Disclaimers: I do not own any Harry Potter character… oh I give up! Applies to all chapters.

Author: finally! I've updated! Thanks to the reviewers! Somebody made me raise the rating to R for upcoming chapters.

manystories2lilx: I'm not sure if it will always be this short, but for the time being I'll be writing in short chapters. Thanks for the support! I think I'll go with angst too…

Chibified Angel: Thank you so much for the idea, I decided to push through with it! So I guess this chapter is dedicated to dear Chibified Angel.

Redemption

Chapter 1 – Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black to the outside Muggles was a tattered old building with a rickety door and grimy windows. Only to those who knew the disguised building and the proper procedures would know that this abandoned building is a haven for two Slayers.

The inside of the house, though, is an irony of the outside. It was decorated in a thriving array of plush red and golden curtains and carpets. An archaic chandelier sent a dismal light over the lavish furniture. There is an enormous silver case storing several silver weapons and potion ingredients over the side of the vast lounge, where two raven-haired figures were talking in rapt, hushed tones.

"Murderers, they say," a chuckle from the adult, handing over to the bespectacled boy a tattered copy of the Daily Prophet. Emerald eyes surveyed the moving picture and sighed as the boy set down the stake he was cleaning and settled beside his godfather.

"We weren't really subtle, Sirius…"

"Subtlety will not bring these beasts down!" retaliated Sirius, adding a dose of some purple liquid in the Wolfsbane potion he was making. The boy shrugged and went back to cleaning off the blood from his weapon. "And oh Harry, remind me to pass by the Apothecary, we seem to be already lacking some ingredients. I have to try that Monkshood potion Snape's talking about."

Harry paused, seeming to want to say something, but thought better of it and just kept his mouth shut. Footsteps echoed from the stairway and a flutter of silk was heard as long arms found their way around Sirius' lightly tanned neck.

"Last night was wonderful, Sirius…" purred a female voice. "Let's do it again sometime… you went off late yesterday after we did it. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Sorry Narcisa, not tomorrow. I have to do some work." Sirius sighed as he rubbed the woman's shoulder.

"You're no fun, Siri…" frowned Narcisa as she stood straight and made her way towards the door. She strode past a disgruntled Kreacher, the Black's house-elf, who had placed a tray of tea by the coffee table.

"You know I don't approve of her, Sirius. She's just… too intimidating." said Harry as he watched the door close behind her. "You don't know how much girls fall for you, and you never settle in!"

"The only woman I don't approve of is my dear mother. Well, you know our line of work, Harry. We're doing this for your parents." The voice was stern and firm. "Besides, you have all the time to settle down with a girl, just like with Ron and Hermione."

Harry stared a little at the stake. "Hermione thinks it's evil, Ron thinks this is cool, which I suppose he's just saying to make me feel better; and Cho practically fainted when she found out." He glared at the silver weapon at the thought.

Sirius eyed his godson warily, "Do you have any regrets, Harry?"

The boy fidgeted a little and looked away. He knew of the history on why his godfather had trained him to kill Vampires ever since he lived in to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place from his shattered home in Godric's Hollow. It was also the only reason why Sirius had agreed to combine forces with one of the Dark Lord's servants.

"No." he answered after a moment's hesitation.

"Then prepare yourself," Intense deep, silvery gray eyes flickered over the enormous silver case. "We will go to the wizarding world's most famed brothel tomorrow night."

Harry looked up at his godfather at these words. They never kill right-on before, choosing to attack late at night when the half-breed is coming out of an aristocrat's domain. It would be too much of a giveaway for the two Slayers to enter the brothel themselves.

The shock must have been evident on Harry's face, because Sirius chuckled again. "The Dark Lord had made special request of slaying two whores immediately."

"Whores - but we only kill -"

"Half-breeds," said Sirius, "by the name of Draco Malfoy and Remus Lupin."


"Mr. Malfoy," Barty Crouch swiveled his chair as a copy of the Daily Prophet was thrown haphazardly on his desk.

"Barty," said Lucius Malfoy, impatience clear in his voice. "Read."

Crouch's eyes merely wandered over the parchment at the large bold headline indicating two Slayers before resting them back to Malfoy. "And your argument is?"

"Why haven't this two been sentenced to Azkaban! The killings had been immense! 13 and counting!"

Crouch shook his head, seemingly at a loss at the sudden outburst. "Why ever are you mad, Mr. Malfoy? These two are eliminating beasts, the ministry sees them to be doing right." Here he gave Malfoy a pointed look. "And if I'm not mistaken, Mr. Malfoy, in you own family is a half-breed, and you never seemed to care about him. Why all the hassle?"

Malfoy's face was contorted in fury. "I am not related to any beast! And in case you haven't noticed, these half-breeds are fulfilling you and your wizard's pleasures!"

"And your business in earning money from them, even though they are not paid." Retorted Crouch. "A point Avery had already made clear."

Lucius Malfoy seemed to have no choice, as Crouch didn't seem to intend to cooperate anytime soon. With one last, incensed glare at the wizard, he gathered his bearings and stalked out of the room.

Crouch leaned back in his chair minutes after Malfoy had gone, eyes bore at the bold name on the paper.

Sirius Black, eh?


"Ah, Mr. Macnair and Mr. Nott," A wizard in the reception area snickered. "Who will it be tonight, sirs?" He was seated behind a large counter in front of steel doors, where dementors are roaming aimlessly. Those dementors were there to somber up some wild beasts inside from creating too much noise, especially so near to the full moon.

Hooded, lust-filled eyes of the Ministry's beast killer trailed down the copy of pictures presented in an album-like book that flipped by itself. "We want something different today. Something stronger than the usual but beautiful enough to corrupt."

"Ah, then this two will be a money well-spent choice." The receptionist wizard then pointed to a copy of a blonde and a tawny-haired man in the far corner of the page. Two sets of eyes looked at the moving portrait. The younger one was glaring daggers at the photo, whilst the older had a calm, almost compliant look in him.

Beneath the photos bore the words Draco Malfoy and Remus Lupin.


Author: The monkshood, like wolfsbane, is a common term for Aconite, which is a poisonous plant.

Somebody reading this: Meh, you're evil. .:wants to execute Macnair and Lucius Malfoy as well as Nott:.

Author: I know… um… I'm still thinking whether to put in that scene of what happens to Draco and Remus when they were rented by Macnair and Nott in the next chapter or skip that and head to the meeting. Seems those two are really wanted in this fic. Er, I'm still getting my facts straight on when to use blond and blonde… I've gotten word that blonde is only used for females, meep!