Lindsay was walking home from work she just couldn't wait to get to her house and put her feet up. She was in the park and the news her mother told her last night was unbelievable. How could she drop a bombshell like that? Lindsay couldn't get the news out of her head then all of a sudden she heard a voice,

"Hello, beautiful"

Lindsay looked all round for the voice and she spotted where it came from. There was a man leaning against a tree to her left. He was wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt and tartan style trousers. His hair was long, brown with a red streak through it and also, weirdly, he was wearing eyeliner.

"What did you just say?" Lindsay replied.

"I said," the man answered her, "hello beautiful. Jeez there's hardly a sound in this bloody park and you still couldn't hear me." He was laughing now and Lindsay found herself getting pissed off with him.

"O, piss off, no harm mate but I wish I didn't hear you the second time because you're nothing but an ignorant bastard."

With that the man scowled at her, he did look really angry but Lindsay wasn't worried, she had more important things on her mind she had to get home.

She didn't get too far ahead of him when she felt a thud on the back of her head then all went black.

When Lindsay awoke she wasn't in the park anymore, she was in some type of wooded area, the man wasn't about but she knew he would be back soon, how she knew she didn't know, but she just had that feeling. Her head was sore where she got hit there's bound to be a bump there. She tried to move but her hands and feet were tied together.

She heard rustling noises coming her way and assumed it was the stranger, she was right within a few seconds he was right in front of her. Very quickly he lit a blazing fire, and light shone round them. Then he turned and looked her straight in the face then said:

"I've got a few questions for you, and you better answer truthfully. If you don't I won't be responsible for my actions, understand?"

"Yes," Lindsay replied, "I understand, but what if there's thing I don't want to tell you?"

"Like what?"

"I don't want you asking anything too personal."

"Fine nothing too personal," he said, "I just want explanations, alright beautiful?"

"Ok," Lindsay replied, "what do you want to know?"

The man walked closer to her, untied her hands and feet and sat her up straight. He was just inches away staring straight at her eyes. Lindsay couldn't help it even though he captured her, for whatever reason unbeknownst to her, she found him very handsome, and she started to get attracted to him. She thought she was being silly she didn't even know his name how can she start getting attracted to him?

"When you were unconscious," he was saying, "I found this on your person. Care to explain?"

He showed Lindsay what he was talking about.

"What witch or wizard did you steal it from?" he angrily asked.

"I didn't steal it from anyone!" shock rang out in her voice "I'm a witch. I went to Hogwarts for seven years I'm a fully trained witch."

The full light was in the man's face now and Lindsay could've swore she seen him somewhere before.

"What's your blood status?" he queried.

"Don't know," and with the look he gave her she had to explain, "My mother's a muggle, I thought I was muggle born but if what my mother told me last night is true...then I'm half blood. She said she had an affair with a pure-blood wizard and conceived me."

"Did she mention the wizard's name at all?" he seemed very interested.

"Yes, but I don't want to tell you. I need to know the truth before I tell anyone else."

He stared intently at her, more than likely he was trying to figure out if she was being truthful. He seemed to think so because his face softened a bit.

"What's your name, beautiful?" asked the man.

"Lindsay," she replied, "Lindsay Frazer."

"Hhmm, I've heard that name somewhere before. Can't think where though. Anyway I believe what you're telling me. Here you can have your wand back but don't use it on me alright?"

"Ok, just don't use yours on me again."

He handed her wand back, then let her stand up.

"By the way," he said, "if you can apparate, why were you walking? I assume you were walking home?"

"Yes I was walking home, I just fancied a bit of exercise."

He laughed thinking why on earth she needed exercise. She had a very gorgeous figure, she was (in his words) beautiful. He could hardly take his eyes off her. She had lovely blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, that she kept very tidy, and the biggest pair of breasts that he's ever seen. It seemed weird that she had big breasts because of her skinny frame but he could tell, just by looking at them that they were definitely real.

"Since you know my name," she said, "would you like to tell me yours?"

"Scabior," the man replied, "My name is Scabior."

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A/N: This is the first story I wrote in ages, so it might be a bit rusty on it. I would appreciate any feedback especially criticism. There'll be loads more to come.

Yes Lindsay ends up telling Scabior who her real dad is supposed to be. Would anyone like to take a guess?

If there's no more updates tomorrow then there'll be one the next day.

Hope you enjoy!