Disclaimer: I am not, nor will ever be J. K Rowling. I also do not own My Fair Lady or Pygmalion.

Chapter One:

In the magical world, a lady must behave as ladies do: in a certain fashion. This rule was especially pronounced should you be a pureblood girl of ancient and noble heritage. And with all that in mind, the Blacks would most certainly fall into that category. Druella Black, however, found more pleasure in attending social parties than looking after her daughters' manners.

As a result, the three young girls grew up running wildly in different circles of London. The oldest, Bellatrix, entangled herself with a dark ring of other pureblood acquaintances, believing in a noble 'cause' and becoming all too learned in the art of death and seduction.

The second eldest daughter, Andromeda, sook refuge with her cousin, Sirius. Together they wore away winters with laughter and promising ideals. Much too often would Aunt Walburga find them curled up beside a stray window in Grimmauld Place, discussing dreams and whatnot.

Ignored by her sisters and finding no place to belong, Narcissa, the youngest, wandered absently through societal corridors, lingering ne'er too long in one place. She was an outcast and remained so even when the sisters relocated to Hogwarts. Through means unknown to her family, she had acquired the most disastrous dress sense and Cockney accent.

However, her mother did not find it necessary to concern herself with these matters, her father was always away on business trips (and too tired to notice much when he returned for however brief a period) and her two sisters found more mirth in teasing her about her disastrous misfortunes than educating her on them.

And thus, Narcissa Black found herself wandering the hallways of Hogwarts in invisibility.

Fateful tragedy struck in Narcissa's second year of Hogwarts.

Druella Black, honored wife of Cygnus, mistress of Black Manor and mother to three daughters, was engaged in a highly publicized scandal involving the lady in question and a distant Rosier cousin. The rumors spread and gossip fanned the flames of spite. Cygnus was wont to rush back to his abandoned family in order to take care of affairs.

But it was too late.

Unable to carry the shame and selfishly forgetting her children, Druella Black hung herself one crisp morning.

It was Narcissa that found her first. She was always the first to wake up. It was the holidays and the youngest daughter had been looking forward to a cup of hot chocolate to wake her up for the day. Instead, she found her mother dangling in the kitchen, face blue and body twirling in a most upsetting style.

She screamed and screamed and screamed, because what else do you expect of a twelve year old?

Shaken awake at the screams, Cygnus had roused himself and joined his rattled elder two daughters in searching for the source of the commotion.

Druella's death was the last stitch in the Black family's social standing. Friends that once heartily conversed with them in streets now completely overlooked them and quickly shuffled past, gazes held down by their feet. They were no longer invited to any balls or gatherings.

At Hogwarts, nobody dared approach Bellatrix other than the other dark youngsters, immune to shame. Andromeda kept herself occupied with her Gryffindor cousin who comforted her about her predicament. Narcissa had no one to stand by her. No one even knew there was a third Black. Instead, she haunted the library at every hour of the day, fading herself into the world of knowledge and facts. Madam Pince, usually not one for any form of affection, even grew to like this quiet young girl.

Narcissa ceased talking. She ceased existing. Nobody realized. She feared to speak should any other person ridicule her as her sisters did. She just seemed to disappear after her mother's death. Even Bellatrix and Andromeda forgot when they had last seen their little sister. No matter. It was of no great importance anyhow.

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Lucius Malfoy knew his importance ever since the moment he was born.

His father had wasted no time making sure his only child, only son, only heir was well informed of grace, beliefs and aristocratic conduct. His mother had doted on him for as long as she could before her frail health hesitated for too long when Lucius was four. He remembered warm embraces and kisses and murmurs of devotion. That was the only physical love he had ever come to receiving.

In time, Lucius grew to be a good-looking boy with impeccable English and a haughty stance. Abraxas Malfoy eyed him with satisfaction when he sent him off to Hogwarts for his first year.

At Hogwarts, Lucius' handsome features attracted the whispers of female students and his cold cocoon of power held the admiration of others. It was a rare privilege to be included in Lucius' loop of friends. An invitation was not given often and was to be prized. It was to his dismay when his closest friend, Rodolphus Lestrange, had brought along a girl by the name of Bellatrix Black to join them also. Her challenging stare made him uneasy. However, he could not dismiss his closest ally and reluctantly assented.

Lucius was well into his sixth year when the world shifted into something foreign and unexpected.

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Narcissa was as happy as she could possibly be.

Happiness was temporary and Narcissa imagined the fleeting moments of joy were enough to suffice the loneliness gnawing a hole inside. Her happiness derived from the pleasures of reading.

One night, when she had sadly parted with the closing library, arms overflowing with books, she tore a gaping hole in her invisibility.

The lights were dim. It was after hours and Narcissa tiptoed quietly along the corridors, feeling safe in her inexistence and sure that she wouldn't be caught. She had done this many times in the past.

Her thoughts never wandered and Narcissa prided herself on seeing one task through to the end. However, the large boulder of books roughly obscured her vision and in order to keep them from toppling to a heap on the slippery floors, Narcissa had to employ most of her concentration. Thus, she did not notice another figure approaching her until it was too late.

CRASH!

