So this little tidbit popped into my head one day and I thought that I should write it fast before it disappeared. Hope you guys enjoy it! ^^

Disclaimer: One Piece and Harry Potter are so not mine… Nor are any references you may notice. Let me know if you see the one I slip in on purpose.

Claimer: Atticus and Estrella (should they show up) are mine! ^^

Here the Chapter Starts

"Here, pretty, pretty, pretty," a man called out as he advanced to her, a rope in one hand.

"No, dummy, dummy, dummy," she taunted back, twisting herself to face him instead of walking away or trying to run like more girls would.

A group of six men, grins on their faces and lusts in their eyes. All of them carrying a weapon, mainly daggers or swords. A couple moved around her to box her into a circle of them.

"Not going to run, little pretty?" the man with the rope mocked.

"Well, I'm sure a man of your…" her eyes dragged over his obese form, "physique would have a heart attack. Maybe I'm being merciful."

"You bitch!" he snarled. "Maybe my boys and I will take turns before selling you to the slave house! They won't have to worry about breaking you in! I'll even charge them extra for doing the work for them!"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. She basically grew up as a slave to her relatives, and she sure as hell does not plan on ended up as a slave in another household. "What makes you think I would lay there and let you put your needle dick anywhere near me?"

"Who says we need your permission?" the man chuckled darkly. "Get her!"

The two from behind lunged to her, hoping to grab her arms before she could even think of escaping. Instead, she ducked down and pulled out her own dagger that was coated with venom from Aster's own fangs. She slashed out, leaving a long cut along the back of one then had to jump away as another jumped to her in another effort of capture.

Pointing to another, she smirked. "Bombarda!" An explosion at the man's feet threw him back, dirt rising in the air to create a brownish smokescreen. The men coughed and waved their hands to clear the air, but Evelyn was not done with any of them.

"Carpe Rectractum." A rope shot towards the ringleader, wrapping around him then sharply pulling him towards her. She held a dagger at the ready, sinking it into his chest when he was close enough. He gasped and gapped at the attack, looking up at her with wide eyes, though she just grinned back. "I am no one's bitch." She yanked the dagger out, allowing the man to sink to the ground as his breathing started to struggle.

The last four lunged at her, but she switched dagger for whip and rolled out of the way, lashing out her whip at each of them. One ended up with the whip wrapping around his neck and being yanked to the ground before the whip loosened enough for her to pull it back and lash out to another. Just like her dagger, the whip was poisoned, but with one of her own concoctions instead of straight basilisk venom.

One by one, they fell. Eventually, corpses instead of potential kidnappers/rapists surrounded her. Flicking her whip in the air to get rid of any blood on it, there was little, she rolled it up and tucked it back away out of sight. Having weapons in view tended to make the townsfolk nervous.

Once it was secure, slow claps reached her ears. Eyes narrow, she turned to the one lone man (no, a teen, she noted), leaning against a brick wall. His blonde hair made him stand out in the dark alley, as well as the fluffy pink feather coat. His grin was amused yet also carried something else that made her tense in preparation for another fight.

"That was quite a fight," he commented. "You looked like your were dancing while they tripped over their own feet. I should have brought a snack to enjoy while I watched the show."

"Try anything, and I will do the same dance to you," she warned, hand going to the hilt of her dagger tucked under the waistband of her skirt.

"I don't doubt that, but I would be far more graceful then these lumbering idiots," the blonde told her. "Rest assured, I am not with them, nor are they with me. I just heard something and got curious. Then I decided to stay." He chuckled, his lips growing wide. "Fufufu, I like you. Not a lot of women are so… interesting."

Evelyn glared at him then spun on her heel and walked away. "You seem the sort to not attack from behind," she commented. "Be warned, though, I will gut you if you try anything!"

Doflamingo watched the mysterious young woman, just a couple years younger than him if he was to guess, walk away with a sway of her hips and an aura of indifference. No doubt that she doesn't view him as a threat at the moment, so doesn't care what he does so long as it is away from her.

He chuckled, his form quivering as he watched her turn a corner. "Very interesting indeed, fufufufu."

Here is a line!

"And that, son, is how your Mama and I first met," Doflamingo finished with a grin.

"You left out the part where I threw a broken board at you," Evelyn pointed out. "Remember? You said something about liking the sight of my ass. I picked up a board and threw it."

The tall blonde pouted as his son giggled behind his hand, Estrella letting out a hissing snicker from her spot around the child's shoulder. A habit the agathodemon picked up from Aster draping over Evelyn. "I was trying to make it a bit more civil, my rose."

"Make it a bit more truthful and he won't be surprised."

Here the Chapter Ends

Behold, the first meeting between Evelyn Potter and Donquixote Doflamingo! ^^ Could have made it longer, but I don't know what else to throw in since they gave each other their names a month after this. Doffy just starts up his stalker behavior after this moment.

Throw some ideas around, don't be shy! I am open to suggestions!