Author's Note: Thank you! To all that reviewed the last Chapter. Another thanks to those that read this Story, followed, and favorited:) You all keep me writing and further confirmation that I am not a complete shit writer. My muse has taken off with my chocolate, so I'm very sorry if this is subpar. (Lame attempt at humor.) If you have any suggestions, or what you want to see in the story, then let me know!

Some of you think Ron is the Witch Hunter, others think that Draco could be, and I've had some have really no idea. I'd like to know who y'all think he is!

My life was also recently taken over by Danisnotonfire(if you don't know who this gloriously funny sexy as hell man is, then you should check out his YouTube channel) Attack on Titan(I'm late, but I refused to succumb. I eventually did), Aria the Scarlet Ammo, and I just got a Netflix account. Catching up on Supernatural (Jensen Ackles, please love me…) and Doctor Who(cheekbones and fabulous hair galore) is going to be a pain in the ass. I was also in the middle of moving. I'm really sorry for such a late update. Okay, I'm boring you with my excuses!

Disclaimer: If I did, the ending would have been wildly different.


He had important things to do. Important paying things to do. However, that didn't mean after, or before his important things to do he couldn't have some fun. And he was going to have so much fun. He had a plan that would strike such delicious fear into the hearts of Narcissa Malfoy and Hermione Granger. Mrs. Malfoy was his intended target and he wasn't going to get paid until she was dead, but now Ms. Granger has presented herself as a problem. Not that Granger never was a problem because that swotty woman was always poking her cute little nose where it didn't belong. That mudblood needs to learn to not mess with his plans, but the question was how? He would have to think on that a bit more. It could wait though, there was money for him to earn.


Elena Momson could never help herself when she saw a handsome man. Her friends always told her that it would be her downfall one day, how she flirted like some shameless hussy. Like they said, handsome men were her downfall, and the one sitting at the bar grinning at her with a sinful mouth, was as tempting as they come. She could just imagine all the things she'd let him do to her with that mouth, hands, and tongue. She really didn't pay much attention to what the rest of him looked like beyond the normal things everyone notices. He was tall, had rather unassuming features, dark hair, dark eyes, and he seemed to have a rather unassuming personality to match. That was at first glance, until you concentrated on his mouth. His teeth were a little crooked and a little too sharp, and his grin was crooked. His smile seemed to hold dark dirty secrets and Elena wanted to know them all. The more she stared, the more fascinated she became.

She tantalizingly danced her way closer to him and was delighted when his eyes followed her seductive movements. She teasingly crooked a finger in order to draw him nearer to her and knew she had him when that grin made another appearance. He seemed to tease her right back as he made his way to her. His body moved fluidly and her body thrummed in response to the promise he let his hips say for him. They finally connected and moved in a hypnotic rhythm to the music and she was all too aware of how attuned her body was to his. Their movements escalated with the beat of the music until they were for all intents and purposes dry humping on the dance floor. Finally, Elena couldn't stand the heat that was constantly building inside her anymore and asked the man behind her, "Your place, or mine?"

"Your place doll, I don't think my roommate wants to hear your screams," He replied in a smooth seductive voice. It spoke of temptation and hidden desire. Elena erupted into pleasurable shivers.

"Are you that good?"

"Wouldn't you rather find out first hand?" He asked with that bewitching grin on his face.

In response, she made her way to the door with her latest catch in tow. She was looking forward to what would no doubt be a satisfying night.


When Elena opened the door to her apartment, she wasted no times divesting herself of her clothing. She didn't glance behind her to see her companion for evening was not doing the same. Instead, he had reached into his pocket for what looked like a piece of wood. He started waving them about muttering what sounded like gibberish to Elena. Elena finally turned around, but as she would find out, it was too late.

"What are you say-what are you doing?!" All of a sudden his demeanor had changed. He was no longer dark in a good way, but was scaring her. She started backing up.

"Well, to put it simply, I was hired to kill you," he finally spoke. His voice wasn't tempting anymore. It was cold and condescending.

"But why? I haven't done anything!" She proclaimed trying to understand the predicament she had found herself in.

"You're a squib of an important wizarding family, they feel your existence is a blight to their good name. Every second you breathe, they feel great shame. They paid me to get rid of you so no one ever discovers your connection to them." He said, but what he was saying made no sense to her.

Even amidst her panic she spared a moment to be completely puzzled. Squib? Wizarding? "You mean a wizard like wands and magic? You're completely mental!"

"It matters no difference if you believe it, or not. You're just a squib and I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you. You'll be dead soon and your death will serve multiple purposes. I will get paid and send a message to a few witches who need to be reminded of me. Their fear will be well worth how little I'm actually getting paid to do the all of this dirty work. Any last words? No? Good, let's begin the preparations. Crucio!" Elena had a split second to register more gibberish and the stick pointed at her before pain like she had ever known tore through her body. Knives. There were knives slicing her everywhere. They were peeling her skin and they were stabbing her in every place imaginable. There was so much pain and all she could do was scream and scream, she didn't know which way was up and which way was down. If asked, then she couldn't even have known her own name. After what felt like hours, the pain stopped and her throat felt so raw.

