"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing."

-Edmund Burke

Meanwhile, in the evil lair…

A beautiful woman lounged elegantly in a wicker chair in the corner of the room. Gazing towards the roof, she slowly twirled a ringlet of raven coloured hair around her finger.
"Lexis?"
A tall blonde man walked through a door through which a gleaming bathroom was visible. He was holding a tea towel, with which he slowly and laboriously cleaned his hands with. The woman in the chair gave no indication that she had heard him, instead raising a thin, visibly grained stick of a deep coloured wood in front of her face for consideration.

"Hello? Are you even listening?"
Again, no response came, and the man walked over and stood in front of her chair, right in her line of vision. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, until she finally responded by raising her head. Gazing out from under her eyelashes, she asked calmly;

"What do you want, Paul?"
He held out the towel he had been clutching at his side, unravelling the scrunched up material until it hung limply between his hands. Without moving, she examined the pale cloth, splattered with a deep red, crusting material. Suddenly, the drying blood vanished, leaving a spotless cloth in the man's hands. He looked down and, seeing it was clean, bunched it up into a ball and tossed it carelessly to the side, where it landed in a crumpled heap on cluttered side table. Ignoring the sheets of paper that fluttered to the floor in the towel's wake, Paul began speaking quickly.

"We're starting to run out of ice. Not only that, but I can see in the servo employee's eyes that he doesn't trust me. You know what he said to his work mate last time I left? He said – no person with good intentions buys that much ice. He suspects me! You have to do something about it Lexis!"
Staring him intently in the eyes, Lexis considered him closely before replying in a measured voice;

"Paul, the polyjuice potion won't last forever. Unless you haven't realized, after death the hair and fingernails stop growing after ten days – your Father has been dead for ten years. No matter if you use only one strand of hair in every drink, it is not an inexhaustible resource."
Paul spluttered, while Lexis looked listlessly about, before rising slowly from the chair. She stretched fluidly, pushing stray hair from her face. She started towards a solid wooden door, her shoes making a soft click with every step. Paul regained his voice and he opened his mouth to talk, but Lexis beat him to it.
"They've involved the Minister for Magic."

Paul jerked violently, as though shocked by an invisible electric current. He raised wide eyes to Lexis' face, but she was fixedly examining the ground before her.
"But-no! They…he…What are we going to do?!"
Turning quickly, Lexis quickly advanced. Although Paul had nearly a foot on her, she radiated power and he cringed backwards. Frowning fiercely, Lexis said;

"We will continue on as we have been. Nothing has changed. The incompetent fools working on this case will never know we exist. I am not my cousin – she was a psychotic bitch. As long as you have done your job, we are in no danger from the authorities."
At that, Paul averted his gaze. Like a fox that has scented a rabbit, Lexis pounced on this evident weakness.

"What did you do?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
He shook his head, his resolution in not answering quickly apparent. With a sudden flick of her wrist, Paul was on the floor. His screams echoed around the enclosed space, as his spine contorted strangely. Muscles tensing to braking point, the tendons in Paul's neck stood out – and all the while Lexis' expression never changed. She calmly pointed her wand at the prone figure on the floor, before twitching it a centimetre to the left, away from Paul. Shaking in exertion, he curled himself into the foetal position, tremors running through him.
"I'll ask once more – what did you do?"
Her voice didn't rise above a whisper, but there was no mistaking the threat in it. Paul's body, almost inert from shock, gave a horrible dry retching sound. He didn't delay in answering however.

"I dumped the body in Dad's family cemetery, and when I was at work the other day, I – I just couldn't resist. I went to see them."
There was a dreadful pause, and Paul gave a great sob.

"Stop your whining!"
Immediately, Paul tried to reign in the sobs racking his body. He began to hiccup, and when he raised his face upwards, his face was gaunt and pale. The tears had left his eyes red, and the tear tracks shone against his tanned skin.

"You look like an avenging angel." Paul whispered hoarsely, before giggling maniacally from the floor. A black flash against the floor was the only signal before Paul had the wind knocked out of him. There was no outward change in Lexis' demeanour, but inside she was screaming.

How could he have been so stupid?

From the floor, Paul curled inwards to where he had been kicked, before gasping out;

"I quit my job. It'll be harder for them to find me now."

Looking murderous, Lexis gave a curt nod.
"That's the only intelligent thing you've ever done in your life."
Leaving Paul laying on the floor, Lexis started again towards the solid wooden door. A choking noise sounded, before the unconnected sounds resolved themselves into words.
"Who's next?"
At that, a broad smile stretched almost completely across her face. It closely resembled a clown's smile, though this was infinitely more twisted and dark. Although Paul couldn't see it, he shivered, raising himself into a sitting position on the floor.
"A lovely young man that was a year above me – he was disgustingly proud about his parentage, parading it around and boasting about a brother who played 'football'.' She gave a derisive snort, before turning to stare Paul right in the eyes. 'Murray's going regret that, when I'm through with him."

With those parting words, she opened the door and walked through, closing it behind her with finality. The bang echoed, reverberating like a death knoll for the ill-fated Murray.

A/N Hello! I drew myself away from the world of maths to write this, so I hope it's okay! :)

I've had a review I need to respond to:
woozle1975:

Just to let all of you know. I'm only recently 15. This is my first attempt at writing. In other words, please, please dont expect this story to be perfect!

Anyway thank you woozle for your constructive criticism. The point have been noted and taken into consideration. However, I feel I need to address some of the points you made:

1. From the best of my research, ASIO deals with internal threats to Australia and her people. This research is from reading the ASIO website and picking the brains of some ex-defence force. If you could tell me how I went wrong with that info it would be really appreciated. ASIO called the BAU in particular, not the FBI in general. Not only that, but after 10 brutal killings, but ASIO was bound to get involved, and the experts were also going to get involved. For the purpose of this story, those experts are Hotch and his team.

2. I think it makes perfect sense for Malfoy to run to Australia. Especially after all that happened. I never mentioned his age? And without being incredibly rude, Australia is hardly a colony anymore. As for your other information about Draco - patience, my parents always tell me, is a virtue. ;)

3. Again, I'm sure I never said they were teenagers. I believe what I did is called AU? Alternate universe, I messed with the timelines a bit, and Hermione is about 22, while Spencer is 28. These people are the only key to a string of horrible deaths - they aren't about to refuse them just because of one thing, even if it is a lie. Also, someone has told me I forgot to have them checked out, so Im getting onto that.

4. Canberra! I could have sworn I left clues, but maybe I wasn't explicit enough and I left it up in my head. Why would you think Melbourne or Sydney is more likely? Please tell me - I may move it if its more plausible that way.

Thank you so much, your input is valued and I know the story will be better for it.