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BANDIT {H. POTTER}

Book I started and never finished

She was tired. It had been another night disguised as her animagus form in order to eat, but it seemed the shopkeepers had started to notice the dwindling stashes and blocked all the holes they could find.

But no matter. She could just add on to her price she had in exchange for her body. Speaking of which, she had just seen an older black haired man come out of a shop in the alley she lived in.

"'Scuse me, sir!" she said, walking in front of him, her large, pale breast on display. "Could I interest you in a fun night?" she inwardly cringed. She hated prostituting herself. But her 7 year old self had noticed the lustful stares from everyone, and she had seen an opportunity. An opportunity to have someone teach her magic, as she knew otherwise she would never learn, wand or not, because no homeless brat would ever get into Hogwarts.

When she looked at the man again she noticed he was looking at her as though he had seen a ghost. After a moment, he spoke.

"How old are you?" His voice was low and monotone, almost having a drawl to his words. The girl looked at him as though he was stupid for a second, but quickly changed it to a flirtatious smile, leaning into him.

"However old you need me to be, sir," see, the girl didn't think the man was attractive in any sort of way. He reminded her of a bat. She was actually feeling more grossed out at the thought of having sex with him than any other man she had been with, as if she were about to have sex with a family member.

Thankfully, the man looked as if he were having the same thought. Then he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of Knockturn alley and into Diagon alley. She tried not to come here in her human form too much. Her raggedy yet raunchy clothes would draw attention, the sort of attention she didn't need.

"Don't you want to hear what I cost first?!" she whisper shouted as he ran with her through the bustling crowds, suddenly pulling her into an inn.

"Stay here," he commanded, and the girl huffed, but did as he said as he walked up to the counter. He quickly came back with a room key, taking her hand and shoving the key into it. "Go to the room and take a bath. Or shower. Whatever you prefer." Then he walked out.

The girl was confused for merely a second, then shrugged. If he wanted her clean in order to take her, she would be clean.

After a long bath, then a quick shower, the girl came out of the bathroom in a towel, only to find her normal clothes gone, being replaced with robes that looked much too expensive for someone like her to be wearing. After a moment of hesitation she quickly grabbed the soft material and put it on. She went to the vanity and saw with relief that whoever had taken her clothes had checked her pockets, for the only two possessions she owned— her pencil liner and wand— was on the vanity top.

Seeing most of her liner had come off in her shower and bath, she redid it, giving herself– what to her seemed– her iconic raccoon inspired eyeliner. Not only did it match her bright gray eyes, but it was a tribute to her animagus form.

Shoving the liner into her pocket, she noticed a piece of paper inside. Taking it out, she read:

If you've finished dressing, come down and look for me at the table.

The girl was majorly confused now. What was he playing at?!

Swiftly, she made her way out of her room and down the stairs, into the eating area. Seeing the man, she quickly made her way to him, though on the opposite side of the table. Sitting across from him, she fixed him with a glare.