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Ginny Potter smiled as she entered Hermione's office. Her brunette friend had sent her a quick note asking if she could come and see at her office. Though the note was short and to the point, the red head had a feeling that it had to do with her friend's sudden disappearance the night of the ball.

Hermione had her head down signing through a stack of parchments. She heard Ginny enter and quickly signed off the last report she had read and looked up.

"Hey Gin."

"Hey Mione." Ginny smiled

"Please have a seat."

Ginny sat down and waited.

"So you know how a couple of weeks ago we had that talk." Hermione began

Ginny nodded.

"Well I've started seeing her." The brunette rushed

"And she is the reason why you left the ball unannounced?" Ginny grinned

"Yes"

"I knew it!" Ginny exclaimed "I knew she was there that night. I could tell by the change in your attitude!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. Trust her sharp eyed red headed friend to watch her every move at that ball.

"And you took her home didn't you?" Ginny queried

"Why would you need to know that?"

"Because when you have a boring married life like mine, everyone else's love life seems more exciting." Ginny said dryly. "More especially if it involves my husband's best friend and the mother of his former enemy."

Hermione looked at Ginny sharply

"What? You think that I didn't pick up on the looks you were giving her?" Ginny asked. "I saw the way you looked at Narcissa, Mione, and I knew straight away that it was her you were after."

Hermione's eyes widened. This was not the way she had planned on telling Ginny about Narcissa.

"It help that I already knew she was unhappy in her marriage." Ginny continued. "I even remembered that you two had worked alongside each other. But I didn't put the clues together until I saw her walk out on to the balcony not long after you went out there."

Hermione looked at her friend and hoped to Merlin that she would not be disgusted with her.

"Everything was put together." Ginny looked across at her shocked friend. "Your hesitance in wanting her, how she wanted to ruin her husband and why Kingsley warned you not to go there with her."

"Yes" Hermione whispered.

"But I don't care Mione." Ginny said carefully. "You are my friend and if she's the one you get all hot and bothered over, then I'm happy for you."

Hermione smiled

"And I'm not in the position to judge her, seeing as though she did save my husband."

Hermione grinned this time.

"Oh, Gin" She started "You don't know how relieved I am that you don't hate me! Just please don't tell Harry until I do."

Ginny shook her head and laughed "Of course I don't hate you, you idiot. And I promise I won't tell Harry, but you will have to tell him soon."

"Yeah, I have him coming here in an hour." Hermione winced. "I need to tell him before I go."

"Before you go where?"

"South America" Hermione confirmed. "I don't know how long we will be gone for, so I figured it would be better if Harry knew where I was, just in case something happens and we are needed here."

Something wasn't making sense to Ginny. Firstly, the only time Hermione travelled with other people was at the beginning of the war when her, Harry and Ron went looking for horcruxes. After that and even after she landed her job she never took anyone else with her.

"Who is going with you?" Ginny asked

"You have to promise that you do not tell anyone." Hermione said seriously. "You can talk about it with Harry, if my existence hasn't been eradicated from his mind, after what I'm about to tell him. But you two cannot tell anyone else."

Ginny frowned

"I mean it Ginny." Hermione carried on. "Kingsley will hand my arse to me if he finds out that I've taken Narcissa on a mission with me."

"Woah!" Ginny quickly stood "You're actually going to take her with you?"

Hermione nodded "Yes, as I said I don't know how long it will take and…"

"You don't want to leave her." Ginny finished the sentence for Hermione

"Yes" Hermione said quietly

Ginny sat back down and folded her hands in her lap. She un folded them and then looked up at Hermione. Out of all of the years she had known the brunette, she knew Hermione was never the type to compromise her work for love. Even after Ron, Ginny didn't even know what Hermione's love life was like. The brunette had kept that part of her life private. Now that she knew that her friend was bisexual, she understood why.

That was until now, that she was taking Narcissa to South America with her. There must be something that the ex-wife of a former death eater, had over Hermione.

"So you two are together now?"

