Story One: Madame Narcissa Black found a filthy pirate trying to steal from her. Perhaps there might be some use of him...

Pirate!AU

Narcissa examined the man standing before her. With his moppy, dirty hair and scruffy features, it was a wonder how anyone could recognize a man underneath it all.

The pirate appeared twenty, and she knew he'd be lucky to see thirty. His muscles were sinewy but strong, which was good enough for her if he was going to be her errand boy. His stunted height was common, lack of nutrition in childhood would do that.

But Narcissa knew what he lacked in stature he made up for in aggression and cunning. He could wield a sword or a dagger with the deftness of a circus act. His clothes were dark coloured but fancy. His shoes were a thick black leather, and Narcissa couldn't deny that he had some tastes. Some.

With the exception of choosing his plunders wisely. One does not attempt to leave with Narcissa's family gold and think they'll get away with it. Oh no, that would not do.

"See somethin' ye like?" the pirate asked, interrupting Narcissa's silent assessment of him.

"Do not mistake my silent pleasantries for weakness…" Narcissa's lips curled into a sneer, "...Antonin Dolohov is it? ," she said, "or it'll be your last time to ever trek through the seas alive."

"Captain Dolohov and I meant no disrespect, Madame Black," Antonin drawled with a leery grin, "if I could call ye that."

Narcissa lifted her chin. "That is all you may call me," she replied in a chilling tone.

Antonin bowed his head. "As you command, your nibs."

If her eyes could strike him with a sword, they would have. With her lips pursed, Narcissa released a breath, lifted her hand, and waved the pirate away.

"Off you go," she commanded, "you know your mission, and I don't want your stench contaminating the fabric in the room."

Antonin moved dangerously closer to Narcissa, causing the guards that were in the room with them to step closer. Narcissa raised her hand to stop them; she was not afraid of a filthy pirate, no matter how well his clothes contrasted with his appearance.

"Take another step forward," she said, "and your head will roll. Do I make myself clear?"

He stopped in front of her, faces mere inches apart. His breath smelled of death, and Narcissa felt her insides beginning to go in knots; however she refused to let him get the satisfaction of knowing it.

"Completely, Madame Black," Antonin replied with that leery grin, backing away.

The entire time as the pirate left the room Narcissa watched him with a cold stare. She did not fancy associating herself with the likes of a bloody pirate, but it was necessary to achieve her goals to remain on top.

After all, who better to commit filthy acts than a scurvy dog?

A/N: Written for The Houses Competition and HSWW (Challenges and Assignments)

(THC) House: Hufflepuff; Year/Position: HoH; Category: Additional - Drabble; Prompt(s): [Emotion] disgust

(HSWW) Insane House Challenge: Character - Antonin Dolohov

Word Count: 465