He stood in the waiting area, waiting for him or someone else to come by. It was early and no one was in the office yet other then the Head Auror who he had seen a few times come in and out of his office and a few other early Aurors. As he stood leaning against the wall he wondered if he hadn't of gone off with Charlie would he of been an Auror like his best mate was or would of still chosen his path. He snorted at the thought of being in an office day in and day out and he was happy with the path he chose as a career.

"Excuse me," Ron looked down to a older women at his elbow. "May I help you."

Ron leaned forward looking the women up and down, she was a secretary, easy to get what he wanted. "I have a meeting with Mr. Potter concerning some family business."

"Mr. Potter isn't in at the moment but he is due in any moment I'm sure he won't mind you waiting in his office. Follow me," she said turning and heading past the many closed doors.

The walk was short to Harry's office where he found himself standing in front of a wood door with a gold plate embedded with his name in it. "I'm guessing Potter isn't that bad of an Auror to have his name in gold."

The secretary chuckled as she opened the door. "Mr. Potter is doing a very marvelous job in this department and the Head Auror wants to honor him with being his Third Auror along side with his Second Auror. It will be wonderful."

Ron smiled. "Of course it will be."

"Well have seat and I'll tell Mr. Potter that you're here when he arrives."

"Thank you," said Ron still smiling when she closed the door with a click.

He listened closely to her fading heels clicking away then let out a heavy breath. "Old bat."

Ron slipped out of his cloak and flung it onto the cot rack by the door. He observed the room finding it very odd, under his feet he stood on dark hardwood flooring, the walls a pale scarlet the same from Hogwarts, there were thick beige ceiling to floor curtains covering Harry's large window which was spelled to be looking upon the grounds of Hogwarts. There was a thick black rug under his smooth oak wood desk that was directly in front of Ron, he could also see a fireplace behind the desk.

"Well, nice to see he likes to be pampered, he probably enjoys the fame," mumbled Ron as he moved around the desk and pulled out the leather armchair and sat in it.

He looked over the clean surface and scouted over the picture frames, he saw his sister standing in front of a large tree wearing a pale blue sundress smiling out to him, there was a large picture of the wedding day, there was one of him and Lucas swimming, one of the whole Weasley household, minus himself, one of the himself Harry and Hermione on Graduation night and the last one was of Hermione with a two year old Lucas in her lap. Lucas was waving and smiling and Hermione was smiling as well laughing her eyes twinkling.

The sound of coming feet made him ridged, he was just about to stand when the door opened and the secretary stepped in. "Nice to see you've made yourself comfortable."

She stepped up to the desk and placed a file in front of Ron. "Mr. Potter will be in soon, he just called in for me to drop this off. I promise you won't look at this now."

Ron smiled and put a hand to his heart. "You have my word."

"Good lad," she smiled as she turned and left the room once again.

He waited for the door to click before picking up the file and looking at the label which read: Malfoys. This made Ron raise an eyebrow as he flipped open the file. "Now what could you possibly be doing with the Malfoy file Mr. Potter."

The first document was of a copy of the family tree, Ron had no interest so kept on moving. The next few were documents of Lucius and Narcissa, up until this present day Lucius is claimed to be in hiding as well as in legates to the Dark Arts, Narcissa is recently living alone in a small cottage out side of London in a wizarding community.

He put those pages aside moving to Draco's documents, he put the birth certificate aside then moved to his school documents which stopped during his sixth year. As he looked over the page he found it had been written by McGonagall.

Draco Malfoy has been absent from Hogwarts School of

Witchcraft and Wizardry during his seventh and final year

He has been unable to graduate in which he has not received

his license as a full grown wizard, his parents were notified and

they both have not been aware of his absent and claim to not

have seen him since.

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall

Ron frowned, he knew that the boy hadn't been at school but his guess was that his father was to ashamed to let him go in public after what happened that night. He moved that page aside and read the other which was written by the Head Auror.

Draco Malfoy age sixteen son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy

was reported missing on November third during his seventh

year. Aurors are on the search of young Malfoy believing he

is a run away after he failed to kill Dumbledore on the Dark

Lords orders. A search through Malfoy manor as proven that

the boy has been there in the last month, traces of his blood

were found in one of the rooms. Aurors are now searching

every magical community around London. Notices have gone

out to magic and muggle communities to be on the look out

if Draco is found he will be charged on attempt of using the

killing curse.

Head Auror Miller

Missing, Draco was considered missing that he didn't know. Blood was found, which could also mean that Lucius killed him, disposed of the body and just claimed that his son was missing but Ron knew better then to believe something like that. The last written document was by the Head Auror again.

The Draco Malfoy cased has been closed, remains of a young

male body were found today, it was identified as Draco Malfoys

the family has been notified and they will not be holding any

ceremony. They also do not wish it to be publicized by all

means.

