No Strings Attached
Chapter 1Hello :) I hope you like this fic. I'm not a brilliant writer but I try my best. I don't own anything except Dalia. It all belongs to the amazing J.K Rowling, without her none of this would be possible.
Dalia hayfield is a pureblood witch. She was sorted into Slytherin house and she left Hogwarts one year ago. She is the only member of her family that wasn't sorted into Gryffindor for over four
generations. When her parents found out that Dalia was sorted into Slytherin they were a little shocked but treated Dalia all the same. Dalia knew that they were a little disappointed when she wasn't sorted into Gryffindor. Her parents were members of the order and fully supported Harry Potter. Dalia wasn't so keen on him which separated her from them a little.
As the years pasted when she was at Hogwarts she distanced herself more and more from her parents. Dalia always kept things to herself and never told anyone about her feelings. Dalia didn't trust anyone not even her parents. At Christmas and Easter holidays Dalia always stayed at school. She liked it when it was quiet and she could have time alone with her thoughts. Her parents sent letters weekly which Dalia would ignore and never reply.
When she was in her seventh year her parents asked her if she wanted to join the order. Dalia declined and after she finished school she lost contact with her parents all together.
Dalia was never on a side in the up coming war. She didn't care about blood purity but she also didn't care about Harry potter the 'goodie two shoes' celebrity that gets loads of sympathy all because his parents died. But as most of her friends had parents that were death eaters she tended to support the Dark Lord more.
After she left Hogwarts she found a small apartment on top of a bookshop in Knockturn ally. It was basic and there was a pub next door so there was a lot of noise pollution from the regulars. There was one medium sized window looking out on the ally. The apartment didn't get much light and the walls were painted black.
There was a small bathroom which was just about usable. The shower, toilet and sink were a murky yellow colour and there was a light bulb hanging in the centre. The kitchen only had the basic equipment in it and most of it was covered in soot and dirt. There was a single bed opposite the kitchen and there was a two person black leather sofa near the front door. It was incredibly worn and there was a rip down one side. It wasn't anything special but it was home.
Up until recently Dalia worked as a waitress at the pub next to her apartment. She hated it but it paid her rent and other bills with a bit left on the side for food and of course alcohol. When she worked there she would always get hit on by 'pathetic drunk and lonely basterds' as Dalia liked to call them.
One night was a particularly bad shift. It was extremely crowed and she could hardly breathe with all the tobacco being smoked and alcohol being consumed. "Oi sexy lady give us another round would you!" a regular called. Dalia rolled her eyes and quickly served them their beer. As she was walking back to the bar he slapped her bum. Dalia whipped around and pointed her wand at the man. Usually she would just ignore it but tonight was different. "Do that again and I will rip your balls off." Dalia snarled. She shot daggers at the man with her emerald green eyes before turning back to the bar.
Things only got worse when some idiot spilt a whole pint of beer down her blouse. She swore at him before walking into the disgusting bathroom to clean herself up. It was even grottier than her own. She could hardly see herself in the mirror. After she wiped most of it off she opened the door. Before she could even step outside two large hands grabbed her arms and threw her against the hard wall. Her head hit the wood and she was immediately dizzy.
The man ripped her blouse open, breaking all of the buttons and his hands roughly searched her chest. Before Dalia could regain any sense of what was happening his lips came crashing down onto hers. His breath stank of cigarettes and beer. Dalia snapped back into reality when he did this. She kicked him between the legs. He immediately let go and howled in pain. "Oh you basterd, stupefy!" Dalia yelled.
The man flew backwards and hit the opposite wall of the pub hard. He slipped onto the floor, unconscious. A trickle of blood ran down his head. As soon as she said the spell she regretted it. "DALIA!" Dalia closed her eyes and turned around. Her boss was furious. "Your fired!" every pair of eyes in the pub were on her. Dalia just got her bag from the bar and stormed out of the pub, making sure to slam the door shut as she left. She knew that there was no way she could talk herself out of being fired so she just bought a large bottle of firewiskey and finished the whole bottle before slipping into a fitful sleep.
