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Draco Malfoy had found his father's Death Eater Regalia when he was seven. It hadn't been all THAT difficult, though it HAD been under lock and key. He still remembered tracing the white mask - not daring to put it on, but thinking of the feeling of deindividuated power. He'd fled before his Mum could catch him (he'd been wise enough to not do this while his father was home).

He was short, for fourteen. He looked at himself in the mirror, wondering for a mad second if he ought to black his hair. No, that wasn't the point.

Let them know he was coming. Let them fear.

The Trace for Underage Students office of the Ministry was normally a quite boring place to work. It was particularly dull on the witches shift, and it was almost the Witching hour. Miss Beverly read a romance novel, rather than anything more intellectually demanding, and she looked up at the map only occasionally. Generally students didn't misbehave, and when they did, it was often because they'd forgot. You know, an accio or a lumos in a Muggle Area. Bev didn't even need to clean up the Muggles, just slap the child on the wrist.

She glanced up at the map on the wall, and dropped her book. Deep blue - that was a memory spell. She started to reach for a bookmark, already planning to floo over and deliver a stern warning, when she glanced again at the map - emerald green. Bev dropped her book. Avada Kedavra. This was suddenly a matter for the Aurors. As she fled the room, the map lit up two more locations. Emerald green.

Draco Malfoy had saved the Gryffindors for last. He knew Luna was here, hiding in the shadows. He'd needed to move quickly at first - Ravenclaws, and then Hufflepuffs. The Aurors would be spending hours getting information out of spotty minds. With luck, it would take them more hours to notice it was more than one or three Muggleborns. Draco Malfoy wasn't worried about them catching up to him. He'd committed enough crimes in the past three hours to have the entire Auror Force busy trying to solve them for a full year. All he needed to do was be clean.

Dennis Creevey stood there, with his brother Colin Creevey. They both had firm jaws, and wands out. Good lads, Draco thought approvingly. They knew what a Death Eater looked like.

"You're in danger," Draco said.

"From who? You?!" Dennis spat. Draco did not respond. It was possibly above a Gryffindor's level of intellect, that if Draco had wanted them dead, they'd be dead.

"Your parents cannot even defend themselves." Draco said, turning the conversation a little.

"Don't you hurt my parents!" Dennis said, little hands in fists by his side, and his face turning as red as the Weasel's.

"I am here to offer you sanctuary." Draco Malfoy said, "If you choose to accept it, I can ensure your parents will not be harmed, over the course of the war." Not strictly true, but his actions today would ensure they wouldn't be targeted.

"Why should we believe you?" Colin said, his body trying to shield his brother without being too overt about it.

"I'm not sure you have any choice." Draco Malfoy said. He smiled behind the mask, "You haven't even figured out who I am." Their silence spoke volumes. Not Slytherin then, pity.

"Why shouldn't we just call the cops? Or Aurors?" Colin asked.

"Because they don't know what's coming. I do. I've been hearing stories all my life." Draco Malfoy smiled cruelly, "And, Gryffindors, your wands may make the difference." Draco had spat the house name like a curse.

Dennis, who knew he was much smaller than this man in black, asked quietly, "What will you do to our parents? What's going to happen to us?"

"Your parents will be obliviated." Draco said, "They'll have a false memory implanted in them, of me arriving and striking you both dead via the Avada Kedavra."

"Why?" Colin asked, "Can't you just leave them alone?"

"If there's any hint that you aren't dead, that they might have some use as bargaining chips, they'll be targets." Malfoy said sternly, "Yes, they'll weep and grieve. But they'll be alive to do it."

Dennis, "And us?"

"As safe as I'll be - safer maybe, assuming my plans work out. You'll both come with me. We will find you new identities, as your current ones will have expired."

"Like a spy!" Colin said, his eyes lighting up - not with Gryffindor excitement, but with a far more Slytherin curiousity.

"Will you come with me?" Draco Malfoy asked kindly. He rarely used that tone, but it was appropriate here. He wanted as many children as possible to come cooperatively. Actually kidnapped children were notoriously uncooperative.

"You promise you won't hurt us or our parents?"

"I do."

[a/n: By the time Bev gets back, there's already 5 glowing green dots. In case it's not clear, the map lights up with the strongest spell cast by someone Underage.

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