I know it's been forever since an update and I apologize, but this is really just a past time for me at the moment. Plus I had no inspiration, and no that is not a ruse to get more reviews because those really don't make me want to write, they help, but aren't the source. So this chapter is really just more back story and information about the club (and a ploy to get me back into the grove of writing). It's short, but hopefully it will get longer and longer the farther we go along. Also, warning this may turn into a slash fic, but I am rubbish at writing romance so it may never actually come into play. Still toying with the idea.

Good news however, I plan on setting a dead line for myself to try and write a chapter every two weeks. I am not going to fool myself into writing one every week, since I am a procrastinator.

Without further ado, here is the update.

-Death Techie


Potter wandered in what seemed like a daze, and hadn't even reacted when Hermione and Ron had questioned him about the club. What a ridiculous nickname for a club, one would think that the curiosity of the student body would dredge up a better name then 'the club'. Draco sneered; obviously the common student body didn't have the creativity that he expected of them. Potter had walked through their classes with a far off look; even one who didn't know the bloke could tell he obviously wasn't there. Most of those who went on their first mission walked around for at least a day. It had helped root quite a few rumors about what they actually did in the club.

Draco glanced over as Pansy snuggled closer to him as they sat at breakfast. Their whole relationship was a ruse to stem the idiocy of the rest of the student body. He couldn't very well stop being the handsome bloke he was, and him being in the club also helped his bachelor status. Of course it helped that Pansy was also in the club, and knew all about him. She of course wasn't as powerful as him, but she had merit.

Ironically, she had inherited a weaker version of the power medusa held. She couldn't turn others to stone, but she could paralyze them briefly. The duration of which depended on how powerful the demon was. With this bit of information, Elizabeth had placed her with a group that was second in power to her own. Pansy had an ability that was too useful to waste, even if it was weaker on certain species.

Going back to the problem that was Potter, Draco wondered about the discussion that had gone on upon their return to Hogwarts. Elizabeth had been pestered, by the other members, about who Potter was and why they were bringing in new members. For some reason there was always a set number of Protectors, and nothing had changed that. Not even searching for new members. She had kept her lips tightly shut and had ushered them to bed, Draco was suspicious about that, but didn't pester. One thing he knew for a fact about Elizabeth was her determination to keep secrets. One of her well kept secret that she had only told her group was about her power to recognize other potentials. It wasn't so much as seeing a aura around them, but seeing the future and seeing who was in the group. Elizabeth had obviously seen the future, and Potter was in it, along with one of their number dying. He just hoped that it wasn't his death that she had foreseen.

In the off chance that one did die during the club activities, they had contingency plans. These plans included suicide notes, kidnappings gone wrong, and even overdoses. Things that were rare in a school like this but happened none the less. Unfortunately for Draco, those who died were usually the more powerful of their little group. The demons seemed to be drawn to the power they had and would take them down for a little taste of it. Their previous leader, before Elizabeth, had been eaten alive before they had been able to save him.

Draco shivered at the memory, they had only been able to save the thumb for the family. The potential to be a Protector was passed down from parent to child, at least one of their parents had been a Protector or had the dormant gene.

Draco came back to reality as Pansy patted his arm trying to get his attention. Obviously she had noticed his shiver, dammit, he had thought that had only been a mental shiver. "Are you all right Dray?"

Draco grimaced at the awful nickname she had given him. "I was until you used that damned nickname." He groused out, she knew he hated it, but it helped with their image. Oh how he hated images. Draco saw the questioning eyes from Pansy, and knew she was going to pester him. Well if she was going to pester him, it might as well be in the comfort of the Slytherin common room.

Standing up from his seat at the Slytherin table, Draco gave the signal he was done eating. He felt Pansy rise gracefully with him, one thing he had to admit, Pansy blossomed into quite the beautiful woman since she was younger. Now if only he swung that way, then he might have actually started a relationship with her.

Walking briskly through the deserted halls, Draco's thoughts kept returning to the mystery of Potter. He knew he was the one that had destroyed Voldemort, which Draco was grateful to him for. His parents had been in service of the demon, though they hadn't known he was a demon. Being Protectors themselves hadn't helped them stave off the temptation of conquering the world. They had been drawn into a faction of the Protectors that advocated getting rid of the normal humans, leaving the world to themselves. The faction had quickly fallen away after his demise, but there were some that didn't believe he was gone. Draco sighed, this was making his brain go to mush just trying to sort out all the bits of information.

Draco glanced side ways at Pansy as they arrived to the entrance of their dorm. He was thankful that she had allowed him to brood without interrupting; she was an irreplaceable friend for that. Sitting heavily on one of the coaches, he asked, "What did you want to ask back in the Great Hall?" He felt safe discussing whatever Pansy wanted to discuss here in the deserted common room. Dinner was still going strong, so they still had a couple of minutes.

Pansy was obviously fighting with herself trying to get whatever question was on her mind in proper words. Finally settling on something, she asked, "Who do you think will die this time? It's been a while since someone died in our sector. We always prided ourselves on being the only group to have less than a hundred deaths in the last ten years. Potter must obviously signal someone's death, yet Elizabeth must know, she always knows."

Most suspected Elizabeth could see the future, but no one was courageous enough to confront her. She was a rather scary person when in commander mode. Draco knew why Pansy was slightly frightened, if someone was dyeing than that meant that he had a strong possibility of dyeing. He ground his teeth in anger, he was one of the senior members and had been completely faithful to the cause. Sure he wasn't as fanatical as some of the others, but he was still loyal.

Leaning back, he shook his head, "It's not going to be me Pansy. Don't worry, if it was Elizabeth would have given me some kind of hint. She didn't, so we must assume that Potter is the one that is actually going to die." Of course this was complete speculation, but he wasn't going to deal with a watery-eyed Pansy for the year. That was a migraine in the making.

Pansy made a little sound that sounded sort of like a cat hacking a hairball up, and asked rather shrilly, "Then why did Elizabeth bring him into the club. He could have lived his life not knowing."

Draco looked at his nails and shrugged, "I don't know either, sometimes that girl is cruel beyond measure."