It had been almost a month since she had been fired and she was still looking for a job. She was in desperate need of money to pay her rent and her landlord was threatening to evict her. Dalia would get up late in the morning, make a cup of coffee and search through the job section in the Daily Profit. After circling three or more jobs she would get changed into her best blouse and skirt and spend the day going to different places in the hope that someone would accept her. After a long day of searching she would get home and finish a bottle of strong alcohol to help her get to sleep.
Today was no different to any other day. She had just gone to four job interviews and they all said the same thing 'we will get back to you.' which basically means no. It was late and the only source of light was from dimly lit pubs and shops. It was cold as it was late November and she was only wearing a thin blouse and short skirt. She crossed her arms around her chest and hugged herself tight to try to keep herself warm.
She turned to go into a deserted ally. It was silent apart from her high heels clicking on the cobble pavement. Her medium black hair fell in front of her face. She tucked it behind her ears. Not looking where she was going she walked into something hard. Dalia gasped and stumbled backwards, nearly falling over as her heel got caught in a gap between one of the cobbles. When Dalia regained her balance she looked up at the person that had stopped her walking.
Some of his features were hidden in the dim light but she could tell that he had a strong bone structure. He had wild long brown hair with a single red streak in it loosely tied back by a black ribbon. A few stray pieces fell from the ribbon and hung by his face. He was wearing a long black leather coat that somehow resembled her sofa and a military style waistcoat. He wore tight plaid pants and brown combat boots. He had a fingerless glove on one hand and a ring with a stag head on it on the other.
"Hello beautiful." he smirked. He had a strong cockney accent but it suited him. If Dalia wasn't already pissed off she was now. "Goodbye." Dalia started to move past the mysterious man. He grabbed her wrist and Dalia whipped around and felt for her wand in her back pocket but it was missing. "Get off me!" she yanked her wrist out of his hand. He was holding her wand between his fingers. "Come on love, give us a chance." he pouted.
Dalia rolled her eyes, "Us? There are more of you?" Dalia slowly made a 360 degree turn and saw at least half a dozen men circling her. She turned back to the man that had her wand. She poked at his upper arm. There was a red piece of cloth tied around it. "Your snatchers aren't you?" he nodded. Dalia sighed. "I'm pureblood you idiot. Just give me back my wand now and stop wasting my time." Dalia snatched her wand from the man and stormed off.
"Are you just going to let her go boss? What if she's lying?" a man asked. "I'll take care of this one lads." He replied. There were several loud cracks and they disapparated. Dalia was walking at a speedy pace down the ally. She wanted to get home as soon as possible without any more annoying interruptions. "Who do these stupid basterds think they are!" she thought. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when a pair of rough hands pushed her against the damp stone wall.
Before she could even think about getting away he pinned her against the wall. His body pressed against her own and he held both of her hands above her head with her own. "I don't think we were quite finished." he breathed onto her face. He had a strange aroma. It was a cross between tobacco, smoke from a fire, pine and firewiskey. "Get off me!" Dalia tried to peel herself from the man holding her. "I will let you go after I've asked you a few questions. First, what's your blood status?"
Dalia sighed. "I've already told you I'm pureblood! Now just leave me alone and spend your time harassing other women but not me!" she spat. A smirk plastered itself across his face, "What do they call you my lovely?" He got a lock of her hair and twisted it in his fingers. "Dalia Hayfield." She had given up. The faster she answered the questions the faster she could get away from the man.
"Well Miss. Hayfield am I right in saying that you are the daughter of Peter and Anne Hayfield?" His face was inches away from hers. Dalia closed her eyes for a moment and nodded her head. "They are members of the order aren't they?" He smirked. "Yes but I haven't seen them in almost two years. I'm not with them and I never will be. I was sorted into Slytherin house. You won't get any information about them from me you probably know more about them then I do."
