When Voldemort was officially proclaimed alive and active once more by former minister, Cornelius Fudge, the wizarding world went into a state of chaos. In response to this the hard-as-nails new minister of magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, brought back an old system of law and order that dated back to the golden age of wizardry: the bounty hunters. Draco Malfoy, who has betrayed Voldemort after his father and mother are murdered, now is a licensed bounty hunter employed by the Ministry of Magic. This is his story. . .

WANTED

Fenrir Greyback

20,000 Galleons for successful capture

As always, you get only half of that if you fail to bring the bounty head in alive.

Draco Malfoy stood in the middle of the Atrium of the Headquarters of the Ministry of Magic staring at the huge poster of the man he knew was personally responsible for the death of his father and mother. The wolf-like face of Fenrir Greyback grinned almost shyly at him from above and hatred flared up from the pit of Malfoy's stomach. Although it didn't show on his face, he was disgusted by him. He sighed a bit and took out a cigarette from inside his coat.

Draco was dressed quite differently from the rest of the wizards at the Ministry of Magic. He wore a gray suit and tie, covered by a tan trench coat and a black Fedora hat, which he often kept low to hide his face, and shiny black shoes. Malfoy carried two wands. He kept his own in his pocket and the other hidden inside one of his trench coats outside pockets. He also had taped under the hem of his pants a switchblade, whose former owner was a muggle tourist on holiday in Scotland, where Malfoy murdered him when he was a Death Eater. Finally, Malfoy's last and most prized weapon besides his own wand, was something that looked like a cane but actually was a sword. The hilt of the sword was decorated by a golden snake that you gripped when you drew the sword, while the blade was encased in a sheath of rosewood . It might seem silly that a wizard would need a sword but it saved Malfoy's life on his first bounty. Malfoy carried this in addition to his own wand almost everywhere he went.

Malfoy lit his cigarette after putting it in his mouth and blew a few puffs when suddenly a stern voice came out across the hall.

"Hey you!" shouted the voice. The man came storming across the hall towards him, his feet echoing across the floor.

"Oh please God no..." muttered Draco, "Not this guy."

Percy Weasley marched over to Draco, his face as red as his hair, and said quite loudly, "What do you think you're doing? Do you know what place this is? There is no smoking in here! Please go outside before I..." Percy froze as he recognized the cold, pale face of Draco Malfoy. Malfoy turned to him calmly, took a long drag from his cigarette and blew smoke in his face. Percy turned away gagging.

"Get lost, Weasel." Draco said and turned around. A few seconds after, Malfoy took the cigarette from his mouth, turned to Percy and gave him his trademark sneer. Malfoy started to walk away but suddenly Percy was chasing after him with his wand.

"How dare you--you--BASTARD!" he shouted his face contorted in rage.

The whole Atrium turned around to look at him, but before Percy could utter a spell, Malfoy turned around so fast and slashed his wand upward, sending Percy flying right into the fountain. Percy slumped back against the wizard statue's leg and fell unconscious. Half a dozen wizards ran over to Percy and helped him out of the pond.

Malfoy smirked at his handy work and turned around sharply, walking at a quick pace to the other end of the Atrium. But just before he was about to turn the door, Kingsley Shacklebolt's deep voice shouted after him. Malfoy turned around to face Shacklebolt and said "He was going to curse me first. I really had no choice."

"However" said Draco with a smirk beginning to form on his face, "at least that Percy is more gutsy then his pathetic father, though that really wouldn't be saying much I suppose," Draco laughed and walked out the door with the whole Atrium silent and staring at him. Shacklebolt was dumbstruck and stared at Malfoy, along with all the other people in the Atrium, with deep loathing. After a moment, the wizards and witches in the Atrium went about what they were doing before. Shacklebolt started to head up to his office, when he met Tonks going up.

"Oh, hello Nymphadora." said Shacklebolt smiling as Tonks came forward to greet him, smiling. However, at hearing him use her given name, Nymphadora, Tonks threw him an exasperated look.

"Honestly Kingsley, why do you insist on calling me Nymphadora?

Everyone calls me Tonks."

"Well I don't know... Nymphadora is such a lovely name," Shacklebolt said teasingly.

"Oh please, Shacklebolt, spare me." said Tonks sounding exasperated but smiling anyways.

