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Chapter Two

The next time Scabior saw his poison child... she wasn't a child anymore. That much was clear. She wasn't the little girl who sacraficed a kiss to find the boys who were teasing her. She was a woman now, sharp features, thin body, and a pair of shades dimming her eyesight. She stood beside some toad looking woman, pointing him out in the dark cell. Her brown hair she had once worn free was pulled into a severe ponytail at the top of her head. He looked up at her through the haze of dispair and instantly recognized her. Not by the way she looked, no she looked completely diffrent, but by the smell. That sickly sweet smell that surrounded her and cut off your airway. He couldn't see through her glasses, but the small smile that tugged at her peach colored lips let him know that she remembered him.

"Prisoner number two-one-two-three-two-eight-three-zero," the pink clad woman said after clearing her throat. Scabior turned his gaze to the woman and raised a brow. "Please stand and approach the door."

The Tracker pulled himself to his feet and as best as he could, swaggered towards the cell door, his eyes back on the youngest Malfoy. She tilted her head an watched him as well, her porcelain skin glowing in the wand light she held.

"Henderson Scabior, aged twenty-five, wand snapped upon capture-"

"That's no matter. He'll retrieve another one. Let him out Dolores," Clover said, snatching the clipboard the woman held out of her hand. She walked down the aisle, her tongue pressing against her cheek in anger as wolfwhistles came from the men around her. Scabior growled at them, making the toad look up fearfully. "We dont have all day Dolores. Would you like me to let your new boss know your not following orders?"

At those words, the toad opened his cage rather quickly stepping aside to let the man out. He grinned wolfishly at her before turning to see the young girl smirking at him. His eyes roamed over her muggle-clad body. Tight black jeans, tucked into knee high hiking boot, a gray tanktop covered with a black, red, and yellow plaid buttonup. Behind him Umbridge cleared her throat again and Clover turned handing her the clipboard.

"The ones with checks next to them, please, Dolores. Have them at the minestry wanded and... proper looking. They have someone very important to meet tonight." Men craned their necks watching her walk away and as some of their doors opened cheers were let out from some, groans from others. Scabior simply smiled as a very frightened Dolores led them out of their prison.

Out of the rags and into something more fitting, Scabior followed the ugy toad that had freed him from his cell into a small office inside the minestry. It was away from the lower floors and he couldn't have been more thankful. He didn't think he could stand being there again. The room was crowed with all the people in it. Different smells, they all made his head spin and the throbbings of a headache began quickly. He raised a dirty hand to his forehead, rubbing small circles into th skin there.

Once again, he smelt her before he saw her. The pain left, instead turning to a tightening of his throat. His head popped up as the door opened. She was accompanied by two others, one he recognized as her cous- brother. Draco, his name was. The boy was pale and gaunt, eyes darting quickly about the room. The other was a taller man, with a pointed beard and small eyes. He was the one who spoke to them, hands clasped behind his back, and the two Malfoy's flanking him on either side.

"You've been selected. Each of you for your unique talents and abilities to find things, or people, or whatever it is you all do. Either way, youve been selected. You will each make teams amongst yourselves to work for the Minestry. Snatchers. For each Undesirerable you bring in will be gold in your pockets. Go ahead then. I'll leave you in more qualified hands now," the man said, looking back at Clover. She gave a nod,her face never changing from it's blank stare.

Scabior, watched him as he left, but his eyes turned back to the girl quickly. She was looking at them all, eyes sharp. "Well, you heard him! Get into your groups, I'm sure your all aqauinted some what."

She turned her back to the group, talking to Draco instead. He nodded along, eyes flickering over the exconvicts of the feared prison. He was scared to death, Scabior could smell it on him. He looked around quickly, pointing at a couple of guys. He didn't care who he had, he would be the main Snatcher, he'd do all the work. The rest were just following rules. As they joined him, he walked towards the front, shoving others out of the way.

Clearing his throat he tapped the girl on the shoulder. "Eh, Princess. I've got mine. Now what?" He crossed hs arms waiting for her to turn. But it was the bloke who spoke up. He took a box from his sister and pulled out five red armbands.

"They're enchanted so only snatchers employed by the Minestry can wear them. Make sure you kep them on. Especially when your turning in your snatch of the week. You'll get paid more than freelancers. You lose it, that's your problem. You'll get your list in he artrium."

Scabior's jaw tightened as he continued to glare at the girl who haunted his dreams. She didn't turn towards him once. "'lrght, you lot. 'et's go so we can get to work."

He glanced once more at the youngest Malfoy, but she didn't look up and aknowledge him. That was just fine. He didnt need her too. He was out and ready to go Snatch him some people. It had been far to long since his nose had done anything useful.

A/N: Not long, I know and I'm sooooo sorry. But I hope you'll like it either way. Thanks for all the follows, they're really great! ^.^ Oh and sorry for errors, My computer is being extremely stupid and spell check wont work and I'm horrible at it in real life. So yeah...