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Slightly Scandalous by Poetic_Ruby
Chapter 1 : Emerald Rescue
 
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Slightly Scandalous


The Weasley family is one of the wealthiest and most elite families in the wizarding world. They have money, power and extreme wizarding talent. Arthur Weasley, head of the family, is greatly respected - or feared, depending on how one looked at it. Because of their position, they have the advantage in many situations and were once in allegiance with the Potters, another wealthy and elite family. Their lifestyle proved dangerous, however. Violence, murder and death came hand in hand with their line of secret work. Because of these dangers, the matron of the Weasley family - Molly Weasley - was discovered dead twenty years ago and the second son of the Potter family was kidnapped at the age of two and murdered shortly after. Both families blamed each other for the mishaps, leading to a vengeful battle that has been raging on for years to no avail. The battle led to the estranged relationship of the entire Weasley family to the youngest sibling and only daughter/sister, Ginerva Weasley. She refused to be a part of the entire 'mafia-type' lifestyle and separated herself from all dealings. But when she is involuntarily forced back into the world by the hand of a stranger she works hard to put an end to the battle. Unraveling mysteries and uncovering lies once hidden lead to discoveries that could change the entire course of events. 



[Thanks to JamesandLily4ever @ TDA for the image!!]


Emerald Rescue


Ginny stood on the balcony of her condominium room, staring out into the night. It was nearly two in the morning but the night sky was as bright as ever. Stars twinkled in succession of each other and the full moon illuminated the entire sky and lit the beach below as if it were the sun. Ginny followed the line of light, watching the sand glisten in the dimness and the dark blueness of the water shine. A few late night lovers walked hand in hand along the shore, smiling, laughing and kissing. Ginny felt a sudden rush of inspiration as she watched one couple embrace each other and share a passionate kiss; a wave slid towards them and hugged their ankles. It was a picture perfect image. 

Rummaging through her camera bag, Ginny grabbed her brand new digital camera and zoomed in on the couple, capturing the moment just as another wave rushed towards them, giving off the same picturesque image as before. She smiled as she placed the camera back in her bag, picked it up and walked into room, locking the sliding door behind her. In her mind, she was already working through the many ways she could manipulate the image.

For the past three years, she had been working as a photographer and a painter and was slowly but surely becoming a household name. During the last auction at the art studio she worked - Pompey Art Studio - she had managed to sell four of her pieces and over ten photographs in total. Her earnings had afforded her the chance to finally buy an abode of her own far away from her crazed family. Not that she didn't love her family, but life in the Weasley household was not at all peaceful. In fact, it was the exact opposite of the luxurious, carefree lifestyle people perceived it to be. 

Ginny sighed at the thought of her ego-centric family and made her way towards the bathroom. With the hectic day she had, a nice, warm, lavender-and-chamomile-scented bath should help calm her nerves. She turned on the tap, allowing the warm water to full the tub and then loosened her hair from the studious ponytail. Just as she was about to undress, a knock, or better yet a bam, sounded from the door.

"Who is it?" she called, walking out of the bathroom. No one answered. "Hello?"

She walked towards the door and peered through the peep hole. A man, about five-foot-six or seven stood on the other side of the door. His hair was a messy mass of blackness and he had a pair of round glasses perched on his face, giving him a boyish look. Ginny unlocked the door and began to open it, when the man burst through.

"What the hell?" 

"Quick, I need a place to hide!"

The man scanned the room quickly, analyzing the contents and trying to decipher where would be the best place to hide. The bathroom as too wide open and the balcony would provide no room for escape if need be. Then, he spotted the king-sized bed and dashed underneath it. 

"Excuse me," Ginny shouted, closing the door and walking over to the bed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" 

"Hiding," he said from under the bed. He poked his head from underneath it and stared up at Ginny. "Look, if they come in here just tell them you haven't seen me at all." He slid back underneath the bed. 

Ginny opened her mouth to object. She barely knew this guy; he had just come barging into her place and expected her to acquiesce to lying for him. But the sound of someone crashing through her door stopped her from speaking. She spun to see two very large and very scary looking men walking towards her. 

"Where is he?" The first man walked so close to Ginny that she stumbled back. His voice was loud and booming and his stature was that of a wrestler - muscular and quite intimidating. 

"Wh-Who?" she stuttered. 

"Don't play dumb." The man grabbed hold of Ginny and flung her against the wall. "That little git came in here didn't he?" 

"I don't know who you're talking about!" Ginny shouted back at him, half truthfully.

