Drake Mauston stood outside his large country house with a frown upon his lonely face. He had long blond hair that just scraped below his broad shoulders and needed a hair cut badly. He had piercing grey eyes that seemed to look everywhere at once, and not notice anything, and a tall graceful figure. Drake hunched his back and lost a few inches of his height. He did whatever he could to be unnoticed here.
Drake's face looked up to study the gray gloomy sky and he scowled as the first raindrops touched his face. It was promising to be a truly horrible day.
With a small, sad sigh, Drake walked off along the dirt county road, his footsteps kicking up dust as he went. He was dressed in black jeans and a black sleeveless t-shirt. A jean jacket was clutched in one hand.
Drake stopped in front of the town's small, modest, library and walked in. This is where he had worked for the past two years, checking books in or out, re-shelving books, and helping people find what they wanted. This wasn't the huge Hogwarts library, or his fathers' extensive personal library that he had grown accustomed to over the years. It was a completely muggle establishment. There wasn't anything magical, or magically oriented in nearly thirty miles from the outskirts of the town in all directions. Nothing except for him of course. It was the perfect place for a young twenty-year-old wizard to hide from the Ministry Aurors that were searching for him.
Drake touched his wand for assurance and comfort. He had strapped it his leg with a leather thong in case he needed to get to it quickly in the possibility that the Aurors found him again, and tried to capture him again. Drake needed a way to escape, and he couldn't apparate to another safe place without his wand. He wouldn't even be able to protect himself without his wand. Not against the Aurors that had taken it upon themselves to search for him.
Drake walked into the library and sighed. The small building was covered, floor to ceiling, with books. There were bookshelves along every wall, and shelves of books in the middle of the room. His desk was in the middle of the mess of books, covered in bills for the new books he had ordered and requests from various people for him to find a book for them. He hated this place with all of his being and he was growing to hate books with a passion, but he didn't have any choice of where to live. He had to have somewhere to reside, and needed somewhere to work. At the moment, this was the best he could think of.
Voldemort had been defeated at the end of Drake's seventh year by Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. You-Know-Who had attacked during the graduation ceremony.
The plan had been for many Death Eaters to sneak into the ceremony so they could watch their sons, daughters, and friend's children graduate. At Voldemort's signal, they were to start attacking everyone within reach. Unfortunately, Voldemort hadn't known about the spy in his ranks that had alerted Dumbledore of the plan. Snape had turned traitor to the noble cause of the Death Eaters and had joined the Order. The graduation field had been flooded with more Aurors than Death Eaters by the time the signal to attack had come.
Instead of the graduation being the blood bath Voldemort had predicted, the Death Eaters had been easily captured, with the Aurors suffering minimal losses. Both Harry and Dumbledore had combined their considerable powers and had defeated Voldemort together. Drake, and many other Death Eaters, had run from the scene as fast as their feet could carry them. He had been one of the few who had been able to make it over the anti apparition line around Hogwarts. Drake had then apparated to a safe house in Scotland where he had hidden with his fellow Death Eaters until the Aurors had found their hideaway.
Then he had apparated to his families' personal hideaway with his father and mother in tow. After dealing with his father's wrath for two months, Drake had left England. He had found this little town and had quickly assimilated himself into their society.
Sadly, Drake knew that sooner or later the Aurors would find him. He had the four best Aurors on his case; the two youngest Weasley siblings, Potter, and Granger. They had found the original Death Eater hideaway, and, with a little outside help from and unknown source had found and captured Drake's mother and father.
The unknown source was Drake, but the Aurors didn't need to know that. His father especially didn't need to know that. After eighteen years of living with his bastard father, Drake had finally gotten revenge. All of the beatings he had to endure because his father was in a bad mood, all of the lectures he had to hear about how horrible mudbloods were, and how dreadful it was that a mudblood dared to get better grades than him in all of his classes, including Potions. Being forced to join the Death Eaters because his father wanted to gain standing in front of Voldemort. Drake had wanted to live his own life. He didn't want to be told what to do, or be forced into anything. His father had been doing that all of Drake's young life. Enough was enough.
