"You know only Harry's aloud to call me that," the voice spun Harry around to come face to face with it. Snowy white hair and sapphire blue eyes greeted Harry's own dull emeralds. Saphhire Ashton, Heiress to the great Ashton fortune stood in front of Harry. Harry knew she was famed for her beauty around the world, though to Harry she looked more insane than beautiful. Here she stood seven years his senior and inches away from his face with a smirk and crazed eyes.