A/N: SO sorry for the lack of updates! Writer's block and all that...anyways, thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! Chapter three's finally here so enjoy!

Chapter Three: Tedious Research Work

Dear Mr. Potter,

Good day! Sorry to interrupt you, as we know that you are currently on your weekend vacation, but Mr. Anderson wishes to see you now. He has an important matter to discuss with you.

Respectfully,

Theodore Smith

"Harry, care to share?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow from his spot on the sofa. "Because you've got that really intense look on your face."

Harry looked up from the letter, and sighed. "It's from Smith, Mr. Anderson's secretary. It appears that the boss wants to see me."

"Now?" Hermione asked incredulously. "What about?"

"No idea. Dorey, here simply said that it was an important matter."

Charlie whistled. "Must be some really classified matter."

Harry shrugged. "Maybe."

"I can't believe you have to leave already!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms around Harry. "I mean, you barely even got here. And it's been such a long time since you spent time with us!"

"I'm afraid I have no choice," Harry said with another sigh. "I'll probably lose my job if I miss this 'very important meeting'."

"That's too bad, mate." Ron said standing up and shaking hands with Harry. "Just promise us that you'll come visit us again soon. Alright?"

Harry chuckled. "Sure, no problem!"

"See you then!"

And with a loud pop, Harry had disapparated.

…

"You called me all the way here to do grunge work?" Harry asked, the irritation clearly spelled out on the expression he was wearing on his face.

Smith smiled nervously. "Well, ah, you see"

The sound of a door slamming caused the two men to look at the, well, door.

"Mr. Potter." Harry spun around to look at the man that had strolled into the room. He was short, and rather overweight. He was finely dressed in a crisp business suit, and his eyes sparkled knowingly.

"Mr. Anderson," Harry greeted, shooting Smith a look. The secretary knew when he was not wanted because he swiftly exited Harry's office, muttering something about 'needing a vacation.' "Please, sit down."

His boss obliged gratefully, seating himself on the black leather armchair in front of his rather, messy desk. If there was one habit that Harry had brought with him from his days at Hogwarts, that would be his habit of strewing things haphazardly almost everywhere – or anywhere for that matter.

"What did you want to talk to me about, sir?" Harry asked pouring his boss a cup of tea.

"Ah yes, about that. I am assigning you on a new task." Mr. Anderson smiled his thanks as Harry handed over the cup of tea. "We have received recent news that a certain wizard is currently in Sunnydale, California, home to the most active Hellmouth. And we have received news that this certain wizard is up to no good."

"A wizard?" Harry echoed. "Who?"

"A man by the name of Caleb Marcus. He was imprisoned in Azkaban several years ago for Necromancy, which is the practice of claiming to foretell the future by alleged communication with the dead. After exactly twenty years of doing his time in Azkaban, he was released, and freed of all charges." Anderson paused to let the information sink in. "And it isn't until now, ten years later, did he resurface. A certain contact of ours has informed us that Marcus is going to summon a demon – some sort of Bringer of Evil."

Harry's eyes grew wide. Bringer of Evil? That almost sounded like another Voldemort.

"Since you're an Auror – the best we've had so far," Harry blushed. "The Ministry of Magic has agreed on sending you to bring back Caleb Marcus, and put a stop to his evil doings. Of course, we wouldn't be sending you alone…"

Harry waited with bated breath for a familiar name. He surely wanted to work with someone who was easy to get along with – someone friendly to be precise.

"We're sending a demon hunter with you. His skills are beyond excellent, and he will, without a doubt, serve superbly in this mission. His abundant knowledge of demons will be deemed ideal for this assignment."

Harry nodded understandingly. He had heard of those people. They were supposed to be very experienced fighters and skilled in their field.

"…his name is Draco Malfoy."

Harry gaped. "You've got to be kidding me!"

…

"You've got to be kidding me!" Draco yelled at his boss. He had just presented his research work a few minutes ago, and had waited for some sort of explanation.

His boss had given him a new assignment which was to go to Sunnydale to bring back a wizard dabbling in the Dark Arts, something Draco knew a thing or two about. He was nearly excited to go complete this newly-appointed task when his boss dropped the bonus on him.

Harry Potter was tagging along for the ride.

His boss gave him an irritated glare. "I am most certainly not kidding, Mr. Malfoy. Now if you may, I have more important work to do. You shall be leaving first thing tomorrow morning, and it will be Muggle style. So dress appropriately, alright?" The elder man did not wait for Draco's response. He spun around in a billow of scarlet robes and disappeared through his office door.

Draco almost wished he was back doing tedious, research work.

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A/N: Well now, tell me what you think and review!