Head Auror Miller

Draco was dead, if he was dead why did Harry want the file. It didn't make sense to Ron, that if Draco was written the Ministry files that he was dead why would he be researching a dead man. Ron could of guessed back into his last year at Hogwarts that the Slytherin God was already dead. No one disobeyed a Dark Lord and lived to tell the tale. Ron sat back in the high back leather chair and thought deeply to the reasons why Harry was looking for a dead man.

The clock behind him started to chime, turning in the chair he found that Harry's head was swinging to 'Arriving at Work.' Standing slowly Ron stretched and called his cloak over to him. He walked calmly to the door, pulling it opened he left the office and headed to exit. Upon reaching the doorway the old secretary stepped in front of him.

"Mr. Potter should be here any minute, I'm sure of it."

"I'll have apologized but some other issues have come upon me, I'll write him a message asking for another meeting," said Ron side stepping the women and leaving the Department.

Two minutes later Harry walked into the department, his spirits were up and he was ready for the day. He said good morning to a few of his fellow workers and even smiled to a few. When he neared his office he found that Mrs. Gallaham was standing near his office door, he walked up to her wearing a smile and said good morning.

"Morning to you too sir," she said. "The file you asked for is on your desk."

"Thank you," said Harry moving to open his door.

"Oh," said Mrs. Gallaham. "There was a gentleman here as well I guess he had an appointment but he had to leave early."

Harry frowned, he didn't have an appointment with anyone, he didn't ponder on it long enough he had other things to worry about. He stepped into his office and immediately his curtains pulled back revealing a snow covered Hogwarts. He smiled that scenery was always something to smile at. Placing his jacket on the coat rack he moved to his desk and took a seat where he took a moment to over look his pictures. After getting everyone's face stuck in his head he looked down at the file, only to frown.

The file sat open on his desk pages flipped over showing that they had already been read, this made Harry interested in who was here and had to leave without saying hello. He was wondering if this was something he should worry about dramatically or if he should prolong it until he was done, the file seemed to have all it's documents still and even if something was missing there were copies.

He shrugged it off flipping to the near last pages of the file, the last few documents were of property that the Malfoys owed. The list went on, there was property owed all over great Britain even an old cabin on a deserted island. A cottage registered to Narcissa which Harry knew is where she was living today. There was a beach house that hadn't been in used in five years. He took note on all the possible houses that Draco could be hiding at, his first place to search would be the island then the beach house and possibly Narcissa's place but that would be a long shot.

Closing the file he got to his feet and headed to the door, upon opening it he was awarded with yelling. Harry was staring out upon aurors trying to wrestle down a old man wearing a tattered suit, his grey hair standing on end. He had just dodged a blond man when he caught sight of Harry.

"Potter," he said and ran for the young man, Harry in his state of shock wasn't sure what to do but the let the man fall to his knees in front of him. "You'll believe me won't you Potter, your not one to push someone away."

If it hadn't of been for the lack of large teeth and long finger nails Harry would of sworn it was worm tail all over again. The man was shaking and mumbling some things to fast for Harry to understand. Looking up Harry could see that the office was stepping forward to grab the man but Harry raised a hand and shook his head. Reaching down he grabbed the man by the arms and put him on his feet.

"Now, what seems to be the problem?"

The old man started to twitch looking back and forth wringing his hands together. "My brother came to see me today."

Harry heard a few chuckles but ignored them. "Okay sir now did your brother hurt you or cause any problems."

The old man shook his head as his eye twitched. "My brother isn't suppose to come see me never."

More chuckles grew from behind the scene and Harry was beginning to think he was listening to a lunatic. "Sir you're going to have to explain exactly why your brother isn't suppose to visit you."

He frowned and leaned forward into Harry's face and whispered roughly. "Because he's suppose to be in Azkaban."

Harry's heart sank a criminal was on the loose, he looked over his head to the others noticing that they had heard and weren't laughing anymore. "What's your brother's name?"

"Xavier,"

"As in Xavier the Muggle torturer?" Harry asked frowning.

The old man nodded twitching uncontrollably now, Harry looked over the faces and spotted the Head Auror walking toward him. Harry stepped aside and came to stand in front of his boss.

"Will have him taken to St. Mungo's to see if we can get more out him," said the Head. "We'll have to take extra precautions in looking for Xavier he's a very dangerous man."

Harry nodded. "In that case I have something that needs to be done, I'll need at least three others to come along."

"Of course Potter, I'll send an owl to you if we get any information,"

Harry ducked his head and pointed to three men to come with him one of which was Cooper. They followed him without question outside, once in the elevator Cooper took the chance in asking.

"Sir where are we going,"

"I'm following what you told me last night Cooper we're going to look for Draco Malfoy,"

The three men shared a glance to one another, today was going to be a very long day indeed.