Hermione nodded feeling uncomfortable.

"See I told you." Ginny reminded her friend.

"Told me what?"

"That you will fall for her"

Hermione shifted in her seat "I wouldn't quite put it that way. We only started seeing each other a couple of days ago."

"But that doesn't mean to say that you're not falling for her." Ginny countered. "She has been driving you mad for a while. And from what I can tell just shagging her wasn't enough for you."

Hermione had to admit that her red headed friend had a point. That night they slept together wasn't enough for her. Usually it was with any of the lovers she had in the past. Perhaps it was different this time because she had been around the blonde when the pureblood's life was about to change. Or maybe it was the fact that there was so much tension between them, she didn't realise she was slowly being towed away from the Hermione Granger she used to be. She used to find it easy just having casual sex and then leaving without so much as a goodbye.

Now it was different. Sure, she got a bit carried away when she told Narcissa that she would ruin Blaise if she ever found out they had slept together. But she meant it. For some unknown reason she felt that Narcissa was hers. There was no other way explaining it. It was simple, Narcissa was hers, not Lucius', nor Blaise's, hers. And whether Kingsley liked it or not, it was staying that way.

Hermione looked at her friend and did not reply.

"I guess that shut you up" Ginny laughed. "The famous Hermione Jean Granger, hasn't got a comeback, or at least an admission."

"Oh shut up"

"That's all you have to say" Ginny teased "Oh, the eloquence of your words"

Hermione grinned

"So if you're leaving tomorrow and if things go well with Harry, why don't you and Narcissa have dinner with us tonight?" Ginny asked

"Yeah, sure" Hermione said casually "I mean if Narcissa wants to. But it has to either be at my place or yours."

"She already has you whipped eh?" Ginny teased and then mimicked her friend. "I mean if Narcissa wants to."

"No I am not whipped!" Hermione said defensively

"You are so." Ginny laughed. "Does your place sound good?"

"Am not" Hermione retorted "And yes my place sounds good. Be over around six."

Ginny stood to leave. "Ok see you then. Don't worry about Harry, he was saying the other night that he thought you were a lesbian because you haven't had a boyfriend."

Hermione rolled her eyes "Still doesn't help my nervousness. So I'll see you at six?"

"Yes"

Ginny got to the door and turned back to face the brunette.

"Oh and Mione."

Hermione looked up at Ginny

"Make sure you've wiped every service in your kitchen, bathroom and living room."

Confused Hermione cocked her head to the side

Once Ginny had told her, Hermione reached for the closest thing she could find, which was her wand and threw it at her friend. "Get out!"

Narcissa had apparated back to her room at the Three Broomsticks. Hermione had gone to work earlier that morning and then had sent an owl to say that Ginny and Harry Potter were joining them for dinner. Things between her and the young Gryffindor had developed fast. Hermione had voiced her concern about the two rushing into a relationship and not doing it properly. But being the impatient woman that she was, she knew what she wanted. She wasn't going to waste any more time hovering around their desire for each other. It was difficult enough, when Hermione was going through the artefacts at Malfoy Manor. Now that she had got what she wanted, she was going to hold on to it. Or at least try to.

As she searched for an appropriate gown in her trunk, her thoughts kept drifting back to Draco. She wondered what he would be doing. How he would be surviving, if he had a girlfriend, if he was even alive. She had foolishly thought that once her divorce was printed in the Daily Prophet her son would come back to her. He would see that his mother had finally walked away from the lie they lived and go and find her.

But so far he hadn't. Not even a word from him. Then she wondered if he did come back to her, would he leave once he found out about Hermione? Narcissa did not think she could lose her son all over again. The first time she hid her hurt quite well, if there was a second time, she didn't know how she will cope. It would be like choosing all over again. If her son did not want her with Hermione, could she leave the brunette?

She really didn't know what she would do if the situation rose.

Moving through the endless amount of gowns finally picked a black chifton dress.

Hermione's brown eyes would blaze when she sees me in this, she thought.

