Working Girl

Reader,



You may have purchased this book for one of many reasons. You may want to know the notoriousness of what occurs behind the closed door of a Knockturn Alley brothel. You may wish to know if there are others with the same nefarious desires as your own. You may simply yearn to know what causes a woman to chose a profession such as this one.



For whatever reason that moves you to read this, know that you read the story of a girl who walked in a path as normal as any. It was not too long ago when she would have been considered a sister's best friend, or that girl that used to live close to your own home, or in my case the young lady who attended classes with you.



I knew Pansy Parkinson from Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We were in the same year, but different houses. While I lived in Gryffindor, she was sorted into Slytherin. She is cunning, just like her house founder. She would not undertake something without an advantage to herself. You will see the extent of that in the text you read.



It was not until our last year that I saw the woman she had become. Had I been a bit more confident in my dealings with ladies, I may have let her know how she affected me. I did not.



I lost contact with her until just this year, at a bachelor party given at Helen’s House where she worked. It was a shock to see her there, and like you, I had formed my own opinions only to have them crumble to the ground. The lovely girl I was keen on at Hogwarts was now a woman of strength. She had been through so much in her life, and she still smiled and saw the positive aspects of her life and career.



Pansy Parkinson would not just take what was being handed to her. She would live life her own way. This was her choice, and I will always respect it, no matter what.



You may have an opinion of her before you begin reading. That may or may not change when you finish this book. It’s not for me to try and sway you either way. I only hope you read her work with an open heart and mind, with the knowledge that she is not the only one to have made this choice, but that is for her to tell.



All I can say is that when I look in her eyes, I see a woman of courage.



When I hold her hands, I feel her strength.



When I hear her voice, I hear her inspiration.



When I listen to her laugh, she lightens my soul.



When I feel her touch, I feel her energy.



I am glad she has decided to tell her story. I am proud of her in every way. She is not weak, or easily manipulated. She is a survivor, and a fighter. Her smile warms my heart. My life is enriched now that she had agreed to share hers with me.



She is everything I dreamed she would be to me, and I love her. I can’t wait to see what life holds for us.



Auror, Ronald Bilius Weasley















A/N: I'm sorry its such a short chapter but I thought Ron's declaration and words of support deserved the spotlight.