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An eleven-year-old Isabella sat curled up on her bed staring at the owl sitting perched on dresser. It had just flowed through her window. It hooted softly and stuck out it’s little leg; attached to it was a letter, by the looks of it.
The owl sensed her confusion, it flew over to her and she backed up frightened, it hooted softly again and stuck its leg. Isabella’s hands shook as she reached out and untied the parchment and then the owl took flight and left her room.
She stared in amazement after it. She heard a knock on the door, “Come in,” she responded softly, staring at the letter.
Her mother and father stared at the letter also. They instantly both knew, she was the right age any way, “Open, it.” Her father said gently.
Before reading the words, Isabella somehow knew this letter would forever change her life. Skipping past the introductions she read:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Terms begin on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy headmistress
Despair flooded through her, “It isn’t for me,” she said sadly.Richard took the letter from her, “Of course it is.” He replied as he looked up after reading it.
“But it’s addressed to Lestrange!”
Richard simply smiled at her, “That was your parents last name.”
“Oh,” was Isabella’s only response. Her parents suddenly launched into the story of her real parents and who they were and who she was. Isabella Lestrange was a witch. She shook her had in amazement.
“Wow.” She finally said. Her parents laughed. She didn’t.
For a fleeting moment she thought of Harry, but with a hard painful expression she forced him out of her mind. He didn’t exist she reminded herself.
By the look on Isabella’s face her parents knew whom she was thinking of, though they didn’t dare say it out loud.
Weeks later Isabella found herself staring at a brick wall; she turned back to her parents, “Are you sure?” she asked again.
She couldn’t believe her parents wanted her to run at a brick wall! This couldn’t be the way she was going to get on the train. There had to be another way.
She eyed her trolley and the trunk that was situated on it. Her ebony owl, hooted softly as if it was encouraging her. She looked into the owls green eyes and for the second time that month she was reminded of Harry. She shook her head, now was not the time.
“We’re sure.” Reassured her mother for it seemed like the millionth time. Her mother kissed her forehead softly and so did her father.
“We love you darling, we always have and always will.” Said her now teary eyed mother. “Yes, we’ll miss you, Bella.” Said her father in a gruff voice.
She smiled at them, “I love and will miss you too!” she hugged them both, and then took a deep breathe and she closed her eyes, she then charged at the brick wall.
Fully expecting to run into it, she braced herself, but it wasn’t needed. Moment’s later she came to a stop and opened her eyes and took a sharp breathe.
In front her of her was a scarlet steam engine. It was all true! She was going to Hogwarts to learn to be a witch!
A moment later she was in a compartment and her trunk was in the storage. She frowned as she looked around; this was going to be a long trip#.
Her compartment door opened and in walked a pale-faced blonde boy, and two large rather ugly boys.
“First year?” the blonde boy asked in an arrogant tone. She nodded.
He smirked at her, “I’m a pure-blood, are you?” he looked her up and down, she avoided the question,
“What’s your name?” she asked him, authority rang in her voice. The boy stared at her for a long moment; she then smirked at him and narrowed her eyes almost daring him to not answer.
“Draco Malfoy.” He replied smoothly. She smiled wickedly at him. He stared back,
“Yours?”
She stared at him for a moment, then said, "Isabella Lestrange," suddenly the boy’s posture turned almost gleeful.
He grinned at her, “I think we’re going to be very good friends this year.”
She only nodded.
This boy would be her alley. She smirked at him, only five minutes into the conversation; she knew he knew how to play her game, very well in fact.
When they finally arrived at their destination Isabella was practically shaking with nerves, Malfoy leaned in and whispered in her, “You’ll be fine. You’ll be in Slytherin, it’s in your blood.” She looked into his gray eyes and nodded.
A large man, or rather a filthy half-breed as Draco named him, instructed them to get into boats. This was how they’d get to Hogwarts.
Just around the bend she could make-out the castle. She gasped in admiration.
“Yes, beautiful isn’t it?” asked Draco from beside her, she could only nod. Beautiful didn’t do its justice. There was just no way to describe this school.
They were led to the huge castle doors and into a huge hall. An old woman stood before them and the traces of a small smile lit her face. She addressed herself as professor McGonnagal.
Isabella smiled, they large doors opened, and they entered The Great Hall. She looked up in amazement at the ceiling and far off she heard a girl whisper, “It’s enchanted to look like the night sky,” Isabella tuned the voice out that was all she needed to know.