She ran her fingers through the fabric of the dress. There were many moments over the past few days where she would catch Hermione staring at her. At times the look she received was one of awe, and other times the stare she got was predatory. She found out late one night that after young Weasley, that she was the only other person in the wizardly world that the young Gryffindor had been with. She of course asked why and was astonished at how separate Hermione kept her love life to her career. Hermione told she never had the time or the patience to deal with a relationship whether it be with a male or female.

Narcissa still found it difficult to grasp that the young girl she had stared at after the war all those years ago, had turned into a woman that never could have a fulfilling world. She knew the war had done that to many other people as it affected them in many different ways. But Hermione, the brains of the Golden Trio, the best friend of Harry Potter, the smartest witch of her age, deserved more than what she gave herself credit for. Perhaps the brunette was only beginning to realise it.

And in all fairness, the word Narcissa admitted silently seemed foreign to her, she had to make sure that going to South America with Hermione was what she really wanted. Of course she could fuss over the heat, the language barrier and the change of cuisine but those excuses weren't enough to put her off going. She did not know where they would stay or even if Hermione would just leave her at a hotel and go off on her own. She didn't even know what the mission was about. She didn't know of the danger they could face. What she did know was that she must mean more to Hermione for the brunette to risk losing her job over taking her to South America.

Was the risk really worth it? She asked herself.

The black dress still in her hand she walked across the room and stared out the window. The clouds were beginning to darken. People below walking along the footpath started to hurry along. They all had purpose, something of which she had not had in a very long time. For years she sat as the Lady of Malfoy Manor idly. She had gotten used to organising functions, socializing with the elite and looking down at everything in her path.

Now she had the chance to do something with purpose, something that may not be redeemable, but more exciting than waiting in England for the world to come to her.

She bit her lip and looked back down at the dress that was now crumpled in her hands. She had made up her mind.

By the late afternoon Hermione had tied up the loose ends before her departure. Everything was organised for her temporary replacement. She had received the brief on what her mission was. She had even had a spare few moments to do a bit of research on the case. She had really only done all that work to distract her from the visit she got from Harry.

When she told him she was surprised that he did not say anything at first. But then again she would be shocked if he told her that he was seeing someone old enough to be his mother. Patiently she waited for her friend and he took his glasses off, wiping the lenses with the fabric of his robe.

He was stalling Hermione concluded. He was shocked and was trying to find the right words to say. Then out of nowhere he stood and nearly hauled her over her desk into a fierce hug.

"I will always love you, you know" He said quietly "No matter who you're seeing."

After they broke away she looked up into the great green eyes of the most famous wizard in the world. "Thanks Harry."

He grinned "You know, I was just saying to Ginny the other night, that I thought you were a lesbian."

"I know" Hermione groaned "Your darling wife was here earlier not long before you came."

"Oh, she was?"

"Yes" Hermione looked guilty. "I know you're my best friend Harry but sometimes I need girly advice so I go to Ginny."

Harry shrugged "I understand. Just like how I'd go to Ron."

Hermione nodded

"So, it was you that brought the Malfoy relics to the ministry?" Harry asked

"Yes" She answered "But that was only because Narcissa practically handed them over."

"Interesting" Harry smiled "So there's where the relationship developed?"

Hermione didn't have to answer the question

"As long as she doesn't hurt you I'm fine with it." Harry said seriously. "I know I should be grateful for my life because of her, but I will not hesitate to forget that if you end up heart broken."

For her part Hermione just agreed with Harry. She just couldn't understand why her friends thought that she was in love. As far as she knew she wasn't.

She braced herself as she told Harry about taking Narcissa with her to South America. This time she got a reaction she thought she would get from her friend. She frowned as he went into a full tirade in why Narcissa shouldn't go with her. She thought of all people, he would be the one to support that decision. "You can't just take her with you, Mione. It could compromise everything you've worked for."

Irritated by the tone of Harry's voice and feeling the need to defend herself Hermione couldn't help but snap back at him. "Don't you think I've already thought about that?"

