Author's Note: Here's the second chapter and please review. I know that it isn't the best work you've seen, but if you could review and tell me what's wrong with it and what's right with it, eternal gratitude is in order. Plus, I have a supply of invisible ponies just waiting for a rider.

Thank you DanuMarie for replying and giving some constructive criticism!

Chapter 2:

Harry put a hand to his mouth and gazed into space, taken aback by the news.

"Where is he?" Harry questioned Seamus as he was regaining his composure.

Seamus put both hands on his knees and replied, "They've taken him. They won't let me anywhere near him! Those half-arse aurors aren't letting me near him. Harry, that's why I came to you, can you do something about this? His body is at the alley two houses away from our flat." Harry took a step back and took a good look at Seamus. His eyes were blood shot and he had scratches on his arms and face, doubtlessly from a scuffle with the aurors. Harry nodded, abruptly, and sent Seamus off with Hermione.

He took out his wand and held it close to his side as he approached the scene. A cluster of aurors surrounded the body, talking quietly. Harry coughed and all of them immediately looked up. A familiar face, known by the name Georg Fether, came up to him with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Hello Mr. Potter. What might you be doing here?" he questioned with a bored expression on his face.

Harry sneered, "You know very well why I'm here, Fether. Now move aside and let me take a look."

Fether stood his ground and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "You know we can't do that. This is our case. I assume you have your own to tend to?"

Harry shoved him aside, his eyes relaying the anger kept in, and proceeded to push away the others around Dean's body. The sight upset him, Dean's lip was bloodied and a mark was carved into his chest. It was one that Harry had been studying this very morning. It was the Malfoy Crest, and it seemed to be hastily carved into Dean's chest. Harry covered his eyes with his forearm for a second and went back to looking at the soulless body of his close friend. Harry saw a bruise on Dean's neck, a love bite was more like it. Harry paused to remember that all the victims were men. All, except one, and that was the body of Paboria Finney. He realized that that this wasn't just a normal murder case, it was a trap for young lovers. Soon idea after idea piled up in his mind and Harry couldn't hold in the power surge that resulted from his anger. His eyes reached told the others to back away and soon Harry was out of the alley fairly quickly.

He was out for blood, and not just anyone's blood, but that of Draco Malfoy. He didn't know what was going on in Draco's sick mind, but he promised that he would not let it go any further. Harry apparated to the outskirts of Malfoy Manor and he was greeted by a charmed box that spoke Malfoy's voice.

"What do you want, Potter," Malfoy spat from the box at the gates of Malfoy Manor.

"I need to talk to you, Malfoy." Harry replied with a weakening patience.

"If you haven't realized yet, Potty, you are talking to me. Now what do you have to say? I must say it has been a while and I'm not so good with the pleasant chat, especially with you. So let you not waste any more of my life and go on with this nonsense." Malfoy retorted with a smirk emerging as he spoke.

"Stop being such a prat and let me in. I'm not here to stand outside your gate and make conversation. The murders, I need to talk to you about the damn murders." Harry replied angrily.

The gates and wards let him in and Harry stepped in carefully, observing his surroundings for traps.

"There aren't any curses waiting to fly at you, get a bloody move on." Draco sounded from the box behind Harry.

He walked faster now, past the albino peacocks to the door of the mansion, where Malfoy leaned coolly on the wall. Harry looked around as he stepped in and readied his wand, pointing it at Draco's throat.

"Explain these murders, Malfoy," he hissed shoving the wand deeper into his throat.

Malfoy snickered, "What're you getting so worked up about, Potter? Do you honestly think that I've done this?"

Harry harshly yelled enunciating every syllable, "Who else would've done it Malfoy? There was a Malfoy Crest on each one of those people. Each of those eight had a Malfoy Crest carved into their chest. Who else would have done it? WHO ELSE?" Draco winced as Harry's anger poured into the room and he was shoved against the wall to the point where it was hard to breathe.

Draco let out a morbid laugh and responded, "Potter, you haven't got your wits about you. Anybody could've put that crest on those people. If you haven't noticed, I've been brooding around here since Father and Mother went insane." Harry took this in and realized that Malfoy was right. The crest could've been implanted by anyone. He hadn't even rationalized this before he came.

"No one was observing you, so you could have stepped out during anytime. It could've been your father's last wish for you to kill them; perhaps you had something against them." Harry said, slowly creating a rationale to his accusation.

"You twit, my father's last wish? He died while his mind wasn't exactly in the best of conditions and you think that he ordered me to do this? Oh yes, he'd told me to murder all these people and leave my mark on them. Now will you please get the hell off of me?" Draco scoffed as he was released of his attacker's hold.

Harry stepped back and took his leave from the manor. But not before saying, "I'll be watching you, Malfoy. "

"I'm sure you will be, Potter. I'm sure you will be." Draco smirked and closed the door.

Harry looked back and brushed himself off. Harry had a bit of his dignity ripped from him, but he knew that Malfoy had to be the one committing the murders, and he wouldn't stop until he had some evidence. He promised himself that no one would die while he was on this case, absolutely no one.