A/N: Back in the Harry Potter Fandom, I've been writing a lot of Naruto Fanfictions and decided to come back to HP.

Don't have much to say, but the next chapter will probably be up by the end of this month or the beginning of the next. Check for my profile for updates/progress reports on upcoming chapters. Please Review!

Chapter 1

"Mother, I don't think this is necessary," stated a light blond hair teenage boy as he followed his mother, through the dark streets of some town the boy knew not the name of.

"What if Bella's right? What if Severus can't be trusted?"

The boy rolled his eyes. "His help isn't even necessary. He chose me for the job. I'm perfectly capable of doing it by myself."

"I'll feel more at ease if we get her help as well."

"I highly doubt that she would want to help us…" The boy snorted at the thought.

"She accepts all paying customers. That's what I've heard," The boy's mother whispered as the two of them approached an empty lot in between two muggle stores. However, the moment the boy and his mother set foot onto the lot, a decent looking 2 story building appeared out of thin air. His mother knocked on the door, but no one came. She knocked again.

"Mother, it's the middle of the night. I don't think anyone's going to come to the…" The boy snapped, but stopped mid-sentence, before he could finish, and turned his attention to the door, which was now open. In the doorway stood a girl, who looked about the same age as him, about 16. Her looks, he decided, were above average. She had long dark brown hair that reached the middle of her back, very bright blue eyes, but her skin looked much too pale. From the looks of it, she just got of the shower, since her hair was wet and she wore a white bathrobe.

"Are you in need of assistance?" She asked politely.

"Yes. I have a job to ask of the Seer, Celina Elvira," The boy's mother replied. "Is she present?"

The girl smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth. "Of course, right this way." She held open the door and showed them inside. The boy had expected a somewhat extravagant interior and was slightly put out when he realized how…ordinary the inside of this building looked. The only interesting feature was the fact that the ceiling was actually more like a window, allowing them to look up at the night sky.

Upon entering the building, he entered a room, which looked like a strange mix of a store and a sitting room. On the left side, the shelves were filled with various potion bottles and potion ingredients, along with price tags. On the right side, was a table with 3 potions brewing, which was positioned beside a fireplace. In the middle of the room was a table. Two chairs were on the side closest to the door and one chair was on the other side. Strange enough, there were three cups of tea already set on the table. Along with the tea, there also was a basket of short bread cookies.

"Well, go ahead and have a seat," the girl invited them in, pointing to the two chairs at the table. "I'll be back in a few moments." She disappeared behind the curtains, which was behind the cash register at the back of the room. She then reappeared, but this time with a crystal ball in hand. She sat across from the blond mother and son. "So, what would you two like help with?"

The boy looked at the girl with a new found shock upon his face, which he hid quickly. This girl couldn't be the "great" Seer Celina Elvira. She appeared to be no older than he was. His mother seemed to also be a tad bit surprised as well. "I'm sorry, but I heard that Celina Elvira was older, around 105 years old. Please… I really need her help…my son he…"

The girl's eyes changed from those of kindness to those of poorly hidden annoyance. "Don't worry; you're not the first one. My grandmother died 6 months ago. I was her apprentice and now her successor. My name is Celina Elvira and I assure you my grandmother has taught me well."

The woman looked skeptical, but shook off the feeling and tried to explain why she and her son were here. "Yes…well…you see…my son…he's…"

"Could I see your son's arm?" the young seer asked suddenly, not allowing the mother to finish her sentence. The boy looked at his mother, who nodded, and pulled, up his left sleeve of his robe to reveal the Dark mark. The boy expected her to flinch, or gasp, or contort her face in disgust, but she simply sat back in her chair and drank some tea. "So? What do you want me to do for you this evening, Mrs. Malfoy? And yes I know your name. You realize that even if I removed the mark, it wouldn't mean he'd be free from Lord Voldemort's grasp, right?"

Both the boy and Mrs. Malfoy flinched upon hearing the Dark Lord's name. "The…Dark Lord…he asked him to….to…perform an assassination."

Celina raised an eyebrow. "So do you want me to provide the poison? Give him liquid luck? What do you expect me to do for you?"

"I want you to help him in any way you can…he's…he's just a boy…" Mrs. Malfoy began to sob and Celina sighed.

"Drink some tea; it'll calm your nerves."

Mrs. Malfoy obeyed, but it took a moment to regain control of herself. "Please…go to school with Draco. Make sure he's safe. Make sure he can carry out the deed the Dark Lord asks of him."

Draco's eyebrows furrowed when he saw Celina grin widely. "A client has never asked me to do such a thing before. How am I supposed to earn my living if I leave my shop for a whole school year? Furthermore, do you really expect me, a girl who's but 16 years of age, to protect your son?"

"They say that the Elviras are known for their Seer powers, it runs in their blood. They also say that Elvira Seers are all-knowing and because of this they handle even the tightest situations with great ease. Most everyone who has come to your ancestors for help has received it and received it well, as long as they pay a proper price. Please…you must help my son."

Celina's finger traced the rim of her teacup, as though in deep thought. She spoke again, but this time to Draco, "Draco, my love, who is it you're planning to murder?" Draco dared not answer. She's probably loves the old fool just like every other damn witch and wizard all over the world. The moment he mentions his name, Celina would probably turn both him and his mother into the ministry.