Brought back from the memories of the debates they had during the war, Harry tried not to smile at how the tables had change. Now it was Hermione was the one who was being reckless and he was the one trying to stop her from making a mistake. "No, I honestly don't think you have. This has to be the most irrational decision I've ever seen you make."

"Most irrational decision you have ever seen me make?" Hermione repeated. Her jaw clenched her mouth shut from saying something that could end their friendship. All she wanted was his support. Was it too hard for him to give it to her? She had never once walked away from him before, during and after the war. There was a muggle notion of having each other's back. And she had Harry's back. Right to that very day, she still would not hesitate to annihilate anything that would harm her messy haired friend. She was still there for him whenever he would need her help or advice. Merlin, she was even one of his 'groomsmen' when he married Ginny. Why could he not give that unspoken respect back to her?

"Hermione, look at it this way." Harry reasoned. "Narcissa has just gone through a divorce. There are many things you haven't taken into consideration."

With a frustrated sigh Hermione looked up at him.

"If she goes to South America with you, it's just like you are letting her avoid the reality that would hit you both, when you two get back." Harry took his glasses off and wiped them with the fabric of his robes again. "And I don't mean everyone's reaction about you two being together. What about Malfoy?"

Hermione stood from her desk and went to stand by the window. "She hasn't seen him since the war."

"For whatever reasons why he left home, I could imagine that he would want to see his mother more so now." Harry said from behind her.

Hermione spun around quickly. "What are you trying to say Harry?" She asked vehemently. "That I'm taking her away from her son? A son who hasn't even bothered to get in contact with her? Even after her very public divorce?"

Harry sat back in the chair and rested his hands on his stomach. He even crossed his legs over his ankles. He knew what Hermione could get like when she was angry and he really didn't want to piss her off and then deal with her at the dinner table later on. "No Mione, that's not what I'm trying to say. I just think that of all people, you should have pushed her to find Malfoy. Though I know that it's impossible to go living in your past don't let that become a reality for her, when she has the opportunity to change it. Anything can happen, Mione, you know that."

As she wondered through her flat looking for Narcissa, she found the blonde in the bathroom throwing spells around to do her hair. For a few moments Hermione just stood at the doorway and watched Narcissa fuss over her hair. She knew the older witch was probably nervous as she had sent an owl earlier to say that Ginny and Harry would be joining them for dinner. The brunette received a quick reply that said something about needing to go back to the Three Broomsticks so that the blonde could find something more appropriate to wear.

Now that she had settled with her hair in a bun, Hermione leant her shoulder on the doorway.

"Hi"

Narcissa jumped out of fright and quickly turned her wand ready in her hand.

"I told you to stop doing that!" She scowled once she realised it was only Hermione.

Hermione dragged her eyes up the blonde's body. She licked her lips at the black figure hugging dress the pale woman wore. Narcissa really was a sight for sore eyes.

"Well hello to you too." Hermione finally settled her gaze on those blue eyes

Narcissa softened "Hello."

"You look amazing." Hermione grounded out.

Narcissa spun around giving Hermione a full view.

"You don't think I'm trying to be too muggle?"

Hermione grinned at the heels and the black chifton styled black dress. "No, as I said you look amazing."

Narcissa smiled at the compliment.

"We don't have much time before they get here, so you need to get ready." Narcissa tried to walk pass Hermione but stopped when the brunette wouldn't move away from the door.

Hermione reached out and caressed the blonde's cheek.

"I know, Harry said that they are bringing Thai food so I think we have time."

Narcissa cocked her head to the side.

"I don't need the time you do" Blue eyes teased

Hermione let Narcissa pass but not before kissing her on the lips. There was nothing innocent about the kiss. It was wet, sensual and a waste of Narcissa's effort in putting her lipstick on. It wasn't long before Hermione had her back up against the wall. Just the sounds of the blonde's moans were enough to drive Hermione over the edge. She nearly had the blonde's dress bunched up around her thin waist line, when Narcissa slapped her hands away. Hermione broke the kiss and looked almost hurt at Narcissa's rejection. "Not now, we have guests that will be here soon."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"So, Narcissa do you know if Hermione wiped all of the surfaces down?" Ginny asked.

