An: I would like to thank The Darkest wizard for giving me a reason for continuing this story. And I apologize for the very long delay. Can't promise it won't happen again though.

Disclaimer: Once again I don't own anything except a few added clips. It'll get more interesting later as is J.K Rowling's fashion.

Chapter 3

"Fenrir! Glad you could make it on such short notice."

"You didn't give me much choice Malfoy. The Dark Lord told us to help you with anything you needed. Obviously I had to show, though I would rather be doing something else." The wolf-like man licked his lips thinking remorsefully of the tasty morsel he was about to begin eating when Draco had called. "So what do you want, a new toy?"

"Now, now Fenrir, you should be a little more grateful. You're life has some meaning now." The were-wolf growled. "I need you to keep an eye on Borgin. I told him to give his full attention to my plans but I'll be at Hogwarts so I won't be able to keep him in check myself. You get my drift."

"Yea I got you," Fenrir Greyback grumbled. "Anything else you need while you're on vacation?"

Draco glared at his so called 'family friend' before shaking his head. Fenrir stalked off to the door and was nearly there before Draco remembered one of the most important tasks. "And Greyback, make sure you let me know when its ready!"

The only answer he received was the slamming of the front door. He sighed and sat down at his father's desk. Lucius Malfoy made his job look so simple, but Draco had a difficult time sorting through the mounds of paperwork that could not be neglected. Unlike most jobs, a governor's position was hereditary and if one found himself in trouble the title passed to the eldest son. The Malfoy family had been on the Board of Governors for centuries but Draco found himself wishing that office could be given to someone else.

A knock sounded from the door followed by his mother's voice beckoning him. "Coming Mother!" He got up slowly and sauntered to the door hoping she would tell him that one of his friends were there.

"Draco darling, I saw Greyback come in earlier. You're not in any trouble I hope?"

"No Mother, none at all. I was merely requesting Fenrir Greyback's expertise."

Narcissa paled slightly, looking more like a porcelain doll than she had since the incident this past June. "Why don't you let me help you dear? Just tell me what you need done and I will do it. There's no need to seek help from dangerous half-breeds."

"I don't need your help," Draco spat. "I am perfectly capable of doing this on my own. Now if you'll excuse me I have work that needs to be done in time for the next Board meeting."

Later that night Draco lay on his bed wondering what he had done to deserve the honor that the Dark Lord was bestowing on him. He knew that he would not fail to complete the task. His family depended on it and, as much as he pretended to despise them, he knew he would do anything to protect them.