Shacklebolt sighed. "Can you believe that Malfoy kid?" he asked, "Am I the only one who finds it hard to believe that Malfoy was able to convince people that he was under the Imperius Curse the whole time?"

"Well," Tonks commented thoughtfully, "His father was a great Occlumens. I think it might be possible that he passed on his skills to young Draco so that he could lie to the mind probers. Of course, Draco did inherit quite a bit of money when his parents were killed. Maybe he bribed them."

"I'm sure Rufus wouldn't mind a few extra coins in his pocket." Kingsley muttered. "Oh well, not like we should really make this into a big deal."

Shacklebolt and Tonks talked a bit about more cheerful news as they arrived back at the Auror offices and went separate ways soon afterwards.

'That Malfoy' thought Shacklebolt, 'Will he be the end of us?' But soon he dismissed all ideas of a possible betrayal on Malfoy's part and went back to his usual business.

thought Shacklebolt, ' But soon he dismissed all ideas of a possible betrayal on Malfoy's part and went back to his usual business.

Draco stepped out of the Atrium no longer laughing. He gazed around at his surroundings, a deserted hallway. He threw down his cigarette and stomped on it a few times, snuffing it out. . He then took out an address book, scanning the names and muttering to himself. Finally, Malfoy found the name and address he was looking for 32 Chimp Street. Crabbe's apartment. Malfoy smiled as he remembered the stupid gorilla. 'I guess it's about time I should drop in on an old friend.' he thought.

But as he was about to apparate into Crabbe's apartment, a voice cheerfully said "Hello, Draco."

Draco turned around quickly to see who it was and his face fell. "I don't want to talk to you. Go away."

Ivan Rove smiled at him despite Draco's reaction at his appearance.

"What is with you, man? Surely you're not still bitter about when I beat you to that last bounty we went after?" his smiled widened mockingly.

"That has nothing to do with it." muttered Draco looking at him with great animosity. "If you're trying to provoke me, I should caution you. You will be looking up at me from the ground in a matter of seconds. I thought that when I made an example of Percy Weasley, you would've known to keep your distance."

"Well I don't know about that," laughed Ivan, "but I'm not trying to make you angry. I was just wondering if you had any leads on that Fenrir Greyback bounty."

Draco couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. "You're asking me for leads now?" whispered Draco menacingly. "Even if I had some, I would be damned if I shared them with the likes of you!"

Ivan started to laugh but Draco had already turned and started to walk away. He had enough of Ivan Rove for one day. Malfoy took out his wand and closed his eyes. 'Now' thought Draco 'to business,' and with a small pop, Malfoy disapparated from the Ministry of Magic.

Malfoy appeared right at Crabbe's front door. He heard what seemed to sound like shouting coming from the inside. Malfoy stepped up cautiously to the door and opened it. He walked inside the apartment and walked slowly to where he heard the noises coming from. Soon the sounds became clearer. He heard a woman moaning as if in agony. 'Coming from the bedroom' thought Draco quickly. Draco stepped promptly over to the bedroom door and swung it open quickly.

Draco stared in horror at was he saw. A huge, hairy ass was facing Draco practically jumping up and down on a bed while a girl was yelled "Oh God, oh god. . .yes. . .yes. . .YES. . .YES. . ."

Draco dropped his wand in horror and exclaimed , "Oh for heavens sake man!"

Crabbe apparently heard him and got up quickly, covering his privates with his blanket while the pretty girl whom Crabbe was engaging in (ahem) intercourse with, sat quietly stunned on the bed, completely naked. Draco smiled at her, gave a little wave and said "Hi there."

The girl screamed loudly, leaped off the bed, and ran past Draco into the bathroom shutting and locking the door.

Draco looked around at her as her butt swerved the corner. He looked wide eyed at Crabbe grinning.

"Now that is fine!" shouted Draco, "I would LOVE to ride that. Where did a fat lug like you find a girl like that?"

Crabbe muttered something that sounded like, "None of your business" Apparently, even after all these years, Crabbe was still intimidated by him.

"Excuse me?" said Draco sneering. "What did you say?"

"Nothin'," said Crabbe softly. "Why are you here?"

"What if I said I was just dropping in on an old friend?" asked Malfoy innocently.

"I wouldn't believe you." said Crabbe with a bit more conviction.

Draco was taken aback by both his honesty and his intelligence; however he recovered himself quickly and smiled at him again. "And you would be very much correct." replied Draco. "Look, I need information."

