All Drago wanted to do was be back in Whitechapel with Fiona. Spend all his time laying in bed with her, listening to how she spoke and the way she breathed and feeling her head beat as they held each other close. He didn’t want to be fighting this blood war for people who were only using him. The Death Eaters saw him as nothing more than a dog and of course that made his blood boil.

Here he was still in New Zealand tracking down another boy with the same damned name and genes as he. At least he had gotten Billie on his side. She would be able to help in this great Greyback hunt. Right about now she was probably in Egypt trying to find one of their sisters. He could only hope that things went smoothly for her. Drago was still not sure she would be able to really do everything they would be asked to do.

There was sure to be so much death. A lot of it from the pack that he was forming now. If Fiona ever found out really what the Death Eaters were asking of him, and what he had agreed to, he just hoped she could forgive him. He had to keep her safe and this was the only way he knew how.

This Katsu… he might be harder to convince than Billie. There was little leverage that Drago could use. Hopefully his family was enough encouragement to just join the cause without a fuss. Drago knew that there was a good chance that most of his siblings would hate anything that had to do with the Death Eaters. He knew well that Billie was even a half blood. If things did not turn out how he planned she would more than likely be killed by the masked people for not being pure despite helping them rise. Of course he wanted to turn on the Death Eaters but he needed more than just a couple people on his side.

The campus of Aridorn was bustling with students getting to their next class in a scramble to get through the tale end of the semester. The winter creeping in on Australia. Different of course to the warm rains of England this time of year. He had a paper of information on his brother and a picture in his pocket. He knew the face he was looking for and the smell of the blood that would be rushing through the boys veins now he just had to find him in the crowd.