All four sat at the dinner table half way through their meal. Harry and Ginny had arrived with the food and Hermione opened a bottle of red wine. After formal greetings the group sat at the table in an awkward silence. Harry decided to break it by talking about the ball. This topic caught Ginny's attention who smirked at Hermione. The brunette shifted and Narcissa's lips were twitching to smile. The conversation quickly died and Ginny thought she might as well break the ice.

Narcissa frowned at the question. "She did so."

Hermione glared at the red head who laughed out aloud.

Harry shook his head and shrugged at Narcissa's obvious wonder.

"Oh good" Ginny gave a teasing eye to Hermione "Thank you for confirming my suspicions."

"There was nothing to confirm" Hermione said through gritted teeth.

Narcissa and Harry look between Hermione and Ginny.

"Then why clean what hasn't been used?" Ginny emphasised the last word

"Just shut up Gin" Hermione groaned

"What are you two going on about?" Harry asked

"You wouldn't want to-

"Earlier today while I was visiting Hermione" Ginny cut the brunette off "I asked if she could wipe down all of the surfaces in her flat."

"Why?" Narcissa asked

Hermione drained the wine in her glass.

"Interesting you say that, because Hermione asked the same question." Ginny twirled her wineglass between her fingers.

"And what did you say?" Harry asked

"I said because only Merlin, knows where you two" The red head pointed to Hermione, who was glaring at her, and then Narcissa, who was brow knitted in confusion. "Got down and dirty."

Hermione pushed her plate forward and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Harry's eyebrows rose while he looked at his wife

Ginny tried to hide back a grin that was ready to split her face in two, by taking a sip of her wine.

And Narcissa to everyone's surprise laughed.

Catching Hermione's attention, the brunette looked over to her lover. Narcissa's laughter still not had subsided and became infectious. Soon Ginny joined in, then Harry and eventually Hermione.

"Don't mind her." Hermione said to Narcissa once the group had quietened down. "It won't be long before Harry has to take her back to St. Mungos."

Harry laughed and then quickly stopped when Ginny threw a sharp look at him.

"They probably don't have much time left since she is out on a conjugal visit." Hermione carried on.

Harry this time with Narcissa laughed.

"Now after that I don't think that there should be a need for anymore awkward silence" The red head said playfully.

Everyone else agreed by nodding and they went on the have a pleasant evening. Throughout the night Harry would watch Hermione with Narcissa. He hoped that what he they had talked about would eventually make sense to Hermione. This was a first for them it was usually Hermione telling him what to do. But as she was not experienced in relationships, he couldn't sit by and watch her rush into something they weren't fully prepared for. He had to make sure she knew what she was doing and not acting without thinking.

As Ginny and Narcissa spoke Harry looked at Hermione and said. "You have thought about what we spoke about?"

"Come into the living room, I have something to show you." Hermione stood.

Narcissa and Ginny barely noticed Hermione and Harry leave them.

Narcissa had already packed for the trip. She did not know what part of South America they were going to so she was prepared for both the subtropical climate and the cold southern hemisphere bite. There were a few books she had also put in her trunk. Most it ranged from magical to muggle literature from Hermione's impressive collection. She didn't know what the mission was. She didn't even know if Hermione would even let her help. The blonde hoped that she would.

The Potter's had left and Hermione was doing something in the kitchen so Narcissa knew it would be safe to grab the photo she had hidden in amongst her clothing. She ran her fingers over the picture. A photo of when Lucius had gotten Draco's first broomstick. A chubby rosy cheek boy waved and smile with his broomstick in his hand. Narcissa could feel the tears threatening to spill from her eyes at the sight of her boy, her heart. He was so happy back then, so innocent. She rubbed the pad of her thumb over his face and quickly hid the photo away.

