Chapter 1
They watched the teenage girl in the pool as she played with her friend. The dark haired woman looked at the pale man standing next to her expectantly, eyes wide with anticipation. He turned to her, his proud and confident stature stating to be of one who expects to be obeyed.
The pale man exhaled slowly and said, "Five thousand." His offered tone was sharp and cold.
"Six." Replied the woman assertively, though she made sure to avoid eye contact.
"No." he declined shortly.
"And why not?" the woman said indignantly. "Look: she's healthy; nothing physically or mentally wrong with her!"
"Fine…five and a half." The man proposed edgily, releasing a sharp, bitter breath.
The dark haired woman considered it for a moment then replied, "I suppose. When do want her?"
"I'll see. It still depends how my son feels…" he sniffed arrogantly, and turned to the French villa behind him and called his son outside, before turning back to regard the girl who was not as innocent as she looked…
The girl was watching the pale man just as intensely as he was gazing at her. Her sixth sense was twanging and she knew that it was never a good thing.
"I don't like it Rose," the girl muttered suspiciously. "She's staring at me behind those sunglasses, and there's that odd man standing next to her. It's not normal to be that pale, he looks like an Albino! There's something not quite right about it…"
Her friend Rose just raised an eyebrow and laughed at her.
"Don't be ridiculous Ebony! You're so paranoid! What's she gunna do – sell you?" she giggled and dived under the surface of the shimmering water and swam to the side of the pool. After pulling herself out, she ran to the sun beds where they had left their towels and picked them up. She threw one to Ebony, who had just climbed out of the pool herself.
Ebony padded into the villa and, realising she was soaking wet, broke into a run – she just couldn't quite stop herself in time to avoid colliding with a blonde boy as she bounded up the stairs.
Shaking her head, Ebony was appalled to find herself pinned under the blonde teenager in a sprawled heap at the bottom of the stairs. Scrabbling upon the marble floor, she tried to push out from under the boy before he fully recovered. She had almost managed it when the boy grabbed her by the arm and burst out a tirade of language that even Ebony was impressed at.
"How DARE you!" he whispered icily, screwing his nose up in disgust. "You scrappy, dirty, common Muggle! This shirt is Valentino!" he spat louder this time, gesturing towards his expensive looking shirt. "You rude, insolent klutz! Can't you look where you're going! Are you blind?"
"Enough!" said a cool voice from behind them.
Blushing furiously, Ebony realised that she was still beneath the blonde boy.
"But father," the boy protested, "She-"
"I said- enough!" said the pale man dangerously, while running his hand over a silver serpent headed cane he held tightly in his grasp. The boy pushed himself off of Ebony roughly and brushed himself down, before eyeing her repulsively and going to stand next to his father.
"Filthy Muggle." he sneered as he pushed past her.
'Did he just call me a Muggle?' Ebony thought amusedly. 'Jeez, Harry Potter obsessive!' she sniggered and shook her head disbelievingly.
My gosh, I haven't read this for soooo long...This was my first ever OC related HP fic...Ah the memories...I must have started it a good year and a half ago, and, appalling, with this and that and exams and boyfriends and such, I am only onto chapteen 17! scolds self I know, I know, it's truly shocking...BUT, I assure you, if you can BEAR to continue after that appalling start to a fic, please, read on and see that it DOES get better, I swear...Honest...grins
