A/N second chapter. Quite short but I really wanted to bring this new character in. This one is one of the two new characters I've created earlier and who'll show up in this story.

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'Can't be happening, can't be happening, can't be...' He bumped into someone. "Watch where you're going." He said without raising his look and rushed ahead. 'I need to get away from here!'

"It's dead end there." a voice behind him said.

Now he raised his head and looked around. 'True,' he thought, 'this path is heading to Cartagio mountains, dead end.' Draco turned to right and almost ran when he stopped and turned around quickly, his robe floating around him. 'To know it, you must know Malfoys land very well.'

"Who are you?" he demanded.

Somehow that someone was disappeared. Draco looked around hesitating. 'Is it possible that I imagined it?'

"It's possible, if I'm only imaginary..." A voice from above declared. Draco looked up and saw a guy, not much older than he, with long black haired, witch were tied into ponytail. The boy was smiling, "Let's find out how imaginary my knife is, shall we?" And he jumped down right in front of Draco.

"Who are you?" Draco asked again, trying not to loose his cool.

Boy played with the knife in his hand. "Is it important?"

Draco stepped back a little, "It's Malfoys land, you are not supposed to be here. So, who are you?"

"You can call me Moth." Boy stepped closer to Draco, "Are you afraid of me?" he asked when bowed closer to Draco. He was about 4 inches taller that Draco.

"Moth?" Draco stepped away again and leaned on a tree behind him, "Is this your real name?"

"Of course not." Boy turned away and walked a little further, "and of course I'm not going to tell you my real name, if that's what you wanted to ask."

"How did you get here? I mean, all these protection shells and..."

"You are more naive that you look, young Malfoy."

Draco swallowed this insult. It was second time today that someone complete stranger insulted him. 'Are they connected?'

Draco decided to go on full bank, all or nothing. "So, you came for that thing too, didn't you?"

Moths eyes narrowed, "You already know about it?"

Draco smirked, 'Jackpot.' "Sure. Your little girlfriend told me about it tonight."

Before Draco even could've blinked an eye, moth was pushing him at the tree and tightly holding his throat, "She came to you, herself?"

Draco tried to nod, even though it was hard when amazingly strong hand is holding your throat.

"You know, I could kill you right here and cut you into little pieces to feed my owls..." He leaned so close to Draco, that Draco could feel his breath on his face, "...what did she tell you, exactly?"

Moth released Draco and he fell on his knees gasping for air.

"She said that I'll get something I don't need. And she'll come to get it soon."

Moth was walking in little circles, looking like he was doing some hard thinking, "So, she promised that she'll come again?"

"I don't know anything about promises, she just said, that someone will come to get it from me and obviously it'll be her."

Moth whistled and looked up. "In her case, it's good as promise."

Draco sat down and leaned his back on a tree, "Is it good?"

Moth came closer and sat facing to Draco, "It is..."

Dracos mouth grew into smile when Moth added: "If you're seeking for death." Draco moaned.

Both held quiet and stared at the woods for a while.

Draco found himself closely watching Moth. His arms were strong, so he might be a good at handling a bow. Also, he got up on a tree without a sound and he did it quickly, so he's a good spy maybe. And he was good at handling his dagger. Then Draco froze.

"Are you an assassin?"

Moth looked at him with his eyes narrowed. "I am."

"Oh dear god..." Draco sighed and looked around for an escape.

Moth made a weird face, it almost looked like he smiled, "I'm not here for you. Don't worry. I'm not the one you should be worried about."

"Yeah?" Dracos eyebrow raised in relief.

"Sure, you better be worried about yourself. If you're into all that living thing."

"Are you undead or anything?"

Moth stared at Draco quite long, "Why do you think that?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "I don't know, you talk about living and death, like these two things don't affect you anyway."

Moth smiled, "What do you think then?"

"Actually, you're too good-looking to be a zombie. And your hair are too dark to belong to someone who changes to a wolf every once in a while. And... you're obviously not a vampire either, it's quite sunny right now."

Moth nodded in agreement, "You know quite a lot about undead."

"Well," Draco sighed and made a face, showing a little disgust, "In some occasions, you'll meet a lot of these kind of... persons."

Dracos voice said that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, so Moth changed a subject.

"Why are you out here? Train to school will leave tomorrow, doesn't it?"

Draco moaned, "Right. I have to go back to school." Then his eyes narrowed, "How do you know about Hoghwarts and train?"

Moth laughed slightly and stood up, "Everyone knows this school and quite a lot about it. But nobody exactly knows how much about it is true. Well, maybe professor Dumbeldore..."

"Are you joking? That old man doesn't know anything! Even if he does, he can't remember it."

Moth gazed at Draco, "How can you be so sure about it? There must be a reason why Voldemort has any kind of fear in front of him."

Draco stood up quickly, "You know about Voldemort!?"

Moth shook his head and smiled, "It looks like you're sure, that I'm a muggle." and started walking towards mansion.

"Why are you going this way? It leads to my home."

"Isn't all this here around us your home?"

"Actually, none of this is my home. Not anymore."

"Having hard times with your daddy?"

Draco looked up and Moth could've swear, that he saw tears in Dracos eyes.

"He's kind of knocked out. For a longer time."

"Who?"

Draco looked confused, "What do you mean, who?"

"I mean, who did that."

"I did."

"Liar."

"How can you be so sure?"

"You've asked many unnecessary questions already. Maybe it's better if you just shut up?" and Moth went along the path.

Draco couldn't swallow that. He just stood there and stared at Moth with amazement. "I hope you get killed." he muttered by himself.

"I heard that!" came a shout from somewhere between the trees.