The man pulled out a wand and aimed it at her. "Don't lie to me you little bitch! I know he came in here!" 

Ginny blinked, her eyes staring at the wand. It was then she realized just how dangerous the situation was and cursed herself for not having her wand on her. A growl from deep within the man's throat made her grimace and she backed away as best she could, considering she was already against the wall. Her captor was about to open his mouth again but was interrupted.

"Greyback, stop!" The second man shouted from by the sliding door. He walked over, keeping his eyes on Ginny. "Let her go."

"What? Why?" The man named Greyback swung to face the other man. "She knows something."

"She's a Weasley." 

Greyback's head swiveled back to Ginny who looked at him with narrowed-eyes. He studied, finally taking notice of her red hair and freckles. Definitely a Weasley. Noticing his mistake in antagonizing such a prominent figure, he loosened his grip and took a step back.

"I'll ask again, nicely. Where is he?" 

"And I'll answer you again," Ginny retorted, rubbing at her neck. "I don't know who you're talking about." 

"You're lying," he shouted, ready to pounce on her again.

Ginny took an involuntary step back, her mind reeling with ides of the damage such a person could inflict on her. She wasn't normally a tentative person but being accosted by such a giant and infamous werewolf would break anyone's resolve.

The second man, however, managed to hold him back. "Thanks for your help, miss."

Ginny stared at him, barely acknowledging his words. She watched as he dragged the one called Greyback towards the door. Whipping out his wand, he quickly mended the broken pieces and they disappeared behind it. It was then that she finally let out a breath and looked around her room, trying desperately to comprehend what the hell had just happened. Shaking her head, she walked towards the door in order to lock it. Just as the lock clicked, she heard the echo of a conversation coming from the hallway.

"We can't afford to mess up!" the voice was saying. Ginny recognized it as belonging to Greyback's accomplice. "He's counting on us and if he ever finds out that we ran in to one of them it could cause trouble." 

Ginny stared at the door as if she could see the two men behind it. Their conversation slowly waned as they walked away but it didn't stop Ginny's curiosity from rising. Who the hell was 'he' and could the idea of 'running in to one of them' possibly have anything to do with the fact that she was recognized as a Weasley? She sighed, internally cursing her family's distinguishable looks along with the infamy of her family's legacy. This was the exact same reason she had tried her hardest to separate herself from them. It led to nothing but trouble. 

"Thanks a million." 

Ginny spun around, startled to see the man who had originally burst through her door. He was slowly pulling himself from the under the bed, his clothes slightly twisted from the angle. She sighed, berating herself for forgetting that he had even been there.

"What the hell was that about?" she asked, jerking her finger towards the door.

"Oh, um," the man stammered, standing up straight. "Hm." He brushed off some dirt from his clothes and then looked directly at Ginny.

It was then that she finally took notice of his looks. And she had to admit that it was a nice sight. She noticed that he was far taller than she had originally expected; he stood almost a foot above her and she herself was quite tall for a girl. He was also fairly slim but not skinny; his body had a certain fitness tone to it that suggested he worked out regularly. Or he had really good genes. His hair was messy, but it looked as if it more so from genetics than anything else. She also noticed that he was cute.

"It’s some gambling debt."

His voice drew her attention. "Like hell," Ginny replied, scrunching up her eyebrows as she walked towards him. "They looked like they were on a blood hunt. That guy Greyback is not someone you want after you."

Ginny knew all too well who Fenrir Greyback was and what he was capable. Everyone in the wizarding world did. He was a blood thirsty werewolf, plain and simple, and anyone he went after usually got caught and very rarely did they make it out alive.

The guy shrugged. "I don't care. I can take care of myself." 


"Right. So much that you need a complete stranger to hide you?" Ginny folded her arms and glared at him. "It would take more than wit and quick thinking to handle him," she continued. 'You'd need magic,' she added in her mind, not wanting to reveal herself as a witch. She was not sure just who this guy was and was not about to blow the secret of the Magical world to a Muggle.

The man looked at her, his eyes showing a little bit of intrigue. Ginny tilted her head sideways, wondering what he could possibly be thinking. Quite suddenly, he started walked towards her, his intrigue quickly turning to something along the lines of determination. Ginny unfolded her arms and started moving backwards. The mystery guy, however, did not stop. He kept moving forward and she kept retreating until the wall stopped her. He only halted his steps when he was about an inch or two away from her.

What the hell is he going to do to me? She thought, suddenly wondering if the man was some crazed lunatic. Again she found herself cursing her lax idea of not having her wand on her.

