The Good Guys

Summary: Draco wants a fresh start and joins the Ministry of Magic, but because of his past he is stuck on the Minor-Magical Crimes Unit. And not only are the cases ridiculous, he also gets stuck with the last partner on earth he thought he'd ever work with: Luna Lovegood. D/L

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the TV show "The Good Guys". This story is based on the television show.

A/N: The characters who are named in the Eight Snakes are all made up and are not found in the actual Harry Potter stories.

Case #5

The Eight Snakes

Luscious Malfoy was not the creator of the Eight Snakes. He had been there at the creation, but he was not the cause. He was a little eleven-year-old boy standing on the precipice of his time at Hogwarts and was lonely to be honest. He never admitted it for a moment and when he was quickly introduced to the world as a Slytherin, he took his place as one of only eight boys to enter the Slytherin House that year. It was a rare occasion, having such few boys and so many girls. That's why the eight boys stuck together. Girls were gross when you were eleven, so they created their own spot in the common room and enjoyed each others company for their seven long years of friendship and commodore. It was actually another Slytherin who suggested that they go back nick names, one Alexander Smith, the smallest boy of the group who didn't hit his teenage puberty high until almost the end of his sixteenth year when his voice finally changed and he was almost seven feet tall.

The day that these eight decided this as a group was a sunny afternoon only a week after they had come together as schoolmates in Hogwarts. They were all gathered in the courtyard under a few trees, playing with floating objects and their wands when Alexander suddenly blurted out the suggestion that they create this secret group. The "leader" of the group backed up Alexander. Thomas Gibson liked the idea of keeping the group a secret from the endless girls that flooded the common room. Gibson and his twin brother, Daniel, both agreed that it was the best plan in the world. The other boys simply followed suit. The group then had to go about deciding who was named what and what the overall theme was. Alexander decided theme, only because he liked the idea of the group being united, despite Fredrick's best efforts to be called "Bunny Killing Machine." Alexander was once again backed and he went with the obvious choice of the group being called the Snakes. While it was not original, it was a good start and finally James Ester decided that the name should start with the number in the group to make it sound cooler. And thus the Eight Snakes were born and the boys all went back to their books to pick their own snake name.

This secret society did not end with the graduation of the boys. No this group continued on, even in the Death Eaters and the first War. The Dark Lord knew nothing of the group, but Lucious did make use of his contacts in case of need. It was thanks to Anderson Crown that the Dark Lord even began to think about the prophecy after the rumors had already surfaced. The Eight Snakes were tight and close, a brotherhood and those bonds did not die with the arrests and end of the Wars.

That's why Draco Malfoy had to take advantage of knowing all of this. He knew that the Eight were still out there somewhere. He had not heard from anyone since the end of the War, but then again, they never really bothered with him when they did come around. He was too young and too naïve to understand the complexities of being a Death Eater and its responsibilities. Draco was not going to argue that anymore. The tattoo on his arm plagued him endlessly. He never told any of this to anyone, it would mean the end of his career as a proud Malfoy descendant. But he did reveal to Luna Lovegood his knowledge of the Eight Snakes, knowing that it was far too late to trust in the ideals his father held up so high when he was growing up. She seemed rather interested in the idea of being a part of some secret society like that. Draco went to remind her that she had been a part of Dumbledore's Army when she was in school. She only replied with a distant smile.

"So, the whole point of all of this is get to the bottom of this lamp thing. I think that someone in the Eight gave that lamp to that Muggle woman to create problems for the Ministry. Having an item that dangerous and that dipped in Dark Magic has got to be difficult for someone to move by themselves. I think that the Eight Snakes have come back together, my dad excluded for obvious reasons, and are planning something."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why go through all of the trouble? It seems pointless to give a silly soul sucking item to a single Muggle. Why not plague thousands if that is the ultimate goal?" Luna asked, and for a moment he was certain she had outwitted him, but only for a moment.

"We'll just have to find that out ourselves," he said quickly, not wanting to admit being stunned by anyone as crazy as Luna Lovegood. He was actually kind of glad to have her as a partner, so his crazy theory about a secret society didn't seem that farfetched to her at all.

