Off the coast of the mainland was a uncharted island unknown to the muggles and the wizarding world. It was covered with thick pine trees and on the center of the island sat a cottage, lights were on and movement was in the house. Within the four old walls was a small group of people sat an old table, they sat quietly wait for one person.

"Where the bloody hell is he?" asked a man at the end of the table.

"You better watch what you're saying Goyle, you know he's not a pleasant man," said another man.

"When has he ever been a pleasant man." The group chuckled.

Outside a man walked slowly toward the house, he could hear the laughter within and smirked. It's always fun and games with these goons. He walked to the door and blasted it open with his wand, he stepped in his cloak flying behind him. He turned and faced the group, they had all gathered at the far wall looking at the door as it clung by a single hinge. Pathetic idiots.

"Not laughing now are you?" his voice came in a low drawl. "Good, Crabbe fix the door, the rest of you stop acting like a bunch of school children and shut your bloody mouths." Crabbe stumbled to his feet and did as he was told, the others all gathered around the table once again and sat quietly. Crabbe went back to his seat and looked at the cloaked man.

Standing in front of the table, he slowly removed his cloak and held it out. A girl with black hair stood and retrieved the cloak draping it on the coat rack by the door. She returned to her seat and awaited like the rest.

The man stood tall his back straight, head high, his silver eyes looking at the table disgusted. His blond-white hair was pulled into a ponytail that trailed down his back and his lips held a smirk that was famous to all.

"Parkinson my chair if you will," he said as nicely as he could toward the girl who had taken his cloak. She got up and pulled an arm chair out of a dark corner and brought it up to Lucius, she placed it behind him and he sat gracefully down. Parkinson quickly returned to her seat and looked at Lucius.

Lucius was silent a second leaning back, resting his elbows on the arms of his chair, his index fingers pressed together. He breathed and pulled his hands apart only to grip the arms of his chair. "I'm sure you all know that I am not happy one little bit. And I'm sure you all know why. Goyle do you know why I'm not happy?"

The large man looked at Lucius and gulped. "Because Salvador and Rutherford have failed you."

"Correct. And how did they fail me?"

"They were unable to follow through with the plan," said Goyle taking care of how he worded his words.

"Well Goyle you've told me half of that answer," said Lucius, moving his hand ever so slowly he removed his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at Goyal who froze in his seat. "Now Goyle I asked you a question and I wanted a full answer but since you gave me half I won't kill you but next time I will."

Goyle released a sigh and was unaware of Lucius. "Crucio!" Goyle fell to the floor with a yell his body clenching up. Lucius held the spell for two minutes and then stopped it and watched in disgust as tears ran down Goyle's face. No one moved to help Goyle they all sat and stared at Lucius.

"Let that be a lesson to the rest of you. Now we have some work to do, after the incident yesterday you all have to pick up the slack. The ministry is on extra watch since that and the letters that I wrote to them. So taking care not to stumble across the ministry would be nice so none of you turn up like Salvador and Rutherford. As well the mud blood and her child have returned to their home, now I would like to go this moment and retrieve the child but Potter most likely has Aurors posted around her house. So we'll wait a week and then pounce, and this time I don't want mistakes. Two of you will go in and burn the place down with the mud blood in it, grab the child and leave. Now if you all don't mind I have other things to attend to, Parkinson my cloak."

Jumping up she ran to the coat rack and got his cloak, bring it over to him she put it over his shoulders. She opened the door for him and he stepped out, only to turn to Parkinson.

"Come by later tonight, I'm in need of some company," he said then disapperated.

Pansy backed into the room unaware of the lurking figure up in the tree over the house. He had sat on the branch and listened closely to the conversation within the house, he was aware of what everything meant and who everyone was. He would have to stay close to the mud blood and figure out what to do.

Standing, he raised his arm in the air and snapped his fingers twice. In five seconds a broom came out of the clouds, it stopped in his hand and he climbed on it then kicked off toward the main land. It was time for him to do his job.