"Such precious screams you grace me with, sweetheart. I'd like to hear more. Sectumsempra!"

Now, she felt her skin slice open in several places and she could see her blood flow at an alarmingly fast pace. Elena just couldn't care anymore. She saw the awful man bend over her with a knife and when she thought she couldn't scream anymore, there were bloody screeches of pain ripping through her throat once again. He was carving something into her chest, but she was lost. Elena could barely remain conscious after the hours of Crucio's she had withstood before the Sectumsempra.

"Doll, why have you stopped screaming? I need to hear more screams. Beg for me. I want to hear you beg for your worthless life. Crucio!" He said that word again. She quickly found that word synonymous with pain and fear. She felt the fear moments before the pain was back. Never ending pain. Her bones were breaking and shattering over and over again, by now, Elena was sure that her bones no longer existed. She could feel her body arching in unnatural ways. The knives were back to slice and peel her into a bloody mess. She could hear herself scream and beg just like he wanted to. Only, she was begging for death instead of life. She could hear her pleading cries and she could tell they fell on deaf ears.

How did this night go so wrong? Her friends always said that handsome men would be her downfall. That was the last coherent thought Elena ever had for the brief time she would still be alive. Something in her mind had just snapped. It snapped just like a rubber band when stretched too far. All of a sudden the screams and begging stopped.

The man looked down at the filth on the floor and sneered in disgust. Her eyes were no longer seeing, or comprehending anything. She just stared at nothing and her head lolled from side to side with not a spark of intelligence, or sanity in those eyes. Not anymore. He knew his fun was over. "Avada Kedavra," he said with a lazy flick of his wand. The greatest kindness he could have done for her and she wasn't even aware of her own death. If anything, then that made him angrier.

He took a step back to admire his handiwork and he could feel his lips twitching into a cruel smile. He hunted up some paper and took out his special quill. His quill was a modified version of the one Umbridge used in Hogwarts, it still used blood as ink, but he could choose whose blood to use. He set to work on writing the perfect letter, his message had to be worded just right and leave no room for interpretation as to who it was aimed at. Oh my dear Granger, maybe now you won't meddle.


Harry Potter usually loved his job, but on cases like this one, he questioned why he subjected himself to such atrocities after living a childhood of them. He had arrived at the apartment of Elena Momson at seven a.m., took one look at the place, and could find no reason to blame Neville Longbottom for retching in the corner.

There was blood everywhere and an awful stench permeating the air. When he had been first told to go to this address, he had wondered why he would be visiting a muggle area of residence. However, on further observation of the crime scene, Harry felt the unmistakable chill spread through him that is always left over from Dark Magic.

If the chill hadn't been enough, then the Dark Mark carved into the woman's chest would have left no doubt. It was crudely done and that made it look all the more awful, especially since the blood red mess of it was bright against the deathly white skin of the poor woman. Well, what was left of her skin. He kept scanning the room while saying all the detection spells he knew. In quick succession, he said the spell for magical energy identification, dark spell identifier, and a spell to show how many people were involved. Harry expected a list of results to appear, but none of them worked.

None.

That was all that popped up whenever he cast the spells. It was frustratingly puzzling. He stood by the door in a stumped stupor when he was interrupted by the sound of Neville clearing his throat.

"Err…Harry, I found something and you are not going to like it," Neville said hesitantly. Harry looked at the paper in his partner's hands and with a quick spell confirmed it was written in Elena's blood. It was when Harry started reading it did the first tinglings of fear since the War came back to settle in the pit of his stomach.

"My Dearest Mudblood Granger,

Do you remember me? We met briefly three months ago and I fear that you may have forgotten our time together. I certainly haven't forgotten about you. Though our time in each other's company was short, I find myself longing for your company. The panic in your eyes before the flash of fire was quite tantalizing. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were teasing me, you swotty witch. You took something from me, however, and so you must be punished. Take this as a lesson Doll, this is only the first death that will happen. Her death is on your hands because Narcissa Malfoy didn't die when she was supposed to and every time you meddle in my affairs another witch will die. This one may have only been a squib, but the next one won't be. Keep your delectable bum out of my way and you will be most rewarded. I'll be dreaming of you because I'm sure your screams will be even more mouthwatering than this filthy squibs were.

Goodbye for now My Love,

The Witch Hunter"

Once he was done reading, Harry tensed in fear and anger. Whatever had happened in that alley, had caused Hermione to now be a target. A target for a sadistic sociopath. Great. Just fucking great. As a part time consultant for the DMLE, Hermione would no doubt be brought in on this considering it directly involved her. She wouldn't back off until this monster was caught. How was he supposed to keep the most determined, passionate, and bloody stubborn witch alive and safe from an unknown threat? Harry didn't know the answer and that scared him the most.