Story Disclaimer: All characters involved in the Harry Potter series do not belong to me. They belong to J.k. Rowling, just like they did when I put a disclaimer in the last chapter. Surprise. Surprise. I don't think so. Anyway, enjoy the newest addition to the story...

Chapter Three

Selene sat alone in her bedroom, located on the second story of Kardis Estate, her dark eyes fixed on the window, plastered at the moment with the torrents of rain falling from the cloud-filled sky. She was seated on the queen-sized bed in the center of the left wall, her back pressed against the array of pillows behind her, her legs stretched out before her across the green and silver satin blankets.

"I have to work with that git on such a mission? He failed in his own, so how can I be so sure he will cause me to fail in my task of going after Harry Potter." She stood from her bed, her black-socked feet sinking inito the grey carpet of the floor as she did so, "I will not allow him to cause me to fail. I will not disappoint the Dark Lord..." She murmured, looking down as something rubbed against her leg.

It was a small kitten with a long, grey furr coat and large, bright blue eyes. Shaking her head, Selene knelt and lifted the animal into her arms, a soft sigh escaping her lips, "Saphira... What am I going to do about him? This is sure to be a disaster..."

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small pop, and the arrival of a small elf in her room, holding a piece of rolled up parchment in his hand, large eyes fixed on Selene, "Miss Kardis. I've been sent by Mister Draco Malfoy. He has a message for you, Ma'am..." He offered her the parchment, bowing out of respect as he did so.

Glaring down at the elf, Selene snatched the parchment from his hands, letting Saphira back to the ground. Snapping the parchment open, Selene let's out a little growl of displeasure, "I don't believe this..." Was all she could say as her eyes scanned the paper. When she'd finished, her hands clenched, balling the paper into a ball and tossing it aside, "Tell Mister Draco Malfoy that I will meet with him. But, it will be here. Tomorrow at three. Can you do that?" She demanded, looking down at the elf, who only nodded before disappearing with another soft pop and a puff of smoke.

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Draco's steely grey eyes looked up from the book open on his lap when the house elf, Dennie, reappeared in the sitting room of Malfoy Manor, and a smirk appeared on the boy's face, "Well, do you have a reply for me, Dennie?" He demanded, snapping his book closed and standing from his chair.

Cowering slightly when the young master stood, Dennie nodded, "Yes, Sir... She says she will meet with you, but it will not be here. She wishes for you to come to Kardis Estate tomorrow afternoon at three. She will not come here..." He said this all reluctantly, fearing Draco's wrath, but surprise seeped into his eyes as Draco left the room, not so much as raising a hand to the cowardly house elf.

'She won't come here, will she?' He chuckled slightly to himself at the thought, flicking a strand of blonde hair from his eyes, 'Fine, Miss Kardis. We'll play this your way. For now. But, I will not allow you to hinder me in my task, nor will you hold me back from proving my loyalty to the Dark Lord. I messed up with Dumbledore, but I will not do so, again. Potter is mine.'

With this last thought, the boy stopped before one of the many closed doors of the Manor, and lifted her fist, knocking on the door once. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed it open, and stepped inside, his eyes landing on his father, Lucius Malfoy, sitting behind his desk.

"Yes, Draco? What is it, now? Have you heard back from the message you sent to that Kardis girl?" He didn't even look up as he spoke, scribbling something onto a piece of parchment with a black quill, his clouded eyes fixed on his work, "If you have nothing to say to me, boy, then stop wasting my time..." He added, finally looking up.

Draco shook his head and frowned, "Stop calling me 'boy,' for the the last time, Father. I am seventeen years old. Certainly not a boy, anymore. As a matter of face, I have heard back from Miss Kardis. She wishes for me to meet with her tomorrow at three, at Kardis Estate. So, I will not be around if you should need me tomorrow afternoon. I've decided I will accept this, and go to speak with her on some sort of plan. We must get started right away on our task, lest we anger the Dark Lord..."

Lucius looked up at this and sneered, an amused glint in his otherwise stoic expression, "Yes, wouldn't want to anger him any further, would you, Draco? Make sure that you do not disgrace our family anymore. I won't stand for it, and neither will the Dark Lord. Now, leave me so I may continue my work." With this, he looked back down and began scribbling again, clearly dismissing Draco from his presense.

An angry scowl formed on Draco's lips as he glared over at his father. Knowing better than to argue, though, he turned and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him, making sure the sound reverberated throughout the first floor of the Manor.

'He's already forgotten about his own mistakes. He was the one to get the other Death Eater's caught at the Department of Mysteries. He has no right to criticize me, or what I do...' Draco stomped up the stairs and towards his own room, wrenching this open as well and slamming it shut once he was inside.

Watching the rain for a moment, Draco leaned against his closed door, arms folded over his chest, "Well, tomorrow, we'll see how well this little arrangement is going to work out. Maybe she'll prove useful in my attempts to win back Voldemort's faith in me, and I will no longer have to hear of Father's disapproval..." He looked down at his arm, pushing back the sleeve on his left, revealing the Dark Mark, the same one that girl had received right after Draco and his father had arrived the night before.

He ran his fingers over the mark, before pushing his sleeve back down. His father's disapproval, the main thing that drove Draco to receive that mark, the mark that had gotten him into plenty of trouble over the past year. The assignment of getting the Death Eater's into the school, and then disposing of Dumbledore had been difficult enough, and now he was being sent after Harry Potter.

Straightening himself, Draco pushed this thought from his mind, narrowed eyes at the rain-soaked window, "No matter. You'd better watch yourself, Potter. This time I have a new target. You..."

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Author's Ending Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I know I got a review from one of my reader's asking me to make my chapters longer. I think I should be able to manage that one for the next chapter. So, I'll see what I can do, and I hope you enjoyed this one. Don't forget to review my darling readers. See you next time.