Disclaimer: I do not own any thing that J.K has created the only thing in this story that is mine is the plot - at least i hope its mine :P
Summery: A rich mans daughter is forbidden to date anyone without the slightest trace of having a lot of money but then she meets someone who looks like an average guy. Lily however quickly learns that he is different but how is she going to convince her father that he is a good person, will she be allowed to be with him - perhaps not and will their memories be restored?
well as you can see i am uploading this again but only because i have changed a couple of things that needed to be changed if you want to read it please do (for those that have already read this chapter) but i asure you i have only added a couple of things in so blah
note: this is a R rated fanfic but you won't see that till chappie 3
dont forget toR&R please
Beaches and Bars
James Potter a tall handsome man with scruffy black hair sat at the bar on the beach near to the nightclub that he worked at. He was an undercover Auror for the ministry of Magic. He sighed, the beach was filled with girls yet they were either too blonde, too slim too dumb, too young, too old, too dorkey for him to have any interest in them. He asked the bartender for another drink, he knew he shouldn't have anymore but he really needed to drown his sorrows, his best friend who until recently worked with him was deported to a different place.
"What's happened to all the good girls," he asked Al the tender.
"You tell me. How long have you been here?"
"Nearly six months, and I wish I wasn't here anymore but I can't leave this place for some reason there is nothing tying me down and I just feel the need to stay," James replied. He turned his stool to face the sea when he saw a beautiful girl.
Long red hair that fell about her shoulders in gentle locks, dark glasses covered her eyes. She wore a red spaghetti strapped top that stopped roughly where her last ribs would be, she had a flat stomach and James could, (when the sun caught it at the right angle) see the sliver bar and diamonded in her belly button. In her right hand she held a pair of shoes. She had short denim shorts revealing to James her slim legs. Her entire body James could see was tanned, but how come he had never seen her before.
"Wow," he said stunned, "Who's that?"
"That would be the hotel owners daughter, she's off limits to anyone without a sports car and a fair bit of cash. Her father disapproves of her walking around like that but he can't stop her. Feel kinda sorry for her any guy she likes and dates he disapproves of and doesn't let her see him ever again that is unless he has money. The island think that money must have changed hands in all the cases so far, but they do say she is up for anything what ever that means."
"Yea right," James said spellbound with the girl.
Lily walked angrily down the beach away from her father away from her problems. She hated being his daughter she hated him for being rich, she hated her life all together. Nothing exciting happened ever since she finished school. Her school of magic, she longed to go back there, it was fun, something was always happening, and she cracked a smile.
"Fun where are you now," she whispered into the cool summer wind.
It was only the beginning of summer, the blondes were pouring in at the hotel crying every time their nail broke or they found a spilt end. The blokes weren't much better sex craved and not looking for a girl that they could talk to she damned them. Why couldn't there be some rich (he didn't have to be that rich just enough to please her father and her needs for shopping and stuff) handsome non-arrogant guy out there that she could spend some time with. She walked onto the public beach and slipped her sunglasses on. She didn't know where she was going. She held her shoes in her hand and she walked through the warm soft sand.
After some time of walking she came to a place she remembered coming to as a child. She looked down the beach towards the direction where she came from; there was a small hut with a man in swimming trunks was sitting at it, she wondered had he noticed her walking down the beach. He looked like a local but she didn't recognise it. She began to walk back in the direction she had begun to walk. She wanted a man to talk to, to caress her, kiss her in the moonlight, ride along the beach on horses while the sun was setting into the sea with her and most of all spend time with her.
She walked around the back of the hotel and up the fire escapes all up to the penthouse, not wanting to be confronted by her father.
She succeeded her journey or so she thought, she walked to her room when she heard a cough she winced and turned around.
"Where have you been?" her father said sternly.
"I went for a walk on the beach."
"In stilettos?" he asked indicating to her shoes
"I took them off."
"Lily dear what are we going to do with you?"
"Erm let me leave home get married to someone I want to and not some rich tight assed jerk off who is more concerned about work than me."
"Alex will grown on you."
"Bloody hope not, I'm going out tonight."
"Where?"
"None of your business dad I'm not a teenager anymore. I'm twenty three for crying out loud."
"You're not going out."
"And how do you plan to stop me," she challenged.
"You're not going, your sister wasn't this much trouble."
"My sister married the man you set her up with. Your happy she's happy everyone is bloody happy except me," Lily said angrily, she turned to go into her room and then stopped, "Dad have there been any new comers to the island I mean to live recently?"
"There was a couple of young lads six months ago, one is still lurking about the place, he works in one of the night clubs, I think Saga or Cano," he replied.
She muttered under her breath, you needed to know people to get into those clubs without queuing for hours and she didn't know anyone, her father refused her and social life also even if she did know anyone the bouncers wouldn't let her in. everyone on the island knew her father and respected him, for he owned half of it.
James stood behind the bar at Saga serving people; he smiled at the people and chatted with them as he poured drinks, made cocktails and yelled at the DJ. He would never get tired of this job, he was meant to look out for funny looking people that may work for Voldemort during the day and do what ever he wanted to do at night.
As the night dragged on the bin in which bottles slowly gathered in eventually became full, James told Abigail he co-worker and another Auror undercover that he was going out for air and to dispose of the bottles.
When he reached outside he found the air unusually pleasant, he leant against the wall and he could hear the base of the music through the walls, he looked at his watch it was quarter to eleven so he decided to go for a quick walk around the club to look at the queues and then skip them by showing his card to the bouncers, he loved that the most about his job, being evil. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared at the pavement for a moment before starting his walk around. He hadn't got to the first corner when someone slammed at full speed into him sending him to the floor.