Hermione watched from the doorway and knew from the sadness in Narcissa's actions that Harry was right. She moved forward and sat next to the blonde on the edge of the bed. She took a pale hand in hers and sighed.

"You have to stay here Narcissa." Hermione said quietly. "As much as I want you to come with me, you have to stay here."

What the brunette was saying did make sense to Narcissa but then it didn't. "We could end if you go alone."

"I hope to God that we don't." Hermione gave her a wary smile. "But you need to stay."

"Why?"

Hermione was silent for a few moments while she gathered her wits. "Before the war I sent my parents to Australia. I actually Obliviated their memories before they left. I wanted them to know nothing if the Dark had won the war. They didn't need to die out of association to me."

Narcissa listened as Hermione spoke.

"After the war was over I got on the first flight to Brisbane. Once I landed there I only had their names and the number of the first hotel they stayed at when they first arrived. I found out that they had moved Melbourne."

Narcissa reminded herself to ask Hermione if muggles really did fly.

"Once I got down to the state of Victoria, Melbourne was in the middle of a gang war. Unlike the war we fought in, this one was over drug control. Melbourne by 1990 was known and the 'amphetamine capital of Australia'. And in between 1998 and now a lot of people have died, that includes my parents."

Narcissa gasped at the news.

"I went to the address I received off the hotel concierge in Brisbane and the house was abandoned. I thought that they may have moved so I went and asked one of the neighbours. The poor old woman opened the door with a shot gun. She was terrified and when I finally calmed her down she told me that both my mum and dad were shot bringing their groceries from their car into the house."

"Oh, Mione."

"I made the mistake of changing my parent's names to Terrence and Christine Hodson. And it turned out that there was a hit on another couple that shared the names, except this time they got the wrong people. Apparently the Terrence Hodson that was meant to get shot was and police informant leaked by the media."

Narcissa really didn't know what to do. Hermione was not shedding tears, nor was she weeping silently, she just looked as if she was far away.

"That's why you have to stay here Cissy." Hermione whispered. "Find Draco and make peace with him. I never got that chance to tell my parents the truth. I never got to tell them anything. For all they knew was that I never really liked to come home during the holidays because the Burrow was more exciting than being at home with them. They didn't know the reason why I stayed away was entirely different from what they thought."

Narcissa looked down at their intertwined fingers.

"Harry is going to start looking for Draco and he will be in constant contact with you." The brunette voice returned to normal. "If there is anything you need do not hesitate to get in contact with him or Ginny. And you're staying here instead of the Three Broomsticks. Ginny will be over tomorrow to show you how to use a cell phone. "

"You are speaking as if it is a foregone conclusion." Narcissa murmured

"It is." Hermione retorted. "All I ask is that you wait until I get back."

"Of course I will." The blonde whispered.

Hermione stood in the busy streets of Guatemala City. It was hot in the nation's capital; she fanned her face with her hand and was glad that she wore a light white tank top and thin kahki cargos. This weather was a going to be a killer considering she came from the very cold London. She reached around to the side of her hip and opened her satchel and retrieved a piece of parchment with the brief of her mission.

She had only just arrived in the country and she had decided that she did not like the magical side of Guatemala. Firstly she was not fluent in Spanish and quite frankly she just didn't like that vibe that part of Guatemala gave. So here she was, standing in the middle of a foot path of a very busy street. Cars, buses and motorbikes passed by with worrying speed. People on the footpath would slow as they got near her. She smiled to herself knowing that she must look like the quintessential tourist that was lost.

She glanced down at the brief. She had received it from Kingsley the previous morning. She was just as aware as he about the strain in the relationship. He did seem happy now that she going back out on the hunt. She smiled and told him not to worry too much about her. Then they went through the brief together.

"Are you familiar with the Mesoamerican civilisations?"

Hermione nodded though it was only because of an encounter with a rather sultry South American woman. "Yes, the Mayan's, the Aztec's , the Zapotec amongst others."

