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Chapter 4. A New Threat

Draco's Memory: "Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Please have a seat. I have a fear, and it is a great fear. I need you to hasten on the task of finding Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Despite their disappearance, our world has felt relatively safe. I have recently received intelligence reports from Bill Weasley. You of course remember the incident that occurred during your sixth year to my son." When Draco showed no sign of acknowledgement to the question, Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Please hear me out Draco, you could save a lot of people by simply finding the two of them. Now back to my recent encounter with my son. Fenrir Greyback has recently been rumored about. Remus agrees with Bill. Tension has been raised between the packs. Sides are being taken, my boy. Well, to sum it up, the 'dark' werewolves have proposed the idea that they mate with vampires. It has never been done, but I'm sure you could imagine what they could do."

At this statement, Draco stiffened. He had grown up with Greyback; he used to be like an uncle to Draco. Then with his mother's death, shortly followed by his father's, Draco had never said goodbye to the werewolf. He of course knew how dangerous they were supposed to be, but he'd never seen Greyback in that form.

Then he thought of what a vampire/werewolf could turn out to be. He could only shiver at the thought. The power that one of the species held was enough to kill an entire village. The mix of the two abilities could be surmised to take out whole countries.

He looked into the blue eyes of the Minister of Magic. "Why do you need Granger and Potter for this?"

"When Harry was defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he and several other wizards set up a kind of defense mechanism against evil. As long as one of those many wizards lives, our world, the magical world, is relatively safe. All of those wizards have somehow been found out, except for Harry. Remus and Bill, however, disagree. Greyback claims that the protection has been lifted. That now is the time: that the werewolves are free to take over. Draco, we must find Harry; before someone else does."

Draco shifted his eyes down to think, after a moment grey met blue again. "And Granger? What do you need her for?"

"Besides my peace of mind? It's simple. Dumbledore told me I needed to find her. So I'm trying. This is now you're only assignment. You have been given a leave from your position as Head of Lost Persons, to look for our two most lost. Am I clear, Draco?"

"You are my boss, I am at your disposal."

"I hope you see me as more than that. Am I just a minister to you? Molly says hi." The minister stood to leave, but Draco yelled after him.

"I thought Granger always had lunch with you?"

"For three years she has. She comes over once a week for lunch. But we meet in some park in America and portkey her out. We have no way of actually finding her. After exactly an hour and a half, no matter what she is doing or where she is, she disappears."

"I see. It was good to see you again Arthur. I'll try and make it over to the Burrow soon, but it seems that I have quite a bit of work to do before."

"That's my boy! I was beginning to think we'd lost you! But no, I see emotions in your eyes; I was mistaken. All I have left to say is good luck."

And with a loud POP, the Minister of Magic dematerialized from the small conference room. With a sigh Draco followed suit.

So Draco had searched for them. The pair had obviously made themselves be untraceable, because no matter how hard he tried to follow a lead, he would end up at a roadblock. He thought four months in he'd at least had Harry. He'd gotten his hands on an extremely old electric bill from somewhere in America. He tried to follow it, but when he arrived to check things out, the apartment manager said the place had been deserted overnight.

Then he'd followed all old members of the Order around to see if they were hiding her. It was all very boring and pointless; they obviously had no idea where the two were. Why did the Minister give this to him, why was this his soul purpose? Arthur didn't even know if the werewolves had been in contact with the vampires. They could just be pack rumors. Then he would think of what the offspring could become. So many traits attributed both species, cross-breeding seemed a huge disaster.

Humans during the day than vampires at night, except on the full-moon. Then they might be taken to the werewolf form. And that was just one possibility. Then all the different abilities the two species had. Werewolves were incredibly influenced by their instincts. They were stronger than any body builder could even dream of. Their sense of smell could track a single person through a crowd of millions. Then the vampires; incredible speed and sight were threats enough. But then they were brilliant. The change could make someone as stupid as Crabbe, an absolute genius.

If he thought too much on it he would have nightmares while he slept. All he could think about was that maybe right now in some forest or mountain range a vampire and werewolf were going at it. Creating a deadly and new species.

By the time he'd run into Dumbledore, he'd been about to give up. And Draco guessed that was why Albus had showed up in the first place. He'd always just been able to give away her exact location, but left the Ministry to their own devices. Albus had a certain and special place for old Hogwarts students, and Draco surmised that the candy-loving man had seen the desperation in his grey eyes. Dumbledore had told him where she was. No mention of Potter. He'd been extremely frustrated at the time.

You see, Draco Lucious Malfoy had changed. (A/N: He's not OOC he's just gotten in tune with his emotions! So there!) He no longer cared if his ancestors rolled in their graves. If he wanted to laugh, he would. He had the inkling to lose his temper, he wouldn't think twice of yelling. Sadness was not something new to him, but now if he felt himself falling into a black hole, he would let himself cry. No longer was his face a mask, no more unfeeling and uncaring eyes. He could resort himself to that, but usually he was an open book. He liked it this way, because other people now showed him their own feelings. He was in no way considered a pansy, though, he was just as sarcastic as ever, just softened up a bit.

So Draco headed off to America. He couldn't find a sign of Potter, but he soon caught on to Granger's schedule. She worked with her house mate at a design house in New York City. She also lived with a man named John. John turned out to be an old childhood friend who had also moved to America. Granger had completely submersed herself in all things muggle.

And he just couldn't figure out why. So he'd gone to some muggle bar to try and corner her. To plead that she return with him, and then if she said no, take her anyway. Arthur had approved it, it was urgent after all. Then he'd seen her with a man. Said man then slipped something into her drink, and Draco stepped out of the shadows.

End Memory

A/N: Now you know the new threat! If anyone has suggestions for werewolf/vampire offspring send it to me. I'm not promising that it's going to happen, but your ideas could help me decide if…