This story is for my faithful reader, WhatACharmingNotion!
"I'd like to thank you, Anthony." the man started, his voice so cold it could freeze lava. "If you hadn't spotted, I'd be lost on the ocean still."
"Will I see you again?" Anthony asked hopefully.
"You might find me if you like. Around Fleet Street, I wouldn't wonder." the man said, with a glance toward London.
"'Til then, my friend." the boy said, extending his hand.
The man just walked off. "There's a hole in the world like great, black pit, and it's filled with people who are filled with shit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it." he muttered as he strode under a bridge. His footsteps echoed on the cobblestones as he walked over them.
A slight breeze blew his black locks around his face. The white streak in his hair suddenly stood out even more even in the dark London streets. The cold air nipped at his face and cut through his bones. He shivered lightly, but continued on. He looked around and realized that he had no idea where he was. He figured he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.
He looked around, searching for some indication of where he was. He had never been to this part of London. People bustled around, carrying numerous bags. Families laughed and talked as they went from shop to shop. It sickened him. He stood in the middle of the street, turning in circles, looking for something to give away his location.
Then, a figure emerged from he shadows. His long, white-blond hair was a drastic contrast against his black robes, and his cane clacked against the stones as he stepped toward the lost man.
He put on the sweetest smile he could manage and greeted him. "Hello."
The man didn't even look at him as he responded, "Hello."
"Are you lost, Mr…" he trailed off, silently asking for the man's name.
"Sweeney Todd."
"Lucius Malfoy." he said, extending his hand. Sweeney took it and shook. "Are you lost, Mr. Todd?" Lucius continued, the cheesy smile plastered on his face.
"I am, actually." Sweeney replied, still looking around. "Where…where are we?"
Lucius was confused, but answered anyway. "Why, we're in Diagon Alley! Why don't you come back to my manor and stay the night?" he asked bluntly.
Sweeney was suspicious of this man. He knew, from his 15 years in prison, that people didn't just go around offering hospitality to people they didn't know.
Lucius could tell he was uneasy, so he tried to convince him. "My wife will prepare the guest bedroom. You can stay as long as you like."
Sweeney backed away from the man as he demanded, "Just me direct me to Fleet Street."
"I think it would best if you came with me, Mr. Todd." Lucius growled, his smile fading, as he advanced on the man.
"No, I need to get back to Fleet Street." he protested as his back hit cobblestone.
Lucius pushed him into the wall, pinning him in place. He pulled out his wand and pressed it into the hollow beneath Sweeney's chin.
Sweeney smirked. "A stick? You're threatening me with a stick?"
A twisted grin spread across Lucius's face as he said, "This is no ordinary stick, Mr. Todd."
"And how, exactly, is it extraordinary?" Sweeney sneered.
"Well, it can do this." Lucius said as he wordlessly shot a green bolt of light out of the tip and into the sky.
Sweeney's jaw dropped as he watched the stunning green disappear into the clouds. A few seconds later, a bird fell out of the sky, landing at Sweeney's feet. Dead. His eyes widened and he tried to stutter out a response. He could kill with that stick.
Lucius watched him in amusement before silencing him with a finger to his lips. Sweeney immediately shut his mouth and tried to pull away.
"Now, Mr. Todd, I think it would best for both of us if you come with me." he hissed. Sweeney had no idea how to respond. Lucius smirked at his silence and, without another, grabbed Sweeney's arm and apparated.
There it is! Chapter one! Hope you liked it, CharmingNotion!