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Summary: Harry Potter is an auror investigating murders of wizards marked with the Malfoy Crest. Is Draco Malfoy committing these murders and what does it have to do with the deaths and insanity of the late Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy? Not epilogue compliant. Rated M for future chapters, D/H.

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Chapter 1:

It was rather cold outside with ceaseless snow and icicles hanging from the top of every window. Harry sat at his own window taking a break from the cases that piled one after another. He held his pocket watch close to his face and hastily planted it into his pocket, realizing that he was late for work. Stepping out of the foyer, he grabbed his coat and opened the door. A gust of wind filled with snow shocked him and he brushed the liquefied snowflakes off of his face. As he walked, his shoes beat softly upon the snow and soon Harry found himself approaching the Ministry entrance. He walked up a series of stairs and abrupt turns to his office where he found himself face to face with a most menacing character, a pregnant Hermione.

"Do you know how late you are? I was starting to worry," Hermione said with a dark look in her eye.

"Well, isn't that a surprise?" Harry mumbled, careful not to look into her eyes as he dropped his hands into his pockets. This was definitely not the time to make Hermione angry, he had mistakenly crossed that line before.

"What was that, Harry?" Hermione scowled with her hands over her chest. Suddenly, she took a step toward Harry and she patted his ebony mane and smiled, "Just don't do it again." She hovered over his desk and dropped a manila file holding yet another case. She whispered that she was sorry and left to her other duties.

Seven years, it had been, since Harry had defeated Voldemort. The details of the duel he would rather forget clouded his mind similar to a bad nightmare. It was unlikely that he'd ever want to go back to that life, one where he knew that the fate of the wizarding world was in his hands. Though nostalgic about his life at Hogwarts, Harry knew that this was the life that he had now and he meant to keep it that way.

He picked up the file that Hermione just dropped on his desk and perused through it. It seemed that the Malfoy family had quite a bit of trouble these days. Their family had been excused from the trials that awaited most death eaters since Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy had gone insane from the cruciatus curse. Draco, however, had hidden himself away from the world for the first three years of his parents' insanity. He later began resuming his old routine, hosting parties on occasion and maintaining his image of Lord of the Malfoy estate. Harry hadn't seen his old rival since the pardon to his trial and did not think that he

would ever see him again. After all, what were you supposed to say to one who despised you since first year and continued to harass you years after?

Harry read the case again and saw that Malfoy senior and his lady had been very violent in days passed, especially towards their son. Early this month they had slipped into a coma and Draco hadn't come to visit them, despite all the requests that he do to better his parent's condition. A funeral was held after they had passed away a couple of weeks ago. The Malfoy family was linked to a string of murders that have been uncovered in the Wizard World. Their crest was found emblazed in the chests of each of the victims.

Their deaths weren't violent in any way it seemed, because the emblem was marked after each death was committed. Seven murders in the course of a month, each victim died the same way. The victims were all given a poison, known to kill efficiently, quickly, and without pain. They all were found in a dark alleyway and when testing their blood, high levels of alcohol were found, but these people weren't known for drinking at those levels. The pubs didn't spot any of the victims, so it was most likely that each victim was brought to a secluded home. Harry thought it quite simple figuring out who had done these crimes. Harry had no doubt that the murderer fit the persona of Draco Malfoy.

'But what was the motive?' Harry thought. Draco did seem to be the death eater's son that he was labeled as being. However, Harry didn't know if he'd changed, or if he was still the foul git from their days at school.

Harry was about to take leave when Seamus stepped in. His eyes were lined with tears and he held the doorway like it was the only thing holding him up. Harry took his friend and situated him to a seat on an elaborate wooden chair. "What's worrying you mate?" Harry inquired perching himself on his knees, keeping eye level with Seamus. Seamus put his head in his hands and sobbed, "He's dead Harry. HE'S DEAD!" Harry stood up and whispered, "He's dead? Dean's dead?" Seamus wailed out at that moment, crying to the heavens as he fell to his knees off of the chair.