When his wonderful father had sent a letter to Drake asking that, since he was successfully hidden, he should be trying to find a way to bring Voldemort back to life- No, it wasn't asking, it was a direct order with many threats on the side- Drake had sent an anonymous letter to the Auror's office directly after he had received his father's letter. He had written about the location his father was hiding at and all of the escape routes in the hideaway. He had added that his father wasn't above hiding in a closet until the Aurors had left. They had caught the bastard a week later.
Rain started to batter noisily on the roof of the library, jarring Drake out of his thoughts. He scowled and sank into his chair behind the desk. The rain was so annoying he couldn't tell if it was thundering outside. The rain was louder than thunder anyway. There must be some kind of metal on the roof that the rain kept hitting to force it to make all of the noise it was currently making. Drake felt a headache coming on and growled into the empty library. Not only did he have to sit through this all day doing something he hated, but when he finally got off work, he would have to walk through the puddles to get back to his house.
It was not going to be a good day.
Ginevra Weasley sighed and wiped her hair out of her eyes for the countless time. The red mess was so long that it wouldn't stay tucked behind her ears any more. She was sitting at her desk in the Auror office staring at a picture of Draco Malfoy. The picture was from three years ago when he was only seventeen. Draco's blond hair was short in the back, but long enough in the front to hang over his eyes. The picture was constantly gracefully sweeping the light blond hair away from the aristocratic nose, and the ice-cold gray eyes. His full lips were turned up in a cruel smirk, and even in the picture, he managed to look down on her.
Ron, Harry, Hermione, and her had been searching for Draco Malfoy, Death Eater, for two years. He had escaped the trap at his graduation, and had escaped again when they had raided the storehouse a large number of Death Eaters had been hiding in. Malfoy hadn't been hiding with his father when that letter had tipped them off.
There were no clues to his whereabouts, there weren't any sightings by any wizards, and the muggle hotline they had set up was always bringing them false leads. In short, Malfoy was gone.
Hermione walked into the room and heaved a small sigh. She looked agitated, and her long brown hair was frizzier than normal. It looked like she had run her hands through it several times. Her eyes were glaring at the room and when she snapped them to look at Ginny, Ginny had to work not to flinch away from the fury radiating from them.
"The Auror council has decided that we are to give up the Malfoy case for the time being. They have given us the Flint case." She held up a hand to stem the response she saw bubbling angrily from Ginny's lips. "We will be reassigned the Malfoy case if anything comes up to open another lead in Malfoy's whereabouts."
"But Hermione! We've been working on this case for so long! Why can't they give the Flint case to another group?" Ginny snarled angrily. Her eyes were bright blue and flashing dangerously.
"They said that they need the strongest group they have to go after the Flints. Two groups have been removed from the line of duty because of sustained injuries while trying to capture the Flints." Hermione sighed at the stubborn look her friend was giving her from across the room. It was the same look she got from her husband Ron whenever he decided to become obstinate. "They understand our reasons for wanting to capture Malfoy, but they really need our help with this case. Please Ginny. I promise that if anyone learns anything about Malfoy, even if we aren't working on his case, it will be added to our portfolio."
Ginny sighed dejectedly. "I suppose we really don't have a choice do we? They gave us a new case and they expect us to have this case under wraps by the end of the month. We can get Malfoy later. Either way, we will still convict him for everything his family has done." Ginny sighed and stood up. "I suppose the boss wants to brief us about the new case and give us the Flints information." She stalked out of the room, a feral smile on her face. "Lets finish this case really quickly. I want to get Malfoy for everything his father did to us. The sooner Draco Malfoy was behind bars, the sooner I can sleep well at night." Ginny slammed to office door behind her, Hermione staring after her with a small smile on her face. Hermione wasn't sure what Malfoy had done to Ginny personally that made the girl so obsessed with this case, but Ginny was going to find every Malfoy on this earth and make them pay and pay dearly.