They apperated to the deserted island first wands at the ready for anything to appear without warning. They edged from the coast toward the inner island , the island was dark with thick trees, the ground was clear of and branches or snow which allowed a quiet approach upon the cabin.

The cabin was in their sighting when Harry stopped them. "Who ever is inside I want stunned and alive, if Draco is inside stun him by all means and if any sign of Hermione or the child I want them out of harms way. Understood?"

The three nodded and Harry led the way toward the cabin. No lights could be seen from outside as they hunched over wands out walking toward the slatted door. As they neared the door Harry stood at his full height raising his wand at the door. With one whispered word he blew the door off it's hinges and allowed the three men to run into the cabin. Harry followed calmly, stepping into the cabin he found that his aurors each had a black cloaked figure a few feet up against the wall.

A chilling laugh filled the cabin causing Harry to turn and look at the cloaked figure Cooper had at wand point. "It's the famous Harry Potter, didn't take you long to figure out the meeting place."

"Nott shut up," a female voice hissed.

Harry turned to her and frowned it was impossible to see their faces with the hoods of their cloaks on so with a wave he made the hoods fall back and reveal the Death Eaters. Cooper was holding up Theodore Nott, another held up Pansy Parkinson, and the last was Crabbe.

"Figured you guys would follow in your parents footsteps," said Harry with a coy smile.

"At least we have parents," spat Crabbe.

"Actually you don't, you see after the fall of Voldemort your parents were either arrested or they ran away," looking at the three's faces he found them all glaring at him. "Nott your father is currently in Azkaban if I do recall, and your mother has moved to France and has remarried."

Nott began to thrash against the wall, only to have Cooper's wand pushed harder into his throat. "Crabbe your parents actually gave a long list of Death Eaters so we let them start over, they are recently living in Canada under the name Williams."

Crabbe was silent against the wall but Harry could see that his jaw had tightened. "And Parkinson your mother died at the hand of Voldemort that night she actually had turned her back on him for the good she died a brave women as for your father he's at St. Mungo's after having his mind fried. And I know for a fact that you don't visit him so how can you say you have parents."

Parkinson had tears streaming down her face at Harry's cold words but they were true she never went to see her father and her mothers grave she had never laid eyes on.

"No enough of this, I'm looking for an old of yours. I'm sure you can remember an blond headed ferret from school,"

Nott let out a cold laugh. "Draco that blood traitor, he'd rather runaway from what he is then face it."

"So you don't know where he is?" Harry asked.

The man shook his head. "Haven't seen him since that…"

"Nott shut up you know what will happen if you say to much," whined Parkinson.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What will happen?"

Crabbe let out a choked sob and Harry looked upon him with disgust. "We'll die Potter, our tongues are bound to a spell that will kill us the instant we say something he doesn't want to be spoken of."

Harry thought about that for a second. "So I wouldn't be able to ask what Lucius wants with Hermione."

Crabbe shook his head. "You can ask all you want but there are few that will answer and if they do they will choke on their answer."

"And it's not the filthy mud blood he wants," hissed Nott.

Harry turned on him. "Then who?"

"Weren't you listening," whined Pansy. "He won't answer you."

"Think about it Potter, who else is missing?"

Harry glared into Nott's black heartless eyes, if it wasn't Hermione they wanted then who? The only other that was missing was Lucas, Lucas. His eyes twitched with realization and Nott smiled largely at Harry's face.

"Why the hell does he want Lucas for?"

Nott only shook his head causing Harry's blood to boil up into his ears. "Cooper back away from him."

Cooper looked over his shoulder questionably but dropped Nott nonetheless stepping to the side and watching closely. Harry raised his wand directly pointed at the mans heart, there was no fear in Nott's eyes as Harry took a step forward. "Nott I really don't care if you die by telling me something because if you don't tell me I'll kill you myself."

"You haven't even killed a fly in your whole life, and killing me would only get you no where," laughed Nott.

A harsh wind thrashed against the wood cabin causing whistles through the cracks and creeks against the old boards. Loud bangs came from above raising everyone's heads toward the old ceiling. The bangs shifted to footsteps and Harry stepped back from Nott looking up, listening to the steps and following their every move.

"He's come for us, he knows you're here you'll be lucky if he doesn't kill you," said Nott his smile growing his eyes flickering.

"He who? Lucius?"

Nott shook his head. "No, Lucius' successor."

With Nott's last words the ceiling caved in erupting a cloud of smoke, Harry stumbled back covering his mouth. As he backed away he grabbed Cooper shoving the coughing man behind him. He tried to see through the smoke to get a glimpse of this successor but couldn't see anything. The other aurors were shoved into Harry where he lost his footing and fell, coughing and squinting. Through the thick smoke he could see figures moving he added quickly only seeing that one had fallen through the ceiling. He heard Nott laughing as the smoke started to clear and just as he could get a clear view they were gone, the last thing he saw was a flash of red hair.