"I don't get it Harry. There was nothing there, no clues?" Asked Ginny sitting on the couch in her robe a hot cup of tea in her hands.

"Yes Ginny how many times do I have to say this. There was nothing at all," said Harry pacing back and forth in his living-room as Ginny sat patiently, knowing very well that when he was like this he just needed his time to cool off.

Harry had left the apartments and went straight home, ignoring the fact that he would get a speech by the Head about not filing a report on the days activities but Harry didn't care all he wanted was to get home to his wife. When he had arrived home, going to his room he found Ginny fast asleep. He hated waking her at this hour of the night or at any hour when she was sleeping but she would be furious if she found out that he had waited to tell her. So he had waken softly and told her to come down to the living room. She didn't fuss but did as she was told knowing that something was wrong in the way he had touched her, which was a sort of tense, tired hand. So now she waited for him to calm down and talk to her.

Running a hand threw his already messy hair, Harry gave a sigh then fell onto the couch opposite of Ginny. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"If anything has happened to them I'll haunt down every last Death Eater until the day I die," he said into his hands.

Ginny stood and walked over to Harry where she took a seat next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Don't talk like that Harry, you know very well Hermione can take of herself and Lucas. She wouldn't let anything happen to that boy no matter what."

She was right, but Harry was still worried. This was new evil and most likely more dangerous. He would start fresh tomorrow, search her apartment top to bottom, go to the office get a list of the past Death Eaters figure out who is a Death Eater now and then hunt them down.

The Malfoy Manor sat in the depth of a dark wood, unseen by magical and muggle folk. It was made of old stone and the walls held think vines that tangled around the windows. Dim lighting could be seen from the windows as the lone cloaked figure walked up the dark road. The figure walked up the front steps, taking the knocker in his hand he banged hard on the large oak door. The door opened and a house elf stood there looking up at the figure.

"How may Twinkle help you?" It squeaked it's large eyes watching the figure.

"I have a meeting with Master Malfoy," the figures deep voice made the house elf jump a little, but he stepped a side to allow the man to step in to the entrance hall. The house elf shut the door and wandered down the hall, returning shortly.

"Master Malfoy will see you, follow me,"

The house elf led the way down the hall, the man following closely. The hallway was dimmed and only lit by the few candles on the wall. They came to a stop in front of an oak door, the house elf raised his bonny hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in," spoke a chilled voice.

The house elf stood on his toes and opened the door, he led the way in and the cloaked figure followed. The room was a dim, the candles on the walls flickering a dull golden light on the walls. Huge bookcases touched floor to ceiling, and held large black leather books of all sorts. Across from the door at the further wall was a floor to ceiling window with heavy thick dark curtains drawn over it. There was a oak desk in front of the window and there sat Lucius. He sat straight, his hands folded on the desk as his cold blue eyes watched every move the cloaked figure made.

Twinkle came to a stop a foot away from the desk, he bowed his head to Lucius then looked at him. "Master Malfoy your guest."

Lucius flicked his hand and Twinkle gave a quick bow and left the room. When the door was shut Lucius turned his attention on the man in front of him.

"So what news do you have for me?"

"Sir," the man started his voice deep and calm. "They failed again."

"What a disappointment," Lucius said not a bit enthused by the news.

"Yes, just as they were going into the apartment they had an encounter with two people from the past."

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"One of them was Zambini they swear it was him and that he is talented fighter," said the man seeming bored telling his information to his boss.

"Talented? Zambini? That is interesting. And the other person?"

From under his hood a sly smile rose on the mans lips. "Your dear son Draco Malfoy."

At the name, the name he had pushed out of his life just like his pathetic wife, Lucius went stiff. His son, no he wasn't his son, he was a traitor, a failure, Draco had been disowned and cut from the family tree and the will.

Relaxing his muscles, Lucius smoothed out his hair and looked calmly at the informer across from him.

"And what were they doing there?" He asked calmly.

"They were saving Granger and the child from our people," he said just as calm but getting more bored by the fact that he was standing there.

"Of course the traitor couldn't possibly completely satisfied until he disgraced everything he had grown up on, especially helping a mud-blood. And as for Zambini a true disappointment he was a great boy had real potential but I guess I was wrong," said Lucius tapping his fingers on the desk top. "Is there any sign of where they are now?"

"None, they seem to of disappeared after the fire," said the man holding back his annoyance. If there had been a sign of them we would of found them, idiot. He thought another smile on his lips.

Lucius looked at him a crooked smile on his own lips. "I'd take care to watch what you say in the filthy little head of yours. It would be a shame to lose your very…charming talent."

The man stiffened, he had forgotten about Lucius' mind-reading. "Yes sir forgive me."

Lucius waved his hand pushing the apology aside. "Take a group of trackers and start looking for them. I want the boy alive as well as Zambini and the Traitor, I will deal with them personally."

"And what of the mud-blood?"

"Do what ever you want with her," he said turning his chair around so his back was to the man. "Think of her as your personal play thing if you want. But if I see her I swear that I will torture her until even her grandparents feel the pain. Now leave."

He left Lucius and made his way out of the mansion, he thought of what he had said as he walked down the dark road. This was the biggest thing he could possibly be doing, tracking down two traitors, a powerful boy and a mud-blood that if found would be his play mate until he tired of her. Just the thought of having her made his mind go crazy with the best possible ways to track them all down, he would do anything he could think of if it meant having a play-mate.

And with that thought, that wonderful, beautiful, pleasant thought he smiled as he walked to the end of the drive-way and apperated to the meeting spot where he would start his planning.