Groaning, he rolled out of bed, landing less than gracefully on his feet. The sudden movements made his head spin and he groaned. Life could not get any worse.

He grabbed a blanket from his bed and wrapped it around himself, covering his head. He looked similar to an Eskimo. He dragged his feet down the stairs, the blinding light not helping his migraine. He unlocked the front door and looked out. No one was staring back at him. Odd, he could've sworn he heard someone knock on the door. He turned to shut the door when a something caught his eye. Looking down he noticed it was an envelope addressed to him. He picked it up and quickly went back inside. How odd that he would be getting mail, especially on a Sunday.

He flipped the envelope over as he walked into the dining room. No return address. So whoever had sent this did not want to be found. He sat in one of the chairs and pulled himself up to the table, wrapping the blanket tighter around him. Light was too much the bare at the moment.

He sliced the envelope open after deciding it wouldn't poison or eat him and he knew that it definitely was not a howler. It was just a normal letter, though it was far from normal.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have been informed of a very unfortunate event of which happen upon the 8th of January three years ago about the time the Dark Lord was destroyed. Mr. Draco Malfoy, son of Mr. Lucius Malfoy, was to be sentenced to serve a life-time imprisonment upon the decision of the Ministry and its inhabitants. Although plans did not go as they were supposed to and now Mr. Draco Malfoy has been missing for some time. Authorities' dealing with the matter at the time, sent the best they could to track and find Mr. Malfoy, however, no such luck has been sent their way and seeing as we have not yet received what should have been sent to us,we would greatly appreciate it if you could help us with this manner and bring him to us.

A great reward will be given to you upon your arrival with young Mr. Malfoy.

Sincerely,

Head Official of Azkaban

He threw the letter to the ground. Why should he risk his life again for someone who never once said 'Thank You' to him? It was a waste of his time, not that he had other things to do, but he might like having a week off from work. It would be nice to sit around all day and be lazy or maybe he could take a trip to Holland with Ron and Hermione. He made a mental note to talk to them later about it.

He pushed his chair back and got up, blanket falling to the ground. He was furious and stomped to the bathroom. Placing his hands upon the edges of the sink he looked into the mirror. Memories flashed before his eyes. Malfoy. There he was holding his hand out offering to be friends. Another of him casting the snake. The one where Hermione broke his nose and then the one where he was making bets on Harry's own life. Memories of Malfoy being nasty all collected and flashed like a never ending movie where you're forced to watch something so dreadful. Where the actors can't act and the filmers' can't film. Finally, the one memory he wished he could forget appeared and seemed to linger more than the others. The fire blazing around him. He's holding his hand out asking for help his eyes pleading. And then, just like that, the memory was gone leaving only Harry's own reflection.

After looking for a good minute he realized the position he was in. Quite like the one Malfoy was in before Harry had cast the horrible spell that ripped him open. There was so much blood. It was everywhere. And when Snape had come in, he thought he was done for and that he would be expelled for sure.

He opened the medicine cabinet and took Tylenol. Hoping the migraine would soon go away, he walked back into the dining room. He picked up his blanket and then glanced at the letter lying face down on the floor. Writing appeared on the back.

If you so choose to not do this task I shall make your life Hell.

Seeing as his life was already Hell, he walked into the living room and layed on the couch, blanket pulled to his chin. He didn't know if he would accept the task. Trying to hunt down your rival is a hard job especially when they have gone into hiding.

Little did he know he needn't look far to receive the reward.