Crabbe looked nervous but he nodded silently and waited for Draco to speak again.

"I need to find Fenrir Greyback."

Crabbe seemed to jump several feet in the air at hearing that name. He looked nervously at Malfoy and tried to answer in a would-be casual voice.

"Huh? I dunno a-a-a-anything about a Fenrir Greyback. Why ask me?"

Draco laughed scathingly. "You are a very, very bad liar. I don't need to be a Legilimens to know a liar when I see one." Draco sighed and looked around at the bathroom door and saw the now dressed girl spying on them. When she met Draco's eyes, she jumped and pulled her head back in. Draco looked back at Crabbe.

"Okay. I don't really want to hear any of this bullshit lying of yours. I know your Dad has been in contact with Greyback. Either you help me out or I kill you and the girl. I have a grudge with him and however you might fear Greyback, I will make it much worse for you. Now tell me everything you know."

After a thorough interrogation that lasted at least a half an hour,

Draco Malfoy stepped outside of Crabbe's apartment feeling somewhat satisfied. Taking out another cigarette, Draco considered what Crabbe had told him.

Crabbe had spilled his guts easily enough because Crabbe knew in his heart that he was no match for Draco Malfoy. Apparently, Fenrir had gotten on the wrong side of Voldemort and had fled to his old village in Tarrytown, where he currently resided and passed the time by murdering people, whether by full moon or otherwise. 'Fenrir was stupid,' thought Draco. Voldemort had just recently discovered this and was sending Death Eaters to kill Fenrir tonight! 'Which means' thought Draco grimly 'I'm going to be up against Death Eaters as well, and Fenrir is not going to be a push over.' The grim reality of this fact etched over Malfoy's face, which was a mixture of disgust and fear. Malfoy actually felt very much like wanting to give up and go home; but then Draco remembered his parents screaming as the wolf form of Fenrir ripped them to pieces.

Making his decision, Malfoy prepared to disapparate to Tarrytown when suddenly someone shouted "Expelliarmus!" Malfoy, who was caught completely unawares, was thrown back and slammed his back hard on the stoop of Crabbe's apartment building. Draco felt a sharp pain in his back and yelled out in anguish.

"Get up, you pathetic boy," said a scathing voice. "Get up and face me."

Through Draco's blurry vision, he could see Severus Snape standing over him with his trademark scowl on his face.

"Get up!" shouted Snape again angrily. "Has all I ever been able to teach you as a Death Eater was how to take a fall? Now get up and face me."

Draco's eyes widened as a sudden, unpleasant thought passed through his mind. 'Oh God . . . it's Snape. . .I'm gonna die. . .I've broken my back. . .I can't get up. . .I'm a dead man.'

As if reading his mind, Snape said again a bit more calmly "Draco, get up. If the Dark Lord wanted you dead, I would've killed you already. Get up."

Realizing this fact, Draco struggled to get on his two feet, almost falling over again , and stood up to face Severus Snape, the man who killed Albus Dumbledore.

"So what does the Dark Lord want from me then?" said Draco trying his best not to sound afraid.

"The Dark Lord would like to offer a deal with you." Replied Snape swiftly.

"Really?" said Malfoy not daring to believe him for a second. "And what would that be?"

Snape read his mind and smiled slightly. "The Dark Lord offers you mercy. He understands that you fear retribution from betraying him, and rightly so, but that he can sympathize and asks that you return to him on the one condition that you never pledge loyalty to the Ministry of Magic ever again. Now let's go."

Snape started to turn but when he saw that Draco wasn't following him, he turned back around and asked. "What? Are you going to refuse His generous offer? The Dark Lord is offering you mercy, don't you get it? You! He's offering YOU mercy! This is definitely a chance you should not miss out on. Will you accept his offer?"

Draco Malfoy bit his lip. He was frightened beyond belief, and half of him wished that he could rejoin his former master, but the other half of him still hoped for revenge against Fenrir.

"And. . . What if I say no?" asked Draco Malfoy carefully.

"Do you?" asked Snape in a mildly interested voice. He smirked evilly and took out his wand, pointing at Draco's chest. "I'm going to make this easy for you. Either you come with me or I kill you now. Choose."

Malfoy's thoughts completely vanished as the situation began to sink into his mind. There was Snape, standing with a wand pointed directly at his chest, threatening to kill him. 'Fuck . . . I don't have a choice anymore.'

