Hello. I've never written anything like this before or posted a story on here so please be gentle. I know everyone likes reviews and it can be a pain in the arse giving them but I would really appreciate any feedback you could give and any advice in where I could improve. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!

Chapter 1:

As she approached the sweeping drive Layla Silver was scared. She wasn't a woman that was intimidated easily but, even if it wasn't for the stories the other girls told she would have found this house, no….. mansion, daunting. As the towering gate opened on her approach she could have sworn one of the gargoyles flagging the entrance twitched in her direction, she shrugged it off as her imagination but increased her pace regardless and quickly reached the large oak door. Before Layla could raise her hand to the brass knocker the door swung open to reveal a tall, broad man with striking blonde hair that flowed down his back. The man wore long sweeping black robes and a well practiced sneer as he glared down at the prostitute;

"How did you get in here?"

"I….the gate…..I'm here to see… er… a Mr Crouch."

"Merlin's sake, not again!" Sneered Malfoy as he turned away from Layla back into the house.

"CARROW!" The yell was followed quickly by the sight of a short, overweight man sliding around the corner from the direction of one of the sitting rooms.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy sir?"

"Go and fetch Crouch, another one of his whores is here." Layla had heard too much of this to be offended, if she was honest all her energy was taken up trying not to leg it to take offence anyway.

The tubby Carrow waddled off to the top of the house, he knocked lightly on the door, when there was no answer he rapped loudly and waited.

"What?" Called Bartimus Crouch Junior.

"Your….erm…friend is here to see you Mr Crouch. Mr Malfoy sent me to tell you."

"Bring her in then." Came the hiss.

"She's not…..er…...Mr Malfoy told me to come and get you Sir."

Silence.

"I'll…. erm….. just bring her up then Mr Crouch." Conceded Carrow; as much as he disliked taking orders from anyone but his Master, he didn't want to get on the wrong side of Barty Crouch. His acts of loyalty to the Dark Lord and cruelty to all that opposed him were legendary among the Death Eaters.

Carrow scurried down the three flights of stairs as quickly as his stubby legs would carry him, he really didn't want to get on the wrong side of Crouch or Malfoy if he was honest. He really did associate with some nasty characters in his line of work.

The whore was waiting just inside the door when Carrow descended the last flight. How the hell does he do it? Thought the Death Eater as he approached the frightened woman. As he approached, Carrow, non-so subtly, looked Layla up and down, God Crouch was a lucky son of a bitch, even for a muggle she still looked good.

"Come" grunted Carrow. Layla followed obediently. He best be a bloody good tipper…and fit hopefully, thought Layla as she followed Carrow. God, I hope he's not related to this fat git.

Carrow led the whore up the final flight of stairs; maybe Crouch will let me have a go when he's finished with the bitch. As he approached Barty's door Carrow rapped smartly and left Layla alone, giving her one last longing look as he fled down the stairs.

Layla waited outside the door trying to calm herself. Come on Layla! You've done this a thousand times, he's just a bloke…but what about Kim and Jess? Slowly the door creaked open, Layla steeled herself and walked into the room.

The room was dark when she entered but despite that she could just make out the shape of a man sat in a high back chair, long legs crossed, peering over the top of interlaced fingers.

"Hello sweetheart" grinned the man as his tongue flicked out of his mouth.

Layla suddenly felt very small, she would have liked to follow that fat guy after all.

Let me know if it's worth carrying on!