They were both walking down a long narrow alley towards the back entrance of Alexander Smith's home. He was very tucked away after the end of the War. He still held his ideals that Muggles were worthless and that anyone who wasn't pure blooded deserved to head to an early grave. Draco thought about not taking Luna, but decided against it because she actually was pure blooded, despite all the crazy. There wasn't a speck of Muggle anywhere in her family, and that's what got you respect with these older guys. She skipped alongside him, wearing her large purple hat and lime green robes that made his eyes hurt when he looked at her. He was dressed in his black summer's best, carrying an umbrella as the rain pour down on them once again. The rounded a corner and the small narrow alley got dramatically worse as there was only one place left to go. A small door and a sign saying "All is Lost" was hanging on the door that Draco knocked on twice.

"Who are you?" came a voice from the other side, an eye appearing at the top of the doorframe.

"It's me, Mr. Smith. Its Draco Malfoy. You knew my father," Draco said in his usual cold demeanor and the door slowly opened.

"Draco? Who's that?"

"Luna Lovegood!" Luna said, holding out his hand to offer him a cookie that she had brought in her pocket. He was tall, brooding and his face was covered in pre-mature wrinkles and his hair already had too much gray mixed in the black. He did not take the cookie but he did seem suspicious.

"We've come to ask if you know anything about Cleopatra's Asp?" Draco said in a low voice and Smith snapped his head back to him.

"Really?"

"It's a really interesting subject."

"By all means, come in," he said in a low voice, allowing them to pass. Draco was certain there was a charm on the door that only would allow pure bloods by because he felt a little woozy after walking through. Luna skipped through the door with no problem and began to look around the cramped house. It was dark and musky, covered in endless piles of parchment and large squishy couches falling apart and fifty grandfather clocks constantly ticking in every corner imaginable. Smith had always been obsessed with knowing what time it was.

"Please, sit," he said, walking over to a large black chair and sitting down, making a tray with tea appear on the broken coffee table. Luna helped herself and Draco sat with his elbows on his knees, his hands folded. "So what is this all about, Draco?"

"Do you know anything about a lamp that is able to steal souls?" Draco asked, trying to read Smith's reaction.

"Lamps that steal souls? Not that I know of," Smith said, trying to play coy but he was also always a bad liar. If anyone really pressed him, he'd quickly tell you he had been a Death Eater and where the Dark Lord was hiding out. Probably why he was never really activated for service under the Dark Lord during his short reign.

"Luna and I work for the Ministry and we encountered a case involving a Muggle woman who suddenly came into possession of a lamp that attempted to steal her neighboring witch's soul."

"Well, you can't trust those Muggles. They pretend like they don't want to take over our world, but they do nothing but infest our world with their nonsense," Smith said almost matter-of-factly. If he spoke like this anywhere near the Ministry the Mistress of Magic might find him a new roomy cell in Azkaban for slander against the Muggles' good names. Draco looked to Luna to see that she was enjoying a cookie and not really paying any attention.

"I remember one summer when Father brought me to the Eight Snakes meeting, and I swear that I saw this exact lamp at Mr. Thomas Gibson's apartment in London," Draco said, pulling out the picture he had taken of the lamp the day before. Smith looked placidly at the photo but his shaking tea cup was enough to convince Draco that something was going on with these Eight Snakes who were supposed to have been disbanded after all of these dormant years.

"Lovely clocks," Luna suddenly said, looking over a grandfather clock that had golden moons for hands. She was now exploring the rest of the room while Draco tried to break Smith. He was trying to put pressure enough on him to make him crack and spill the entire plan to messing with an, while he may not like to admit it fully, innocent Muggle woman who didn't do anything to anyone. But Smith didn't break under his questions, he managed to keep his big trap shut. Unfortunately for Draco and Luna, that is. So Draco changed tactics.

"Well, we have to get going to the office," Draco said, indicating to Luna, though she was busy watching a clock with ballerinas tell her it was almost ten in the morning. She had to be dragged by her robes out of the small house and Smith waved his goodbyes. Draco and Luna rounded the narrow corner and stopped, Draco looking over his shoulder.

"Why did we stop?" Luna asked innocently.

"Smith is nervous about something and he's about to go tell whomever he's working for why he's nervous and ask what his next step should be. I have a feeling I know where this little charade of his is going to end…"

Just like Draco predicted, Smith came out of his house dressed like he was in a hurry and quickly made his way down to Diagon Alley.

- Spelling was a little hard for me today, doing most of this Harry Potter stuff from memory because the books are boxed up and Google too hard to type in computer... gawd I'm lazy... Anywho. Thanks for reading!

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