Chapter 1

The Dragon Sanctuary

Authors Note: So I'm going to try another story. I'm not sure how long it will be so... we'll see. Please review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, no characters belong to me. And the plot comes from a story of Rumman which I am using with his permission.

Hermione POV

I pull my jacket around me tighter against the rain and wind as I wait for Charlie Weasley to arrive to let me into the newly renamed Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. It was no longer a prison for dragons but a place they could be put to make sure they were safe and healthy, A place for them to be protected. I had done plenty to help change the rules for magical creatures so that there lives were better. I sigh and hurry through the gate as Charlie comes up and opens it for me.

"Sorry about that Mione, had to make sure your room was all set up. We still don't have many female dragon wranglers, so I wanted to make sure you weren't smack dab in the middle of some of our younger workers. They don't always remember to have their manners about them. A few of them are as tack-less as Ron. I'm sorry you and he didn't work out, you guys seemed like an ok match... but you do deserve better then him. Come on... let's get you inside and get you some stew." I grin and hug him, heading to the main building with him. I sigh and unbundle a bit as we get inside, hanging my coat up to dry as I sit at a table, looking around.

It wasn't a bad place, large café type room with a few large fireplaces, plenty of tables and seating room. Baskets of bread and fruit sat in the middle of each table for whoever needed something to munch on whenever they came in. I grin and take the bowl of step and mug of butterbeer as Charlie sits beside me with his own, digging in with as much gusto as any Weasley. I chuckle as I tuck into my own.

"Nice place you got here. How much of it changed after the new rules and such got accepted?" I ask as I eat, looking around, buttering a slice of bread.

"Not too much really. I mean we were already building better buildings, working on better pens and what not so it wasn't a HUGE change. But we try to treat the dragons better, easier spells to contain them. We try not to harm them if we can. Although some of them we almost HAVE to injure just to get them to behave but... we do what we can. So what brings you to my little corner of Romania anyway?" he asks. I sigh and play with my stew, I really was dreading having to explain why I was here.

"I work for the department of Control of Magical Creatures... you know how the Ministry is trying to clean up Knockturn alley right? Well on one of their raids they found some wands that belonged to people who were supposed to be alive and well, several that were missing from Ministry watch. The shop owner said she had turned them into animals for being lousy people or some other such nonsense. Anyway, I was informed that you had gotten an odd batch of dragons recently. My bosses figured I might as well check them out, see if they were the transformed humans or just some odd bunch of dragons." I say as I take a few bites, watching Charlie out of the corner of my eye. As odd as it sounded it was the truth... just not the whole truth. While I was here to see if the dragons they had just got where the transfigured humans the Ministry was looking for, I was looking for a specific missing ex Death Eater.

Why they thought he was more important then any of the other missing, or any more dangerous, I will never understand. I mean it was just one spoiled snot noised pureblooded idiot; why were they in such a tizzy to find him now? I mean he had been missing for six months... what made it so important to find him now?

"If you're finished lets get you to your room so you can dry off and get some rest. There's no reason to go out and look at the dragons tonight. They don't like the rain any more then we do so tonight would be a bit of a wash." I nod and finish my stew and grab my coat from its peg, following Charlie up to the guest rooms of the building. The halls were simple, no fancy carpeting or wall coverings, just simple wood and low carpet to keep the heat in and make it look lived in. I step into the room Charlie reserved for me and look around with a smile. Nothing special, simple bed and wardrobe, desk and a small table and chair set.

"It's perfect Charlie; hopefully I won't be here more then a few days. I shouldn't have to go through all the dragons here just the new ones, going back... six months or so. You don't have that fast of a turn over rate do you?" I give a sigh of relief as he shakes his head; I really didn't want to have to go through all the dragons in the sanctuary. I kiss his cheek and say my good nights, saying I'd see him in the morning after breakfast and after he got all his morning work that he couldn't hand off done.

I yawn and stretch, taking my bags out of my pocket and flicking my wand at them, unshrinking them and digging out a pair of pajamas, laying out my clothes to dry in front of the fire before slipping into bed and snuggles in, drifting off quickly. Letting go of the worry and stress from my day of travel and the days I would spend looking for Draco FUCKING Malfoy, missing ex Death Eater and possible transfigured dragon.

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Draco POV

Six Months Ago

I truly hated shopping in Knockturn Alley, it used to be fun and interesting... now it was just boring and dangerous. And it had nothing to do with the Ministry trying to clean it up, if anything that made it a little safer. It was no longer taboo for the average witch or wizard to come back here so there were more people around in case something happened. Today I was on an errand for my mother, nothing special or decidedly dark but it was from one of the shops that did things 'the old way' as mother put it... so off I went to Knockturn Alley.

I head into the shop, looking around as I make my way to the counter, digging in my pocket for the ticket. It looked like almost any other dress shop but something felt... off is the only word I can think of that describes the feeling I get looking around. I tap the bell as I arrive at the counter, setting the ticket on the worn wood. I jump slightly as the old woman appears in front of me, taking the ticket and narrowing her eyes up at me.

"I'm here to collect my mother's order, that's the ticket there, I have the rest of the payment if everything is in order." I say coldly, I didn't want to be mean but I truly didn't want to be here, in this shop, or in Knockturn Alley, any longer then I needed to be. Truth was I hated this part of my life, the old bits, the dark bits. I was ready to move on with my life, most people seemed happy to keep bringing it back up to punish me for... whatever reason.

I hadn't killed anyone in the war, hell I only did what I did to keep my mother and myself alive. I'd actually helped Harry and his lot in the last battle. I only had the dark mark because it kept me alive and father had forced me to take it. I blink and look back at the woman as she sets the wrapped dresses on the counter and smacks the payment due ticket next to it. I wrinkle my nose and count out the payment, signing the ticket and leaving a small tip for the woman before taking the packages and heading to the door; I never made it. My body felt numb, heavy, as if someone had preformed a body bind wrong. I stumbled and fell to my knees, the packages tumbling and scattering as the old woman moved to me, grinning down at me as she reached into my pocket and took my wand, shaking her head.

"Stupid boy, so trusting of all the wrong people. You deserve a lesson you do. Maybe it'll stick for you. Oh you'll be just fine don't you worry one bit about that. And you'll mother will get her dresses, paid in full. But you... you will be going on a bit of a, well lets say a self finding trip. I'm sure someone will go looking for you in a month or so... maybe. You never know with this new Ministry. So worried about righting past mistakes but they keep forgetting to clean up there current mistakes." She tsked at me, flicking her wand at me, levitating me into the back room as she continues to ramble. The last thing I remember for quite some time is the brilliant white flash of light and the darkness that followed as the old woman cast a spell I couldn't hear on me and the cold rush of magic as it wrapped around me. Then I knew no more, a total black void wrapped securely around my mind as I blacked out.

AN: ok... so who did you al like that? Good? Bad? Should I continue? I'll likely give it another chapter or so before I make my final decision, if I decide to stop.