Title: Scelto Per Qualcosa
Author: Innocence
Disclaimer: Everyone but Faruiza belong to JKR
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A hooded figure stood looking out from an alley way, watching as a tall platinum blonde man strode with purpose down the Muggle streets of London. A tiny silver haired boy trailed along behind him, staring in wonderment around as the Muggles bustled around the shops, minding their own business, completely unaware of so many things that were right in front of their faces.
The small boy stopped and gazed at a quaint little book store, the sign in the window spelled out in a warm burgundy color, 'Homer's Little Book Corner,' The man turned around and glared at the boy.
"Draco, I have very important business to attend to, do NOT dawdle!" He stalked over to the his child, grabbing him roughly by the upper arm, "We are going and you will not get underfoot like last time," He hissed, ignoring the glares he got from several non-magic mothers while they whispered to their friends, 'Terrible how some people treat their children,' and 'I drunk I'd wager,'.
The boy turned his innocent sapphire orbs to his fathers cold gray ones, "I'm sorry Faver," He turned his eyes to the floor but then looked up again with a tiny twinge of hope in his eyes, "But I could stay here! I would be out of the way; I would not get unver foot. I swear! Please Faver?" He pleaded, hoping for once to be able to do what he wanted.
The man stared at him silently, then sighed, and shook his head, "Just this once Draco, and only because this is a very important meeting and I can't have you botching it up. You almost ruined me the last time, and with Gabriella on leave…" He turned and caught sight of the figure in the alley, "You there!" He barked out motioning for it to come foreword. It stepped out of the shadows, revealing feminine curves under a tight fitting black velvet robes and a pale face with ruby full lips shadowed under a drooping hood. The man's eyes roamed her body approvingly.
"I need you to watch my son, in there," He motioned to the book store, "but do not let him read any of those filthy books," He handed her two galleons. It was obvious she was no Muggle by her clothing, and she gladly excepted the money storing it in a green-yellow silk pouch that hung at her side.
"Of course Mr. Malfoy, I understand," Her voice was smoky and soft, and Lucius smirked, all the better to have someone who knows that you are a powerful pureblood watch his heir.
He turned on his heel, black cloak whirling and billowing behind him, and cut through the crowd of Muggles, disappearing in the distance.
Draco turned and tugged on the women's hand anxiously, an excited smile spreading gleefully across his face, "Come on lets go inside," She smiled and let him pull her into the small shop. On the inside it was just as warm and cozy as it looked from the outside. The walls were painted a nice creamy white, while the rows of tightly packed bookshelves were a mahogany. They groaned with the weight of all the big leather bound books that were packed onto the shelves. A worn black leather chair sat in the corner for anyone to curl up in and read the day away.
Draco gazed in wonderment at all books. His fathers library held many more then the little shop, but they all seemed so cold and he wasn't allowed to touch them under any circumstance, but these looked so inviting. He ran his tiny hand over the binding of the books, some were smooth and sleek, others were crackled and dingy. He looked up at the pretty women smiling down at him, she had removed her hood but for some reason Draco still couldn't make out her direct features, even though there was nothing stopping him.
"What's your name?" He asked curiously. She smiled wider.
"You can call me Roozy, Draco. Now what book should we look at first? You can read right?"
He nodded, "Faver had spevial teachers teach me how. I read a book that was one-hunvred pages long yesverday," He beamed up at her but his smile faded, "Faver said not to read anything,"
"That's okay," She pulled him over to the chair in the corner and sat down, pulling him up onto her lap, she put her chin softly on his shoulder, cradling him "How old are you?"
"Seven," He answered quietly, still amazed that she was going to let him read even though his father had told her not to. Mommy was the only one who ever did that for him.
"Well, I know the perfect book for seven year olds," She smiled at him prettily and he couldn't help but grin back. She pulled a short, fat, leather book off the bookshelf right beside them in an almost memorized fashion.
"'The Mythology of the Vampire,'" Draco read the stamped title of the book, and looked at her in puzzlement, "Why this book?"
"This is a very special book," She told him softly, running a hand through his feathery blonde hair Lucius had slicked back, "This is a present from me to you," Draco looked at her carefully, his Malfoy suspicion coming through.
"Why?" She grinned at him again, she couldn't help it. He was a beautiful child.
"Because it will help you learn, I know how much you love learning," He nodded and she continued, "Your dad can't find it if you hide it, and it can turn invisible," And it promptly did so, leaving Roozy clutching air, "And when you want it to appear again you say the password, Sia Sempre Qui," The book reappeared again. "Turn invisible," It disappeared again and she stuffed it carefully into the small messenger bag he carried.
"Read it a lot, okay?" She asked him sadly, her eyes gloomy. He nodded, "Of course, Roozy," She gave a strained chuckle when he said her name.
She leaned back and pulled him close to her, "You're really special Draco," He smiled, "I know,"
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She stared absentmindedly into her coffee, as she stirred it the milk swirling in its pure white glory around the dark, rich mocha of the beverage. She blew a strand of her uncontrollable curly, ebony hair off her face. She looked up from her java and surveyed her surroundings once again.
She was sitting in a Muggle café, one of those inside a book store ones. Unlike the other cafés, this one was tucked back behind the gothic novel book shelf and it's adjoining meta-physical book shelf, a perfect place for her purposes, it had almost been an afterthought.
Her hair was pulled back from her face in a yellow ribbon, but her curls still tumbled down into her eyes, too wild to be tamed by any ribbon. Her dress was of Muggle form and what they would call gothic. It was black, made of a silky material that fell down to the floor. I tight black bodice cinched her waist and pushed up her chest, earning the stares of many young and older men a like. It was sleeveless, leaving her delicately pale skin exposed to the chill that she didn't feel.
She stopped as something caught the corner of her eye. A small, skinny boy, that looked no more then thirteen, with pale blonde hair skittered cautiously into the gothic novel section, throwing quick looks over his shoulder. Warily, he crouched down to look at the books on the bottom shelve, after a few moments he rose again gripping a thick novel in his hand. He was wearing plain black slacks with a white dress shirt, a green and gray striped tie loosely tied around his neck.
He glanced back over at the café and caught sight of the women. She thought she saw a flicker of recognition, but a second later it was gone. He looked over to the meta-physical section, drawing out another book and studied it.
He turned and left, she quickly grabbed her own book and followed him to the register. He waited in line behind a women with two squealing children for five minutes before he was ushered up. He set the books on the counter and she smirked at the titles, 'The Vampire,' and 'Vampires: The Occult Truth,'. The plan was working.
"That will be 32.45," the cashier said boredly. He looked at his watch quickly before shoving a wad of crumpled bills into the guys hands. Her eyes widened, there had to be a least one hundred dollars there.
The cashier looked surprised too, and looked at it unmoving for a second.
"Well hurry up!" The boy snarled, the man stuffed the money into the cash register and pulled out his change. The blonde took the money and his bag quickly, and left in a rush.
Roozy smiled. Everything was perfect.
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TBC
Ohh, the plot thickens! I do not own 'The Vampire' or 'Vampires: The Occult Truth' They belong to there respected creators Konstantinos and Alan Dundes. Please review, no flaming.