Celina set down the cup and sighed. "Why is it that my clients never answer my questions? I wish only to serve you; I am, in a sense, a humble servant, who wishes to carry out her job perfectly. So shouldn't I be able to know who Draco's target is?" Her words are answered by silence. She sighs, "I suppose I'll have to guess. There are only two people at Hogwarts that the Dark Lord would want to kill that I can think of. Those people would have to be Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore, am I not correct?" Celina noticed Draco flinch involuntarily at Dumbledore's name and grinned in triumph. "I'll make one thing clear. I'm not going to perform the deed for him."

"Of course not," Draco's mother said quickly. "Just make sure no one is suspicious of Draco; help him if he needs help. Do his homework if he doesn't have time to. Make it seem as though Draco is going about his usual business while he's at school. Please…just help him…not get caught."

"By the ministry or by Lord Voldemort?" Mrs. Malfoy didn't answer her question and avoided eye contact with Celina. "It's so obvious that your will to follow the Dark Lord is dwindling; I can see it in your eyes. You went into the darkness on your own free will and now you can't find the light that will lead you out." Celina helped herself to some of the cookies on the table. "You know, I'm surprised that the Dark Lord even chose your son for the job. I highly doubt he'll be able to succeed."

Draco stood up and slammed his fists on the table. "I'm more than capable! He chose me because he knows I'll be able to get it done!"

"Draco!" Mrs. Malfoy began to scold at her son, but Celina held up her hand to silence her. On her face she wore a huge grin, which only made Draco angrier.

"Well, aren't we a little…over confident? Let's think about this rationally, shall we? You are an underage wizard, who is going to attempt to murder Albus Dumbledore, who is probably the greatest wizard of our time…"

"You don't know what I'm capable of." Draco glared.

"Ignorance keeps you in the dark and the dark may lead you to your death…" Celina said, but amusement was obvious in her voice. A light laugh escaped her pink lips. "Oh all right, I'll help you out, but I'm warning you, once you go further into darkness, the harder it gets to see the light. And don't think mummy or daddy will be there to get you out, they're probably just as lost as you'll be, yeah?" Celina then turned to his mother. "All right, let's talk about payment. First I would like you to buy all my necessary school supplies, since you are the one requesting that I attend school with him. Second, I would like you to pay me 200 galleons a month while I'm at Hogwarts. I think that is more than fair. Of course, I'd like some information from you as well."Celina wrote rather hurriedly on a piece of parchment and gave it to Mrs. Malfoy to sign. "Just sign and the deal is done. I swear to my grave that I will not rest until I complete my job," she said, grinning all the while.

"Wait…what kind of information?" Mrs. Malfoy asked, fearing that the girl wished for information pertaining to the Dark Lord. "What do you plan to do with this information?"

Celina sighed. "What kind of shop do I run here? Do you know, Mrs. Malfoy?" She asked, tilting her head to one side as Mrs. Malfoy shook her head no. "My shop is open to people who are in dire need of help. If you want something from me, you'll only be able to get it if you find my shop. The only way to find my shop is if you need that something. Pure desire for that something doesn't cut it and therefore you could never find my shop on pure desire alone." She looks from Mrs. Malfoy and Draco, who sat quietly. "It's alright if you two don't understand. I don't expect either of you to, so I'll give you an example. Let's say a person stumbles upon my shop, in great need for information? It would be bad service if I wasn't able to provide their needs. Do you understand now?"

"What kind of information?"

"I'll just ask you some questions and you answer what you want. If I find your information to be enough, then I'll agree to help your son." Mrs. Malfoy glanced at Draco before nodding and Celina found herself smiling once again. "Excellent. Well, first off, why do you think the Dark Lord chose your son to carry out such a…dangerous task?" Mrs. Malfoy looked over at her son, before looking back at Celina.

"I'd like to answer these questions in private."

"That's perfectly understandable," Celina said understandingly and stood from her chair. Draco opened his mouth in protest, but Celina cut him off."Why don't we go to the back room then? Draco, you can browse my shelves if you want."

The two woman left, leaving Draco alone. Draco looked around the room at the curious packages and bottles sitting upon the shelves. Allowing curiosity to get the better of him, he stood to take a quick look at a few potion bottles on the walls. Some of them were very common, such as potions to cure a cold or to change hair color. Some however were more uncommon, such as the various poisons in small viles. One caught his eye labeled, Deadly Night, in very neat cursive. His fingers twitched and he snatched the vile off the shelf and slipped it in his pocket. It could come in handy.

Just as he sat back down, his mother and Celina returned to the room. Sitting in their seats, Celina pushed the contract to Mrs. Malfoy, which she signed the paper and handed it back to Celina. "Wait, dearest Draco must also sign."

"I'm not signing that bloody contract."

"Oh yes you will," Celina said in a sing-song voice. "Magical contracts are powerfully binding and once you sign I cannot break any promises I made to you and your mother in the contract, including keeping silence of your situation. If you don't want me to…I don't know…tip off the press your plans to assassinate Dumbledore…then you'll sign the contract."

Draco sneered at the dark brown hair girl, but signed the contract anyways. The moment he lifted quill from the paper, Celina's right hand began to glow and on the back of her hand was a black pentagram. She held it up so both Malfoys could have a better view. "This is the symbol showing that our deal is now complete and that there is no turning back. From here until the end of Draco's school year, I am nothing but your loyal servant and will follow your every order."