Malfoy hesitated and then let out a deep sigh. "Ok then. . .I'll come back with you."

Snape looked at Malfoy again, smirked and uttered, "Well lucky for you, we're going to kill Fenrir so now you don't have to get yourself killed."

Malfoy walked stunned two paces behind Snape until suddenly he felt the Dark Mark burning on his skin.

"That's the signal, Draco. We're apparating to Tarrytown."

And with hardly a pop at all, Snape disappeared. Malfoy considered running away now that Snape was gone, but upon realizing how absurdly easy it was for Snape to find him he resigned himself to his fate and disapparated.

"Welcome back, Draco." said Bellatrix menacingly as Draco apparated next to her. Draco looked around. Surrounding them was beautiful and scenic mountain countryside of lush green fields and a shallow, lazy stream ran into the valley that sat beside them. Draco did not have time to appreciate the beauty of the place because immediately in front of him were about ten Death Eaters looking at him with hatred. Draco did not expect a warm welcome, but it was still very scary to have Death Eaters mad at you, no matter what the circumstance. About eighmeters in front of them was a hut which Draco assumed belonged to Fenrir.

"Don't worry, boy," barked a Death Eater who Draco did not recognize "You won't have to worry about us killing you. Let's just get this over with."

"Shut up." whispered Snape sharply. Snape looked around quickly and motioned for the Death Eaters to move forward. They all moved quickly towards the hut and surrounded it quickly. Snape was closest to the door but pointed at Draco and then jerked his head towards the door. Draco looked around, stupidly and pointed to himself as if to say 'me?'

Snape didn't say anything but he looked a bit frustrated as he pointed at Draco again and then pointed towards the door with a jerk. When Draco hesitated again, Snape sighed and took out his wand. Draco saw this and jumped walking towards the front of the door. He pointed his wand to the door and said clearly, "Alohomora!"

As soon as the door flew open, no less then six wizards jumped out of his Fenrir's hut and attacked the Death Eaters. The first of Fenrir's men threw a spell at Draco but he dodged it and threw one of his own back. The wizard fell to the ground but another wizard pointed his wand over his companions shoulder and this time Draco could not dodge or block it and was thrown back a few feet. The same wizard that hit Draco turned his back unwisely from him and began fighting the other Death Eaters. Draco got up quickly and pointed his wand at the wizard so that he could curse him but then he noticed Fenrir Greyback, laughing at the Death Eaters his raspy voice yelling taunts. Six of the Death Eaters had gone down. Fenrir's troop was winning and soon the surviving Death Eaters disapparated, leaving Draco alone.

'Aw shit . . . I,' thought Draco, 'I gotta get the f--'

Draco was hit by a spell from another wizard and he cried out before he fell down and went unconscious.

Draco woke up. His eyes were blurry but after a few moments he realized where he was. He was inside the hut and there was Fenrir himself smiling at him pleasantly. However his voice did not sound as pleasant as his smile would have otherwise appeared when he spoke saying "I'm going to eat you boy."

"AAAAAAAAAH!" Draco screamed. He scrambled on all fours towards the other side of the hut away from Fenrir but another wizard was there and he kicked Malfoy in the face.

"Death Eater scum," said the wizard with hatred. Draco's head ached with pain now and he fell on his back

"What a brilliant plan of yours!" remarked Greyback hoarsely. "You figured that I would just wait here all by myself and allow you to just march in here and destroy me? Did you not think that I wouldn't have werewolves still loyal to me and my cause? Hmm . . . but you don't look like much of Death Eater in that get up."

"What cause was that?" Draco asked sneering as he thought 'I'm gonna die. . .I'm gonna die. . .I'm gonna die.'

Fenrir Greyback was now making a speech to his fellow werewolves as a reply but Draco wasn't paying attention. 'Wait as second,' he thought 'I can't die. If I die, it's all over. I'll never get my revenge.'

Suddenly upon thinking this, Draco gained his courage back. 'I can't die! I must live! I'll kill him! I'll kill them all! Those filthy werewolves!'

Fenrir was no longer paying attention to him as he kept talking about his cause and neither were the rest of the werewolves. Draco slipped his hand inside the hem of his pants and took a hold of his switchblade played and gently flicked it open with a click. With his left and he took the switchblade and with his right hand he took out his wand from inside his other sleeve.

