Draco adjusted his cloak for the third time, the speed of his pacing increased. His footsteps echoed across the marble floor of the abandoned Malfoy manor in over twenty years. He hadn't been in the crumbling mansion in over twenty years. It was ironic really that he would be commanded to come back and meet here, when it had been the house of Voldemort for the last years of his life. Now he was waiting for the man that had token his sixteen year old son, the bag of money set off to the side for ransom. The man was an hour late.
"Malfoy."
Draco turned with a start, he was greeted with a masked man, or judging by the fact the man was shorter than his son, boy was more accurate. Scorpius's white blond hair like the rest of him was covering in a mixture of blood and dirt.
"The money." The mans wand pressed against Scorpius's head in a threatening manner didn't waver. Draco peered at the masked man as he handed over the money, the hood of the boys cloak covered the boys hair and the mask cast shadows on the boys eyes, preventing him from seeing them. But just as the bag was firmly in the boys hand he pushed Scorpius towards Draco and he was able to catch a glint from under the mask before the boy disappeared.
Draco felt his blood go cold as he looked at the stop where the boy had stood, the emerald green bone-chilling glint that Draco had seen under the mask. He could swear on his life that he recognized those green eyes. The cold humor he had only seen one other time in his life, in the eyes of Voldemort.