The life of a Ravenclaw Seeker

Summery: Harry Potter, the boy who lives. What if the Dursley's had taken him to the orphanage?

A/N: This first chapter introduces my character Vivienne Thornton, The year is 1989.
I might skip around to get to my plot faster but this first chapter had to be written or my muse would kill me XD

Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form so please do not sue me because I have almost no money lol

Chapter one:
The Cat and the Snake

Vivienne's POV

I wondered how my pen pal was, we were going to meet in the coffee shop I now sat in, I stared out the window. People streamed pass chattering loudly and happy to be on break, it was lunch time after all so the office workers were out in force about this time. I loved watching the people who worked around here walk to lunch chatting happily with coworkers, Blond caught my attention after a moment, my pen pal was blond, and I turned my head to see who had caught my attention so. A very blond man was walking past the window. Hm, He was very handsome, strong chin, not too girly looking with his long hair, lean, broad shoulders, and so very much like an aristocrat in his dark grey slacks and dark blue button up. He stopped to open the door to the shop I sat in and I spied the snake pin I had given to Lucius Malfoy, my pen pal two years ago for his birthday. Wow no wonder he'd bagged a wife right out of school! I let him wander around till he spotted me, walking over he gave me a appraising look;

"Vivienne?"

I smiled and flashed him the cat pin he had given me in return for the snake;

"Hello Lucius, have a seat."

I said as I put my paper monster away, really when had all my papers scattered over the table I was sitting at? He sat and ordered a coffee, black no sugar. I smiled at the way he took his coffee, I loved to have different flavors but I guess he just loved the strong flavor of pure coffee. His hair was so blond it was almost white, I think the look suited him, His eyes were a very lovely shade of blue, almost slivery in the light streaming through the window.

"So, I didn't realize you were quite this blonde. Is it real?"

He snorted at me, now that was not aristocratic at all;

"Want me to show you?"

I laughed, he was such a pervert! I had wondered if he was that way only on paper, but I guess not if he could ask me that in such a public place.

"Nope I figure you must be if your blonde everywhere, unless of course you dye it down there too."

He smiled almost secretively at me; it seemed it was somewhat easy for him to smile for me, I wondered if he hadn't been so worried about this meeting? I had been, I knew that this man was older then my own twenty four. If I remembered he'd celebrated his twenty ninth birthday in February, I smiled at him and wondered again how it was we got along so well, we came from two very different backgrounds, he from a rich and influential home and I from a broken home... I had run away from home and become an author and gotten a great deal of money for it. Earning my living, from what Lucius had told me he really didn't need to work but he did at the ministry of magic. Paper work mostly, he really hated it but liked being informed of the goings on of the time. I think he would be happier with a different job but well I couldn't convince him of that now could I?

"How is your painting coming along?"

I had been trying to paint something good, well in reality I was trying to paint period. I had lost my inspiration; my muse had left me dry. Maybe my new son would help me? I had just set in motion the papers to adopt a young boy named Harry. He was a sad little thing; his relatives had treated him like a house elf and called him all sorts of names.

"Not good, I hope that Harry will help me with that."

He looked quizzical I smiled at him;

"Ah I forgot to mention that, I've adopted a young boy named Harry. I've always wanted a little boy and well he seemed so lonely, I couldn't help myself."

He nodded lightly, he had a son himself but his ex-wife had taken the boy from him. I knew the subject was very sore for him and I didn't want to ruin the mood at this point. The look on his face told me that he was not going to drop this subject any time soon;

"How old is he?"

I sighed, the same age as Draco his son. I guess it would be ok to talk about the little boy who had no hope in his eyes until he found out that I would adopt him.

"Nine. Just turned it actually."

He smiled;

"He'll be a handful. All boys that age are."

I nodded lightly. He would know all about that, maybe he could help me with Harry, it might heal his own wounds enough to not be as forlorn about Draco;

"You're quite welcome to come and visit us if you want."