"I can scream really loud, you know."

The man laughed causing Ginny to jump slightly. "That's supposed to scare me?" 

"Yes," Ginny replied, trying to remain in control. "I can call them back here." 

The man removed his glasses and looked at Ginny. It was then that she took notice of his eyes. They were round and wide and a gorgeous shade of emerald green and looked as if they had a little fleck of yellow. The color captivated her, drew her in and mesmerized her. The color was so unique and she couldn't deny the hint of sex appeal they gave to his overall appearance.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" he asked. Ginny, however, remained quiet, still completely transfixed by his eyes. He smiled when she did not answer. "I'll take that as a no." He put his glasses back on, his smile turning into a cocky grin. "Whipping out your wand would have been so much easier anyway." 

Ginny looked shocked and her mouth dropped open. "How did you-" 

"Oh come on. You think I didn't hear him call you a Weasley?" The man finally backed away from her. "I'm a wizard too, so yes I do know the significance of your family name, Weasley. It's one of the best wizarding families." 

"THE best," she said, the arrogance of her family taking over for a bit. Even though she wasn't fond of her family's ways and behaviour, there was no ignoring that their talent was unmatched, even by other elite wizarding families. She wasn't going to deny that attribute, even if everything else annoyed her.

The man laughed again and Ginny found herself inwardly smiling at the sound. "Right, THE best," he said, mimicking her words. "Well, before you decide to use any of that talent on me, I'll just go."

He started towards the door. Ginny pulled away from the wall and called after him.

"So, what, you just gonna leave without giving me an explanation?" 

"Do you really need one?" he said, continuing towards the door without turning around. 

"Well, you storm in here, tell me to hide you and then I get manhandled by two very dangerous men." She took a breath and walked over, blocking his way to the door. "I think I deserve some explanation." 

"Nah. You'd do better to just not worry your pretty little head." He grinned again and patted her head as if she was some kind of pet.

Ginny scowled and batted his hand away. "Don't patronize me." A shrug was his response. Ginny, annoyed at his lack of attention to her question, heaved a frustrated sigh. "Can you at least tell me your name?" she asked.

"Why do you care?" 

"I don't. Just curious is all." 

"Right," he said, trying to open the door. 

"I could hex you ya know," she said, blocking the way again. "Make you talk." 

The man stared down at her and sighed. But, instead of giving in, he gently pushed her out of the way and opened the door. "If you really wanted to, you would have done that already." He walked outside and after taking a few steps, spun back around. "And its Harry by the way." 

"Harry what?" 

Instead of answering, he just smiled and turned back around. Ginny watched as he reached the end of the hallway and disappeared with a distinct 'pop'.

Ginny just stood there highly confused. Harry? Just Harry? He could tell her his first name but not his last name? Just then, one of the other doors on the hall opened and an elderly man walked out. He looked at Ginny and scratched his head.

"Did you hear that ruckus?"

Ginny smiled at him. "No, Mr. Burrows."

He shrugged and closed his door, mumbling something about youngsters of today. Ginny shook her head and walked back into her room, making sure she locked the door behind her. How could a night that had started off so peaceful suddenly turn so...eventful? The sound of water distracted Ginny from her thoughts and she sprinted towards the bathroom, remembering that she had left the water running. She walked in and found that the tub was beginning to overflow. 

"Shit!"

She tip-toed towards the tub and turned off the tap. Then, she ran back into the bedroom and grabbed her wand from the nightstand. When she walked back into the bathroom, she surveyed the floor. Luckily, she had managed to catch it in time and only a few drops had ended up on the floor.

Ginny said, "Tergeo!" running her wand over the tiles and siphoning the water away. 

Twenty minutes later, Ginny was finally submerging herself into the bath water. She laid her head against the back of the tub and closed her eyes in hopes of relaxing. Tomorrow, she had to head in to work and would be able to modify the photograph she had taken earlier. She tried to picture what she could do with it when the image of the Harry's eyes came to her - those emerald green eyes that had intrigued her for a few moments. They were gorgeous, no doubt, yet unusual for someone who had such dark hair. Strangely enough, the combination was almost perfect.

For the rest of the night Ginny could not get the image of his eyes out her head. She kept thinking of the phrase 'window to the soul' and envisioning different ways to manipulate it. Finally giving in to her intrigue, she whipped out a sketch pad and pencil. Then, she began to draw, wondering if she would ever stare into those green eyes again.



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