The man loosened his grip on her wrists. He could tell that she wasn't lying. He was always good at reading people's expressions and seeing if they were lying or not. It was one of his many talents. "Has it finally got into your head now?" Dalia glared at him. The man let go of her and stepped away. "The names Scabior. Happy to meet you, ever so sorry to waste your time." He bowed sarcastically. Dalia rolled her eyes and picked up her wand which she dropped when he pushed her against the wall.
"To apologize for my mistake may I buy you a drink?" Dalia knew that this was just another of his cheesy pick up lines but she could really do with a drink, her supply was empty and she had no money. She wasn't going to pass up his offer. "All right one drink."
The nearest pub was only a minute's walk away. Scabior held the door open and gestured her to go in. "Ladies first." Dalia walked inside. The pub was quite similar to the one she worked in before. She sat down in a booth in the corner. "Any requests?" He asked. "Something strong." Dalia replied. She wanted to forget all about work for a while. Scabior nodded and walked over to the bar to order the drinks. Dalia just stared at him. She smiled, "He could be a nice guy if he wasn't so dam cocky." Dalia thought.
Scabior walked over with two large bottles of firewiskey. "Thank you." She smiled. Scabior sat opposite her. The lighting was better in the pub and she could see his features more. They studied each others faces. Scabior had lightning blue eyes. They were some what beautiful but scary at the same time. His face was covered in dirt and he had dark circles under his eyes. Some people would think he was homeless the way he was dressed. But Dalia liked it. He was differed and alluring.
She had emerald green eyes that pieced his soul. They were shadowed under thick mascara and layers of black eyeliner. Her straight, black hair fell down to just below her shoulders. She had pale skin which contrasted perfectly with her rosy red lips. "What is a pretty little minx doing out here at this time of night by yourself?" Scabior asked. Dalia took a swig of her drink. She smiled as the burning liquid ran down her throat making her feel warm.
"Well if you must know I was looking for a job." Scabior cocked his head to the side. "How come?" Scabior asked. "I worked as a waitress for a pub next to my apartment until some scruffy basterd thought it was okay to pin himself against me and suck my face off. I stunned him and he got pretty hurt so I was fired." Dalia took another large swig of firewiskey.
"I thought I had seen you before." Dalia gave a quick half-hearted smile. There was a long pause before Scabior said "You still looking for one?" Dalia looked at him. "Yeah why?" She asked. "I have one. It's pays well." Dalia was interested now. "What is it?" She edged forwards eager to find out. "You can be a snatcher." He said plainly. Dalia laughed but quickly stopped when she saw the look on his face. "You're serious." Dalia said. Scabior nodded.
"W-well I'm not really sure if it's the right job for me." Dalia drained that last of her drink. "Really? You sound like you need the money and you look like you could run fast and your quite feisty." he winked and Dalia rolled her eyes. "You're perfect!" She stared at him. She desperately needed the money. "If I were to say yes could I just stay for as long as I want? What I mean to say is can I just leave when I've got enough money?" Scabior took one last swig of his drink and said, "You don't need to sign a contract love." he smirked.
"No strings attached?" Dalia asked. "No strings attached." Scabior replied. Dalia smiled. "Listen, you don't need to decide tonight. I will be outside here tomorrow at noon. Meet me here if you want the job." Dalia stood up from the booth and Scabior followed. "Will do." Scabior took her hand and gently kissed it. "It's been a pleasure meeting you." He winked. Dalia smiled and disapparated.
She landed outside her apartment door. She opened it and stepped inside a large smile still present on her face. She couldn't be bothered to get changed into her pyjamas. Her head was still full of thoughts. She stumbled over to her bed and wriggled out of her skirt and blouse leaving her in her underwear. She fell onto her bed and for the first time in weeks she slept perfectly.
Well there you go. This is a long chapter (for me) so I don't think the next chapters will be this long. I will probably be updating every weekend. I start school this week so I will have lots of work to do plus I have another fic called "The Struggle" which I am currently working on. I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I would love to hear from you guys. Thank you for reading. :)