This time he smiled and it actually reached his eyes, I wondered if they did that often these days. Most likely not, not with his divorce or the loss of his son to that bitch of an ex-wife. I smiled back before I noticed movement heading towards us. I looked up a bit to see who would be walking towards our corner seats, oh damn!

Lucius' POV

Vivienne's voice was very clear and very compelling, I was surprised when I had first come in to meet her face to face after five years of being pen-pals as she called it and having found that she was a beautiful young woman, her curly chestnut colored hair had shifted and slid down as she looked at me and offered me a seat, I nearly blushed as I had followed the strands of hair to the open part of her shirt, She had nice tits the kind a man really could not help but to notice. I smiled at the mess of papers; this author side of her was rather cute. The messy way the papers had strewn across the table, the ink stains on her fingers... I loved talking to her, until we hit the snag about her adopting a young nine year old boy. The same age as my little dragon...I couldn't believe Narcissa when she demanded a divorce and had the balls to take my son from me. Vivienne pushed her hair out of her face and looked up; a frown creased her mouth;

"Sorry Lucius, but we are about to be interrupted."

Oh? A young man stopped next to our table. He wasn't much to look at and the sneer on his face was weak as was his chin, who was this mousy man and why did she know him?

"Hey Vi, why don't you ditch your friend and hang out with me?"

Rude much? He was almost as rude as those I had once called friends, this could get bad if he didn't go away given the glare she was sending at the intruder;

"I would never. Never go anywhere with you!"

She hissed, I put a hand on hers to calm her, her small hand flinched but she kept it there;

"Who's this jerk love?"

She made a face I couldn't tell if it was because of my hand or him maybe it was both;

"Marion's his name."

Marion looked irritated that I was acting so close to Vivienne. But five years of writing letters and talking about all sorts of things, things I would have never shared with another made my heart warm at the mere thought of her.

"Leave her alone."

I warned. The bastard had the audacity to huff before he left us and the shop.

"Thank you Lucius, he's gotten pretty annoying lately."

That worried me and I couldn't help but to wonder what she meant.

"Has he been following you?"

She nodded, concern filling her eyes;

"It worries me and I don't want it to get worse..."

Vivienne's POV

Lucius offered to walk me home since it was so dark and I accepted, I didn't know if Marion would follow me tonight and having the tall, handsome man I was friends with made me very glad to allow to walk me home. I wondered if he got people to fall for him all the time. He was the first friend I could say I crushed on, I didn't want to date until I saw him earlier and this man looked as if he knew what he wanted and how to get it. His strong hands elegant and slightly calloused, a hard jawline that was framed delicately with long blond locks. This man I could fall for, and that scared me a little. We had only been pen pals for about five years, I remembered a friend of mine saying they could find me a pen pal, next I knew I got a letter from Lucius and the hand writing had been elegant and pleasing to look at compared to my messy scrawl. I unlocked the door to my place;

"Would you like to come in?"

He smiled and I allowed us in, I froze as I noticed something very wrong with my hall way. I liked my place clean, you never knew who would be coming over in a moment's notice, I almost screamed as I noticed the rose petals that had been strewn across the hall and went around a corner. Oh god oh gods please don't tell me...

Lucius' POV

I smiled at Vivienne's entrance way, she had the covers of her books next to photos of people she had worked with on those books. I closed the door and turned to find her panicking, I then noticed the rose petals on the floor that seemed to be the reason for her fear. She lived alone so that meant that someone had broken in. My bets were on Marion, I seethed at the thought of what could have happened if she had parted from me and not invited me in.

"Oh god, oh god."

She muttered, I put a hand on her shoulder causing her to flinch. She looked up at me with tears in her hazel eyes. I couldn't say no to those eyes.

"We will change your locks; now let's see where this leads."

She nodded and held onto my hand. We walked to her kitchen where the petals ended at the fridge. She looked horrified;

"Oh god, please no Van Gogh."

Van Gogh? That muggle artist who cut off his ear and sent it to some woman? Let's hope that Marion man didn't cut his ear off and put it in her fridge.