Hello dear readers. This was not a request. It's me putting out a Drabble style prologue for something that is coming as a WIP.

Dramione Crime AU. Draco Malfoy is a hitman. Hermione has not made an appearance.

November 2nd, 2012

Godric's Hollow

Poised on a roof across from the quaint, brick two story, he lifted the cigarette to his lips. Balancing it while he flipped the lighter closed, tucking it into his pocket, he watched the boy carefully. He wasn't home alone. From what he'd witnessed over the last two days, he was rarely left alone. Perhaps his aunt feared he would kill himself so he could join his parents, the man wasn't sure.

It was how he would have felt if he'd watched his parents systematically gunned down in the center of London after a school event. Oh, he knew all about the boy's life, of how he had lived in this house for the last fifteen years, of how his father was an established police officer who kept digging into the criminal underground despite being warned of what would happen.

One might say the married couple earned what they got, but he wasn't sure they were the sort who earned to be filled full of holes. Exhaling smoke, he glanced down at the black, zippered bag. It was nestled in the snow, a heavy weight against his boot. It would have only taken a moment to pull the rifle from it, to move into position, and only a breath to pull the trigger that he was so used to.

Flicking the ash off the end of the cigarette, he shook his head. Riddle was a smart man, and while his followers weren't the brightest, he sincerely doubted this boy had gotten a good look at the gunman.

Still, a hit was a hit, and if it ever got out he had even thought of faking results, the outcome would be disastrous. Yet here he stood, surely the first Malfoy in a century to waver in the face of a job.

Grimacing, he knocked the toe of his boot against the bricks, the snow crunching beneath him. Maybe the boy wasn't much younger than him, but he'd seen the papers. Fuck, the entire city had published an article over it.

Death Eater Task Force Lead James Potter, and wife, Lily Potter slain.

Or the one that caught his attention in the first place: Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived.

From birth, from a young age Malfoy had known what his life would be spent doing. Murder for hire, carrying out hits for high profile targets.

And this child didn't compare to those. Sighing, and smashing the cigarette below his boot, he hauled the bag over his shoulder. "This will be a hell of a cover up." He muttered to himself, making his way to the ladder.

And Draco Malfoy knew Tom Riddle would have his head if he ever discovered what he had done.