She looked forward ignoring the stares of the older students. In front of what she assumed what the professor’s table, seeing as they were all sitting there, was a stool and on the stool was a very old hat. She suppressed a gasp when the hat began to sing.
The old hat sang in a very wise voice, it sang of four houses, Gryffindor; she heard Draco snort in disgust at the name of the noble house. She sent him an amused glace.
She looked back to the hat as it sang of the other three houses, Ravenclaw; where the intelligent were housed, Hufflepuff, she heard Draco laugh, and Slytherin, were the cunning dwelled, she saw Draco’s eyes swell with pride.
When the hat’s song was finished the student’s erupted into cheers, she however was frozen to the spot, a few feet ahead of her, she saw the back of a messy black haired boy. The familiarity washed over her. “No, it couldn’t be!” she whispered.
“What?” asked Draco confused, however Isabella ignored him and continued to stare at the boy’s head.
Far off she heard Professor McGonnagal call out names and she forced her eyes away from they boy’s head and focused on the sorting.
“Abbot, Hannah!” was the first name called; a pink faced blonde girl was sorted into Hufflepuff.
Isabella zoned out as she watched her fellow first years were sorted and was instantly brought back into attention when, Draco’s pale hand shot out and pushed her forward. “Go!” he hissed. She blinked in surprised and blushed a dark red.
She walked through the crowed and perched herself on the stool and smirked as the hat was placed upon her head.
“Yes, I’ve been expecting you.” Said the hat inside of her head. She gasped and the hat laughed and continued, “Yes, I can see you are very much like your mother, of course you wouldn’t know.”
Isabella frowned, “Meaning you are cunning and very powerful.” She smirked, “And never fails to let everyone around you know that. A bit like your father too, extremely sarcastic that boy was, but someone has broken your heart, the boy has left a mark. #He left apart of him with you, he changed you, saved you I might say.”
Isabella’s smirk was gone, “NO!” she silently cried, she knew of which boy the hat was referring to, “You were forever changed by him. He could almost have you in Gryffindor, but your jaded young one, that leaves you too, SLYTHERIN!”
The last table to her right erupted into wild cheers. She smirked, she was satisfied, she looked into the crowd of first years looking for Draco’s approving smirk but instead she found what she should have expected.
Of course he’d be here, he had been different as her, in the exact same way, but it didn’t stop the pain and anger that seared through her. Those emerald eyes saw right through her, he knew every bit of her. In away they were connected.
She forced her self to look away and she slowly walked to the Slytherin table. She only looked up when “Malfoy, Draco!” was called, she smirked when she saw that the hat had barely touched his head and it cried out, “SLYTHERIN!”
He came to sit by her and he smirked once at her before turning his attention back to the sorting. She froze when his name was called out, “Potter, Harry.” Of course she knew where he would be placed but she looked up anyways.
She saw the hat cover his impossible hair and she saw his emerald eyes widen in surprise. Moments later, “GRYFFINDOR!”
“Figures”, muttered most of the Slytherin table. She smirked.
“Weasley!” hissed Draco, as a young red head boy was sorted into Gryffindor. With out a doubt she some how knew Draco would hate Weasley and Potter, but it didn’t really matter; she would too.
She looked past the Slytherins in front of her, and met his emerald eyes; she would too.
The owl sensed her confusion, it flew over to her and she backed up frightened, it hooted softly again and stuck its leg. Isabella’s hands shook as she reached out and untied the parchment and then the owl took flight and left her room.
She stared in amazement after it. She heard a knock on the door, “Come in,” she responded softly, staring at the letter.
Her mother and father stared at the letter also. They instantly both knew, she was the right age any way, “Open, it.” Her father said gently.
Before reading the words, Isabella somehow knew this letter would forever change her life. Skipping past the introductions she read:
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Terms begin on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy headmistress
Despair flooded through her, “It isn’t for me,” she said sadly.Richard took the letter from her, “Of course it is.” He replied as he looked up after reading it.
“But it’s addressed to Lestrange!”
Richard simply smiled at her, “That was your parents last name.”
“Oh,” was Isabella’s only response. Her parents suddenly launched into the story of her real parents and who they were and who she was. Isabella Lestrange was a witch. She shook her had in amazement.
“Wow.” She finally said. Her parents laughed. She didn’t.
For a fleeting moment she thought of Harry, but with a hard painful expression she forced him out of her mind. He didn’t exist she reminded herself.
By the look on Isabella’s face her parents knew whom she was thinking of, though they didn’t dare say it out loud.