"Well, as you know pre colonisation by the Spanish these civilisations practiced pagan rituals." The dark Minister moved uncomfortably. "There were hidden societies within these civilisations that were wizards and witch's. The muggle side like the muggle ancient Egyptians and Sumerians all had their gods and deities they worshipped. Now I have been made aware that a silver vial containing the soul of Gukumatz was hidden somewhere in the ancient Mayan city of Kaminalijuyu."

Hermione had not heard of this particular god and asked what his purpose was. Kingsley had informed her of that Gukumatz was a culture hero that taught the muggle Toltecs, then later the muggle Mayans, the arts of civilisations, including codes of law, agriculture, fishing and medicine. They thought that because he came from the ocean had gone back and would return in the end times. What they did not know was that Gukumatz was in fact a very powerful wizard who died. And when he did his soul just like Voldmort's was split, however only in two. "One half we already have the other you are going to get."

"He committed no evil, so why is it even imperative that I go after this vial?" Hermione asked. She really didn't see the point in going if the ministry had the other half.

"Because I want it here as soon as possible, so that's why I'm sending you. And we are not the only ones going after it." He finished.

She did not waste anytime asking more questions she just said good bye and went home to Narcissa. She found the blonde pacing the length of her bedroom looking extremely angry. Her natural magic crackled around her and when Hermione got her attention it quickly disappeared. Hermione laughed when Narcissa told her that she was angry because she thought Hermione had left without saying goodbye. Narcissa had managed to stall Hermione for an hour but that still didn't stop Hermione from leaving. She quickly kissed Narcissa and told her, the faster she got there the quicker she could get home. And then she left.

At present time, she walked along the footpath and had stop to ask what she thought looked like two North American tourist if they knew which direction the Kaminalijuyu city was. The younger tourist gave her directions she thanked them and went on her way.

Later that night at the muggle hotel bar, she was staying at she sat at a table nursing a glass of tequila in her hand. It was impossible to search for anything while the ancient city was filled with muggle tourists that were in awe of its beauty. So just like them she joined a group and learnt information that might end up proving useful for the mission. She would have to go back early in the morning to do a proper search.

She hoped that this mission would be as easy as it sounded. She really wanted to get back to Narcissa.

Lucius had been informed by the wizards he had sent out looking for Draco that Harry Potter was also looking for his son. He stood in at the window of his office trying to figure out what Potter could possibly want with Draco. There was nothing that seemed plausible to him. As far as he knew his son and Potter never got along at all. It was a pity he had no influence over the ministry or he would have known why there were a team of Aurors on the lookout for his son. He had told them to find Draco before Potter.

Great things were in the works for Lucius.

A pureblood wizard that gave his support to the Dark in South America had re-established his connection with Lucius only days earlier. Apparently, there was an old God's soul that had been split just like his former Master. Julio Estevez had said that the English ministry had one half and the second was located in Guatemala. If Lucius got the half from the ministry, then Julio would find the other in Guatemala. Julio had said they would become powerful with the threat that they could have. He could rule the influence of the southern hemisphere while Lucius could rule the Northern. He did not even blush as he quickly sent confirmation back to the South American. He would gain power. He would be feared. And no one would ever dare to laugh at him again.

He rubbed his hands together as he schemed. The plans were forming together in his head. He was starting to feel better about his predicament. He would hold Draco hostage if he got to him before Potter. He will make Potter answer why he's after Draco and if it's something that does not tickle Lucius's curiosity, he would make sure Narcissa knew just exactly how her son died. Maybe if he found her, she could watch as he tortures Draco. That will break her. That will make her beg.

A/N:

Here are a few facts pertaining to the story. Note that my knowledge of South American ancient history is scratchy;

Terrence and Christine Hodson were in fact real people that were shot dead in Melbourne for being police informants during the Gang Drug Wars.

Gukumatz was a God worshiped by the Mayans and the Toltecs

Kaminalijuyu is an ancient Mayan city in Guatemala

Like the Aztecs, Mayans and Toltecs, the Zapotecs did exists as well.

And the rest was pull from where the sun does not shine.