerable. His Facade that he had put up this morning was already falling back down. The fear he felt was real, he had never been around this may muggle borns before, nor had he ever been to America. This was all new to him, and it didn't help that the dark lord was still going to be after him in the coming days.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Draco looked around the room, he had never seen some of these objects before. There was a thing that looked like a box but glowed, the nurse sat down at it and begin to touch keys, and he saw words appear on the screen. He looked at the Auror, and the Auror whispered," muggle device, computer, it does a lot of stuff, its electronic- uses electricity." Draco nodded, only understanding parts of what had been said.

"So Mr. Sola, your Aunt here is having you admitted here to our hospital because you suffer from an Eating disorder. It says here that you collapsed at school and that is why you were brought in. She says that you hid it rather well, and it wasn't until yesterday that you were brought to the hospital."

Draco nodded, not sure what to say.

"well, from what it looks like on file, you will be here until you can reach and maintain a healthy weight for a boy your age. You will go to therapy with Dr. Phillip twice a week, and attend group therapy twice a week. You will be led to your room, and your bag will be brought to you afterwards. As for schooling, you will be taught at Missouri's standards, and will attend a writing class and math class as well. As long as you cooperate with treatment and make progress, your stay here will be shorter than most. If you choose to fight and resist treatment, the longer you will remain here, and away from your family and friends."

Draco nodded again.

"I will now examine you, get you checked in the rest of the way, you will be given a moment with your aunt, and then you will be shown your room." The nurse told him, "Now please remove your shirt and shoes."

Draco did as she asked, making no eye contact and kept his head down. He felt embarrassed to be in this situation. The nurse then listened to his chest with some thing called a stethoscope, and it was cold when it touched him. She then had him stand on a scale and weighed him before measuring his height. She said that with his height and weight, he was nearly 20 Lbs underweight. The nurse then allowed him to put his shirt back on, but not his shoes, instead he was given a pair of shoes that had no laces. The nurse then finished her paperwork and got him checked in. She then left to get some paperwork for his Aunt to fill out, leaving them a moment to speak.

"Now Drake, I know that there are people in there that are not like you, but you need to remember that they do not know of us, therefore you cannot be rude to them for their blood. They cannot help where and who they are born to. You may be one of the 28 pure families, but in this world, that doesn't matter. Draco Malfoy Does not exist in Muggle America, you must remember that. You may keep your wand in case of attack but keep it well hidden, where only you will see it. Do not speak about the dark lord, and do not speak of Harry potter or anything from our world. I know there is a lot that you do not understand about this world, just pretend that I kept you shielded from it, I was over protective and you don't know what a Television is, or an IPhone. You will learn, when The other two come, they can teach you, or at least the girl. You are safe here, I have had wards put up here, as well as some good charms to keep you hidden. They cannot find you easily, and if they do, you must run and don't look back, Do whatever it takes to make it out, and when it is safe to reach out, do so. They will be angry, they will be mad, they will try to hurt those you love to draw you out, but you must not come forward, Narcissia will understand, she will want you safe."

Draco nodded, his throat was tight. He hugged his 'aunt', and it was odd, he wasn't used to hugs. He was then escorted to his room where he would be staying and checked it out. It was small, had two beds, which he assumed meant he was sharing, and had a single sheet on the bed, and a pillow. It was very cold and sterile. The walls were an ugly shade of light blue, the window had bars on it and the floor was an ugly plain tile. His suitcase was placed on the bed closer to the brick wall that shared the ugly blue color, and was further from the door and had the wall with the window. He put on one of Hermione's hoodies- it was rather warm and fit him pretty well, and smelt like her, for an odd reason he found it comforting.

It took a lot for Draco to accept in his head, but he liked Hermione. Of course he could never act upon such hopes and dreams, but at least it was something to dream of instead of the torture his aunt put him through.