"Time to die, you God damn werewolf!" shouted Draco with warrior's rage. The werewolf behind him looked at him surprised but then pointed his wand at him. Draco stuck the blade into the werewolf's knee as he got up and four spells shot towards Draco. He deflected one and the werewolf he stabbed died as the other spells missed him and instead killed the werewolf.

"Get him!" said Fenrir as loud as an old werewolf could shout. "Get him!" Draco dove behind an armchair, and a werewolf came directly in front of him and shot a spell in his direction.

Draco ran quickly towards the werewolf deflecting the spell with his wand and drawing his cane sword that was hidden in his trench coat and slashed upwards. The werewolf screamed and fell to the floor ,bleeding. The other werewolf, seeing his fallen comrades ran out the door. The door slammed behind them and Fenrir growled with malice at his fleeing comrade.

Draco stood over him and took up his saber that was in his right hand over his left shoulder and brought it down making a nice swishing noise as he did it.

"It's just you and me now, Fenrir," Draco said sneering.

Fenrir yelled with fury and lunged at him with neither a wand nor any other type of weapon. Draco shot a spell at him but it bounced off Fenrir's body.

'Huh?' thought Draco as Fenrir leaped towards him, his mouth wide open ready to sink his teeth into Draco's body.

"Sectusempra!" Draco shouted but in his panic, the spell missed Fenrir and he landed on top of Draco. Draco dropped his saber and his wand and so tried to kick him but Fenrir was on top of him and was holding him down with overpowering strength. Draco struggled as hard as he could but he could not get up.

"You're out of tricks now, boy." said Fenrir smiling widely showing his yellow teeth that were stained with blood.

"Not quite" said Draco smiling back at Fenrir.

Fenrir was taken aback at Draco's defiance and Draco took advantage of this. He used his knuckles to punch Fenrir sharply in the throat, who doubled back. Then Draco threw himself from Fenrir, picked up his wand and shouted with triumphant "Avada Kendavra!"

Fenrir gazed at Draco hopelessly and he died looking that way as a jet of green light came out of Draco's wand. Fenrir crumpled down and he died instantly.

Draco stood there stunned for a moment. He was breathing very heavily and sat down for a moment to recover him. When he was done, he walked over to Fenrir's dead body and kicked it hard as a farewell. He spent about ten minutes more scavenging the dead bodies for anything that could help him but found nothing. He saw the werewolf he stabbed and jerked the knife out of his knee. Draco took off the werewolf's shirt from his dead body and used it to wipe his knife and sword clean. He put his switchblade in his pocket and his sword back inside the disguised cane-like sheath and held it in his left hand. He also swept on his Fedora hat, which had fallen off after Fenrir jumped on him. Draco also went through Fenrir's body and he did find his own wand and a couple of sickles. He kept the wand in his hand and put the sickles in his pocket. Then he went to the empty fireplace, threw in some Floo Powder and called the Ministry of Magic for assistance.

Malfoy sat down on the armchair and waited patiently for the Ministry of Magic representatives to come. After a few minutes, to his surprise, he heard a few soft pops outside the hut and two Ministry of Magic Aurors burst inside the hut; Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks.

Draco couldn't help but smile as Kingsley Shacklebolt looked at him in horror and then looked at the dead bodies of Fenrir and two of the werewolves.

"You did this?" asked Kingsley. His voice was a pitch higher then usual which represented his utter astonishment.

"That's right," smiled Draco. "I killed all of them and the Death Eaters outside. Apparently Fenrir betrayed Voldemort and I ran into a couple of Death Eaters on their way to murder him. Now about the reward. . ."

"For that you will have to see the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." responded Kingsley, his eyes still gazing at the now dead Fenrir Greyback.

"Then I'll just leave." said Draco swiftly.

"Just a moment." said Kingsley sharply.

"Ugh. What is it?" asked Draco in mock exasperation.

Kingsley looked up at Draco with some surprise lined in his face. "You know, Greyback killed a lot of Aurors."

"Yeah? So what?" asked Draco without any respect. Kingsley ignored the slight.

"So, I'm just saying, not many people could have done this. It's amazing."

Draco smirked to himself and stood up. "Well, it's my job. Just remember that whenever you need something done right."

And with one last smile he apparated back to the Ministry of Magic to collect his reward.