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A/N: Written for DreamWind83's Firenze Challange

Chapter 1 – Fisherman's disappearance

A six foot male with shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes stood on the edge of the cliff watching the sun rise.

"What a wonderful day," the male said happily as he grabbed the bucket next to him and began to walk down the cliff, "The fish are biting and I'm finally free from those stupid relatives of mine."

"Good morning Firenze," an old woman said kindly as they passed on the path, "Lovely morning isn't it?"

"It is," the man, Firenze, answered with a kind smile, "From the position of the sun I'd like to say that today will be perfect for fishing."

The old woman chuckled, "Oh Firenze, you are one in a million; I don't know why your family had to get rid of you."

"Well my dear Annie my family follows a few old traditions," Firenze said as he walked with Annie down the path, "And I'm afraid that I was born at just a time and way that the tradition demanded of me to be got rid of at my eleventh birthday."

"Well I might have been brought up to follow the old ways," Annie said as she waved her walking stick around, "But I know better than to get rid of a child just because of some stupid tradition says so!"

"Well I'm afraid that's not the case with my...family..." Firenze said with a playful bow, "It's just the way they are and I hold no ill feelings against them."

Annie gave him a kind smile, "Oh your one in a million my boy...why they never allowed you to stay with them for I'll never know."

"Because they have their own 'old ways' to follow," Firenze chuckled, "Now if you'll excuse me my fair lady the fish are biting today and I need to make some money."

"Don't let me keep you my boy," Annie said as they reached the bottom of the cliff, "This old woman was just happy to have a bit of company going down that cliff."

"No problem," Firenze said kindly as he watched Annie walk away, 'Besides, what pureblooded magical family would want a squib for their first born son?'

Breaking out of his thoughts Firenze quickly ran to the harbour where his boat was, easily ducking and weaving between the many people. The lovely weather brought out both the locals and the tourists. As Firenze turned the sharp corner to the harbour he let out a groan, why did his little fishing boat always attract the tourists for?

It wasn't Firenze's fault that he and a friend got drunk one night and decided to paint his boat bright orange and placed a flag in the shape of a naked lady on it was it?

"I'm not going to be caught up in anymore 'photo shoots'," Firenze muttered to himself as he went to grab a umbrella or a coat of some kind to cover his face from the shop, "I really should repaint the boat at least..."

Walking through the door, the little bell signalling that someone had entered, Firenze looked around at the shop. It sold bits and bobs, from fishing tackle to fancy china, from a pair of thick woolly socks to a classic posh black dress.

Walking through the shop to where they sold items like coats and umbrellas Firenze found himself frowning.

'It's very quite in here' Firenze thought as he looked for a sales assistant, 'I mean with all the tourist outside and all you'd of thought it'd be bursting at the steams.'

"Firenze...is that you?" came the elderly voice of old Mrs. Wicket from the back of the shop, "Could you come here please?"

It was a well known fact that Mrs. Wicket was getting on in years and as such she found it hard to get about. The whole community got together through and helped her out; her husband had died last year of old age. So when Mrs. Wicket asked for him to come into the back Firenze didn't realise just what was about to happen to him.

"I'll be there is a second," Firenze called out as he pulled out his wallet.

Pulling out some money from his wallet Firenze quickly made his way over to the tilt and rang up his purchase, a green umbrella with white spots, he knew how to do this thanks to the long but fun hours he had spent working in this very shop.

"Firenze?" came Mrs. Wicket's voice again.

"Coming," Firenze called as he quickly made sure that everything was in order before going into the back, "I'm almost there."

'That's weird' Firenze thought as he found the door to the back closed, 'Mrs. Wicket never has this door shut...something isn't right.'

Being careful Firenze slowly opened the door only to get out a sharp gasp as a bright yellow light covered his body. The last thing he saw was two strange blurry figures that looked like two middle aged males then an old woman.

"You think we got him?" one of them asked as he poked the prone male with the tip of his shoe.

"We got him alright," the other one said gruffly, "If we hadn't then he'd still be awake right now."

"Right," the first one said as he grabbed a large bag, "Let's get him in here then, we can't really take him outside as he is."

Being careful not to break any bones but not really caring the two male's shoved Firenze into the large bag.

"That was hard work," the first male said as few minutes later, tying the bag close, "Think boss will reward us?"

"He better," the second male said as they picked up the bag with Firenze in it, "After all I didn't go to all this trouble of acting out the little red riding hood story for nothing."

With that they excited the shop, the small shop bell above the door tingled as they went, sounding almost like it was trying to say goodbye.

For a new chapter in Firenze's life was going to begin.

To Be Continued...