The collision was a painful one and Narcissa flew backwards, her books sounding an alarming racket, the echoes never-ending. She rubbed her nose and looked up. It was strange that she felt no fear. It was as if she had lost most of her human qualities the day she walked in on her dead mother.

A prefect stared at her, dull anger burning in his steely eyes. Narcissa stared right back, her face asking him a silent question.

"It's after hours. You shouldn't be here."

Lucius was tired. He usually didn't bother patrolling this certain corridor and was now regretting his hasty decision. This girl surprised him, though. From the small lights, he made out a dirty blonde mop of unruly hair encased in a frayed scrunchie. Her blue eyes glittered curiously and she did not rise nor collect her books as he had expected her to. Instead, she tilted her head at his words.

"Are you deaf, little girl? I'm a Prefect so I should take points off for this. Now, hurry along now."

Narcissa didn't move.

Then, as if a hand had reached into her throat and clawed out a voice, she spoke.

"I ain't no li'tle girl."

Lucius nearly stepped back. Her voice was the most disgusting, broadest Cockney he ever did hear. The horror snaked its way onto his face and he watched her disdainfully dusting her robes and reaching for the scattered books.

Deciding that this was not worth the time, Lucius turned on his heel and walked away crisply. The girl did not look the sort to rob anything and he was sure she was heading back to bed, anyway. Why concern himself on her when it would just lead to more work?

He didn't think more on it.

The next morning, Lucius awoke to the nauseating sounds of Rodolphus passionately kissing his girlfriend, Bellatrix.

"Rod! I would tell you to get a room, but this is your room, so would you kindly stop eating Miss Black's face?"

Rodolphus broke away from the kiss and laughed. It was only a select few that could ruffle Lucius' feathers so.

"How are you going to make me, Lucius?" He smiled at his girlfriend before tracing her jaw with a finger and leaning in to continue their embrace.

"I'll pay you" stated Lucius, unable to bear of this torture unfolding before his sight.

"Not interested. I have enough money of my own."

"Well, how about we have a bet?"

At this, Rodolphus stopped caressing Bellatrix's face and turned towards Lucius. "What sort of bet, Lucy boy?"

Lucius groaned and dragged a hand through his blonde hair. "We can discuss what at breakfast. Is that all right? Can I get changed now? Can you please tell Miss Black to leave?"

Smirking, Rodolphus gave her a final peck on the nose, murmuring promises in her ear and pacifying her rising rage. "Bella, darling. We can continue this later. Lucy is getting a bit hot under the collar. Be a good girl, now."

At breakfast, Rodolphus muttered grumpily, "This bet better be a good one, Lucius. Not much is more superior to Bella."

Lucius bit back his grimace and searched the Great Hall for potential inspiration.

Then, it couldn't be! He smoothed his eyes again, just to make sure. It was the strange girl from last night. In the morning light, he identified her filthy blonde hair, framing a slightly hidden face and draping down a small frame. He smiled.

"Rod, don't you always say that I speak like a 'right swanker'?"

Engrossed in his toast, Rodolphus nodded absently.

"I'll bet you that I can make the worst Cockney accent pass off as a highbred highness fit for society."

Rodolphus frowned. "What kind of crap bet is that? You could just find some sucker and make them pretend to have a bad accent."

"No, Roddy. Not this accent."

With that, Lucius stood, marched over to the strange girl, yanked her up and dragged her back towards Rodolphus.

Narcissa had been enjoying a rather peaceful meal when two hands suddenly snatched away from her rashers of bacon. Habit forced her screams back down. Nobody even seemed to notice them.

A handsome, dark-haired boy was leaning lazily on the table. "What's this, Lucius?"

She glanced up at her attacker. It was the prefect from last night! She couldn't be mistaken. Then, she frowned. What would he have to do with her?

"Speak, girl" he commanded imperiously. Narcissa blinked.

"Speak!"

A little inquisitive of what her speech might provoke, Narcissa spoke. "G'day, Guv'nor"

The dark-haired boy quickly winced and muffled his ears with both hands. Narcissa supposed this should offend her, but she was used to it by now. There had been enough nastiness from her sisters far worse than this.

"All right, Lucius. You're on. What are you going to bet?"

The dark-haired boy had stood up to face the prefect. Were they bartering for something or were her judgments incorrect?

"If I can make her speak, look, act like a perfect lady in time for the Christmas Gala my family hosts annually, you will immediately cease your disgusting trysts with Miss Black in our dormitory. If however, I should fail, you will have the dormitory all to yourself on Saturdays. I will find accommodation elsewhere."

Thinking it over, Rodolphus nodded and stuck out his hand. The two boys shook hands to seal the deal. All throughout, Narcissa's intelligent mind had been travelling fast. If she was right (and she usually was), they were discussing a bet and it had something to do with her!

"'Scuse me-" Narcissa began. Lucius immediately slid his cool fingers over her mouth. "Shh, little girl. Please don't speak. You're destroying my ears."

Narcissa glared at him hatefully.

He smiled disconcertingly. "Lesson one, my dear, only speak when you are spoken to."

AN: I had this idea and couldn't resist writing it down. This story is based on My Fair Lady (hence the title). There are, obviously, some corrections to fit in with the Hogwarts scene. If there's any faults in logic that need correcting, please inform me. I shall fix them as best I can. Meanwhile, let me know if I should continue this or not.