Cold, dark eyes stared into his stormy grey ones.

“Find her; you'll be greatly rewarded.” The snakelike tongue flickered as he spoke

The figure stood before his Lord. “She could be anywhere, my Lord.”

“I don't want your doubt, I want your results. You haven't failed me yet. You would do anything for your Lord, wouldn't you?” The dark eyes raked over his minion, narrowing slightly as he leaned forward and staring straight into him.

“Yes, my Lord,” The servant bowed his head, breaking the eye contact.

He leaned back once again “Then find her. Bring my daughter to me Draco.”

Draco sat thinking in the study of the Malfoy Manor. Why give the task to him? Why not his father or one of the others? Because Draco was loyal, and showed results. The Dark Lord wanted a fresh new army and he was gathering it quickly. He needed young, virile blood in his ranks from the Harry Potter generation. Draco made a sour face as he pushed up from the huge easy chair in his study. Harry Potter, a name he had been brought up to hate since birth. Then at school, he'd learned to loathe it. A generation of heroes, rights activists, half-breeds, and blood traitors. He knew you were what you were raised to be. Until that is Harry Potter… raised in neglect, abuse, hatred, and disgust by Muggles. Yet, he still stood today against the “dark side”. He had changed the mould, even denying that his fate was in Slytherin. He changed everything. All these years that stuck with Draco something he couldn't shake off.  

He walked over to the cabinet and poured himself a drink. Now he had to find and kidnap the enemy's most precious asset, the daughter of the Dark Lord. He had very little to go on, except that he knew Dumbledore had her hidden after Voldemort disappeared. So, get into the old mans head. He thought for a while and had a hunch and decided to follow it. He pulled open his study door.

“Goyle,” A tall dark haired man appeared. “Round up any information concerning what Dumbledore did the year Potter was born.” Draco quickly shut the door in his face after he nodded. Draco went to his bookcase, looking for a few references. Knowing Dumbledore he would put her in a place they wouldn't suspect. They had all waited for the day they would be sent after the girl. Voldemort bred the ultimate weapon; unfortunately he hadn't planned on Harry. Dumbledore found her and hid her before Lucius got her causing him severe punishment when the Dark Lord returned. Lucius had the lashing scars from the anger of his lord. Draco had been his only redemption at the time.

Draco was the young, promising Death Eater whom Voldemort smiled upon. Lucius, being the right hand man he was, had now made a slot for Draco, and they were as far up the chain of command you could get. He was actually exhilarated to finally be going to get her. The talks over when they were going and where she was had been rumours among the Death Eaters since before the Dark Lords return. Knowing Dumbledore, he had her well hidden. Draco had spent seven years studying the old man though and his ways. He knew Harry Potter was one of her protectors as well now. He knew the 'golden trio' knew where she was. The best ploy was to let on that she was in no danger still, that Voldemort didn't want her yet. Knowing she was Voldemort's blood, he was surprised she hadn't been killed. Dumbledore always did see the good in everyone though, which would be his undoing. There was no good in Voldemort's blood. Draco smirked to himself. He wondered if she even knew who she was. What kind of crap had Dumbledore and the others had fed her? She was destined for this, was born for this. Just like him.

 He stayed up all night going over papers, information and making connections. It was going to be a lot of work Dumbledore had covered his tracks very well, and Draco was getting the impression that Dumbledore kept moving her. He continued to flip through papers as a knock was heard at the study door.

“Come in” He called not looking up. He didn't have to look up to know who it was.

“Have you found her yet?” Lucius stood inside the door as it closed.

Draco continued his search of the paper in front of him. “I wouldn't still be sitting here if I had.”

“Insolence will not be tolerated.” Lucius leaned over the desk at him. Draco looked up at him over his eyeglasses.

“If you hadn't lost her, I wouldn't have to find her,” he challenged, a sarcastic smirk playing across his lips.

Lucius eyes narrowed. “Make sure you don't make my mistakes,” he threatened.

'I already have' Draco thought to himself as Lucius exited the room. He looked back down at the papers. He knew it was there. He looked at the new information that had been given to him. They didn't know where the headquarters for the Order was. She wouldn't be with them though. They would have her secluded, just in case. She wouldn't be with anybody else. She would get the same visitor or visitors. It would be risky moving her about. They tried to make it look like they did though.

'You're smarter then this Draco' he chanted to himself. This would be the ultimate task and he would be higher then his father to the Dark Lord if he could return his daughter. He sneered. Somewhere close to them but someplace they would think she was safe secluded by herself. Someplace one of them would visit regularly. Wait! Draco looked through the papers. Since Harry's birth, Dumbledore had made regular trips to Ireland for a conference, every summer. They played Ireland at the Quidditch Cup. That's it! Malfoy smiled. “Good Play old man. Right under our noses”

Draco got up and went down to the parlour. “Zabini, gather up Macnair, and Greyback. I've found her”

Zabini grinned. “I'm on it”

“We leave in an hour” Draco told him. Blaise nodded and was off. He closed his door and his smiled widened. He was going to be rewarded greatly. He took the top people just in case. They didn't know what they were going to be dealing with, protection wise. She shouldn't be a problem, or so he thought.

Her head reared back in laughter at the people around her. Once in a lifetime she got to leave that bloody house. She was alone most of the time. They would occasionally visit, though seldom, for protection reasons. She had been closely guarded since birth and even more so the last seven years. She had been trained, and trained, and trained some more for the last seven years. They all knew there would come a day and he would want her. She was his heir. That would be something huge with the snake, since he was so big on pure blood. He would want his own flesh and blood to succeed, something she would never do. She had to admit, she was very well trained. She knew her way around plenty of dark magic thanks to her friends and Dumbledore. She looked outside as she walked to the balcony and the breeze ran over her. Time was going to run out for her sooner or later. She knew it would probably be sooner rather than later.

Dumbledore's eyes scanned her and knew as well her luck for time was running out. She was 21, and the Dark Lord had risen again seven years ago. There was barely any sand left in their side of the hourglass. He could only hope they had prepared her for this war. She had had to give up her life and live in anonymity. She hadn't been able to go to school except for one year, almost a full year. They'd had to extract her quickly as the Death Eaters attacked. She had been secluded to that house. It really wasn't fair to her.