Disclaimer: Every Fanfiction author is actually JK in disguise – uh right. I don't own any of the characters, just the plots I put them in. Don't sue 'cos I only have 5 cents.

Authors Note: This will be an Aria Riddle/Lord Voldemort fic. Aria is how I imagine Harry to be as a girl. She will be prominent in a few more LV fics, and possibly even a Sevvie one. I have chapter two and the start of chapter 3 written, but I'm awaiting your reviews before I continue.

Warnings: Possible mentions of abuse and/or rape of the other girls (approximately 6) in this fic, depends on how the fic goes. This is also set in Ancient Greek times, as will at least one other of my fics (also and Aria/LV one, but under different circumstances, and the sequel will be a HP/LV one, set in the future after Aria's death.) This is also un-beatad as I just typed it up five minutes ago. Please review.

THE CONCUBINE

Chapter 1: Escaping

Aria wasn't quite sure what had happened. One minute she and her friends were laughing and running about, and the next they were being loaded onto a ship most likely to be sold as slaves in some foreign land.

At the moment they were sitting in the hold of the ship as it rocked and swayed in the stormy weather outside. One by one the girls were being ushered upstairs until only Aria remained, alone with two men dressed in black robes. One had a sour expression on his face, lank greasy hair and glittery onyx eyes. The other man had a pale complexion, white-blond hair and silver orbs that shone with malice.

"Oh, cheer up, Sev. Just because we're stuck down here doesn't mean that you won't have the chance rip open at least one of those pretty whores."

The dark-haired man – Sev – just glared at the arrogant blond who had spoken and growled warningly.

The blonde just ignored his darker counterpart and addressed Aria.

"Did you hear that, little one? If you're a good girl, Severus here might get to have a go first if he's lucky."

Aria just ignored his words – but it helped to rectify the situation for her. Obviously they were here for the crew's pleasure first and foremost, if not to be sold as slaves later.

Severus growled. "Shut up, Lucius and stop your fucking fantasising. We've got a job to do."

The blonde man retorted in kind, erupting in a heated argument that started Aria wondering if they had even realised that she was still in the room. Taking her chances she silently made her way over to the exit and quickly climbed the stairs and out onto the deck before anyone could spot her.

Seeing a darkened room and presuming it empty she quickly opened the door and stepped inside and out from the rain. She was too preoccupied to notice how the fire seemed to light itself in the grate as she took off her wet chiton and lay it out next to the fire to dry quicker. She then brought her naked body closer to the fire to warm up.

Entranced by the flames, she closed her eyes and let the warmth wash over her, never noticing the pair of eyes in the shadows, appraising her every move.

t.b.c.

Well? What do you think? Please review.

Aria

A chiton is a Greek dress. Like a sheet folded around the body and tied with a belt and broaches or pins at the shoulders. (Nothing was worn underneath – or at least in this fic).