**Draco's POV**

I was trained to be a killer, a cold blooded, merciless killer. My father had exposed me to torture and murder, it was my life but it was never my choice. I lived wanting more, hoping for more. I returned back to my bartending job, with the knowledge that soon I would have to start moving around. Harry Potter's closest friends were scattered, they knew better than to just stay in one place, close to another of their kind. I would have to go to the most remote places and then to the most crowded. You hide better disguised as a sheep. I quit my job three days later and looked out the huge windows in my beloved flat in downtown London for the last time. I loved it too much here and killers never get to love anything. My father had turned me into something I didn't want to be but the instincts, the deep survival inclination was so rooted in my psyche ensured that I could never escape it. I was constantly within the clutches of Voldemort. It was a given, to go against him would be like surrendering my very life that instant. I was nothing but an instrument in the game of war and unfortunately I was on the evil side.

I ended up in the remote ice burgs of Greenland, I was traveling the snow drifts, a team of huskies pulling my sled as I looked toward the horizon. This was where I was sniffing around first because deep in my mind I had overheard a conversation between Harry Potter and Oliver Wood, one of his most dangerous generals and also the easiest of all of them to find. Oliver Wood had always been a recluse, he had extreme charisma but he couldn't stand living around other people. He wanted to be out in the wilderness, he said he would love to go to Greenland given the chance. The Irishman really should have changed his name when he bought his snow mobile up here about three months back. I hope he was enjoying the cold right now because he was going to have to get used to an even bitter cold. I barked a command and the team stopped, I got off and walked up to a patch of trees, deep inside held a cabin, Oliver Wood's current residence. I whispered an incantation so the dogs would stay there, comfortable and quiet. I slowly walked up to the back door and peered in, a roaring fire was in the grate but nothing else indicated that it was recently inhabited. I slowly pushed the door open, it was silent as it swung in easily. I walked in and perked up for any noises. **end Draco POV**

"'Ary, I know I 'ave to be careful. Noh, I know you're jus' lookin' out for me but I can take care of myself," Draco heard Oliver's voice coming from the second story of the cabin. It was grand, beautiful would be the right word with all the finest comforts. He walked in deeper and slowly looked up, barely concealed by the balcony overlooking the cabin. It was open above to look out onto full length windows of the terrain. It was a breathe taking view.

"Noh…don' get mad. You 'ave to trust me mate. I know you want me there now but 've got a sled race tomorrow, I can' just skip out on 'em," he argued. "Wha' you mean they've got an assassin on us now? Dangerous eh? I can take whoever that snake face sends, noh assassin can ge' pas' my defenses," Oliver said smugly.

"Take those words to heart matey," a voice breathed in Draco's ear, he snapped to the side, Oliver was leaning against the pillar right next to where Draco had been standing.

"I knew you wouldn't go down easily," Draco smirked, Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"Didn' think the old fork tongue would send his bes' after lil ole' me," Oliver gestured to him.

"Well Voldemort likes to exterminate efficiently," Draco slowly put his wand back in his sleeve and crossed his arms.

"Noh fight? I thought we'd have a good row before I ge' to kill you," Oliver pushed off from the pillar and started towards Draco.

"Try," Draco challenged, Olive narrowed his eyes at the other.

"Wha' you got up yer sleeve?" He growled, Draco just shook his head, his trademark smirk firmly in place.

"Oliver Wood, the greatest quidditch captain of the gryffindors and to think he's so anti-social," Draco taunted, Wood shrugged, glancing at the grand windows.

"You don' know anything abou' peace," he murmured, Draco wouldn't let the other draw his view away from him, he was smarter than that.

"Look Malfoy, you always were something of a myst'ry to me. You always seemed be'er than those hoosemates of yers," he looked back on the blonde.

"Getting philosophical on me already?" Draco raised an eyebrow, sizing the other up.

"I've 'ad time to," he remarked softly.

"You know I can't let you live. Voldemort has me too deeply in his clutches. If I let you live then nothing will stop him from killing me," Draco murmured, finally seeing Wood for the first time as someone more than a Gryffindor champion.

"We all make sacrifices mate. You've made the mos' as far as we can tell. I know you've been hidin' away from the world as much as we have, away from wha' you've done," Wood let a little bit of disdain flow into his voice towards the end of his comment, Draco blinked.

"I didn't kill him," Draco murmured.

"Dumbledore? Noh…I'm no' talkin' about him. I'm talkin' abou' everyone else," Wood growled, his wand suddenly coming to life, Draco instantly put up a shield against the powerful hex aimed directly at his head. It was hard pressed to get it up before it hit him since they were standing so close together but this was what Wood was after, a surprise hit before he could do anything. What really surprised him was the hex Wood tried to hit him with, it was a paralyzing spell.

"Trying to capture me? I don't think so," Draco growled, slowly moving back from the other.

"You're no' evil Malfoy," Wood argued. "We know wha' you did on th' nigh' Dumbledore was killed, we know you didn' kill 'im," Wood's accent was thickening impossibly more as the Gryffindor put all his focus on the other.

"I've killed many since him and I'm about to do the same for you," Draco growled, pacing predatorily in front of the other like a dangerous panther. It was an old Wizarding gorilla tactic, when in a street fight, a moving target is harder to hit. Only dead men stand still in front of a firing squad.

"Sacrifices Malfoy, all sacrifices you've made," he murmured and threw another hex at the other. Draco blocked it and countered with another, Wood staggered back slightly, shaking his head.

"Power…you've been hidin' it, haven' you?" Wood grinned back, Draco narrowed his eyes at the other. He knew Wood was going to be a challenge but he didn't expect this entire play on wit and words. This argument was getting to him a lot more than anything else and deeper than he wanted to admit.

"Just die," Draco hissed, he pointed his wand at the other without saying anything else, slowly it seemed like ashes were eating it's way up Wood's wand, he dropped it but it was already flowing up his fingers.

"Now tha's a weird feelin'…why don' I feel pain?" He looked up at Draco questioningly.

"You're better than that…you deserve a better death than an agonizing one…I'm sorry," Draco answered as the ashes started eating across Oliver's shoulder and down.

"No!" Wood reached out towards Draco but he stepped back, the other fell, disintegrating into ashes. Draco felt a scream start to rise in his throat, he didn't understand what had happened, what had come out of him and eaten up Oliver. It felt wrong, completely wrong and as he turned away from the ashes he knew it wasn't going to go away. Actual fire started to lick up around the ashes and soon engulf the entire cabin. Draco got out and stared up at the blaze, wondering if Oliver Wood was truly at peace now, he had a sneaking suspicion the other wouldn't rest until the one who guided Draco's hand was gone, until Voldemort was truly dead. Draco knew that Wood wouldn't come after him, the other wasn't about to put blame on an instrument. Draco gathered up the reins to his dog team, getting out of there as soon as he could.

TBC