Weeks later Isabella found herself staring at a brick wall; she turned back to her parents, “Are you sure?” she asked again.
She couldn’t believe her parents wanted her to run at a brick wall! This couldn’t be the way she was going to get on the train. There had to be another way.
She eyed her trolley and the trunk that was situated on it. Her ebony owl, hooted softly as if it was encouraging her. She looked into the owls green eyes and for the second time that month she was reminded of Harry. She shook her head, now was not the time.
“We’re sure.” Reassured her mother for it seemed like the millionth time. Her mother kissed her forehead softly and so did her father.
“We love you darling, we always have and always will.” Said her now teary eyed mother. “Yes, we’ll miss you, Bella.” Said her father in a gruff voice.
She smiled at them, “I love and will miss you too!” she hugged them both, and then took a deep breathe and she closed her eyes, she then charged at the brick wall.
Fully expecting to run into it, she braced herself, but it wasn’t needed. Moment’s later she came to a stop and opened her eyes and took a sharp breathe.
In front her of her was a scarlet steam engine. It was all true! She was going to Hogwarts to learn to be a witch!
A moment later she was in a compartment and her trunk was in the storage. She frowned as she looked around; this was going to be a long trip#.
Her compartment door opened and in walked a pale-faced blonde boy, and two large rather ugly boys.
“First year?” the blonde boy asked in an arrogant tone. She nodded.
He smirked at her, “I’m a pure-blood, are you?” he looked her up and down, she avoided the question,
“What’s your name?” she asked him, authority rang in her voice. The boy stared at her for a long moment; she then smirked at him and narrowed her eyes almost daring him to not answer.
“Draco Malfoy.” He replied smoothly. She smiled wickedly at him. He stared back,
“Yours?”
She stared at him for a moment, then said, "Isabella Lestrange," suddenly the boy’s posture turned almost gleeful.
He grinned at her, “I think we’re going to be very good friends this year.”
She only nodded.
This boy would be her alley. She smirked at him, only five minutes into the conversation; she knew he knew how to play her game, very well in fact.
When they finally arrived at their destination Isabella was practically shaking with nerves, Malfoy leaned in and whispered in her, “You’ll be fine. You’ll be in Slytherin, it’s in your blood.” She looked into his gray eyes and nodded.
A large man, or rather a filthy half-breed as Draco named him, instructed them to get into boats. This was how they’d get to Hogwarts.
Just around the bend she could make-out the castle. She gasped in admiration.
“Yes, beautiful isn’t it?” asked Draco from beside her, she could only nod. Beautiful didn’t do its justice. There was just no way to describe this school.
They were led to the huge castle doors and into a huge hall. An old woman stood before them and the traces of a small smile lit her face. She addressed herself as professor McGonnagal.
Isabella smiled, they large doors opened, and they entered The Great Hall. She looked up in amazement at the ceiling and far off she heard a girl whisper, “It’s enchanted to look like the night sky,” Isabella tuned the voice out that was all she needed to know.
She looked forward ignoring the stares of the older students. In front of what she assumed what the professor’s table, seeing as they were all sitting there, was a stool and on the stool was a very old hat. She suppressed a gasp when the hat began to sing.
The old hat sang in a very wise voice, it sang of four houses, Gryffindor; she heard Draco snort in disgust at the name of the noble house. She sent him an amused glace.
She looked back to the hat as it sang of the other three houses, Ravenclaw; where the intelligent were housed, Hufflepuff, she heard Draco laugh, and Slytherin, were the cunning dwelled, she saw Draco’s eyes swell with pride.
When the hat’s song was finished the student’s erupted into cheers, she however was frozen to the spot, a few feet ahead of her, she saw the back of a messy black haired boy. The familiarity washed over her. “No, it couldn’t be!” she whispered.
“What?” asked Draco confused, however Isabella ignored him and continued to stare at the boy’s head.
Far off she heard Professor McGonnagal call out names and she forced her eyes away from they boy’s head and focused on the sorting.
“Abbot, Hannah!” was the first name called; a pink faced blonde girl was sorted into Hufflepuff.
Isabella zoned out as she watched her fellow first years were sorted and was instantly brought back into attention when, Draco’s pale hand shot out and pushed her forward. “Go!” he hissed. She blinked in surprised and blushed a dark red.
She walked through the crowed and perched herself on the stool and smirked as the hat was placed upon her head.
“Yes, I’ve been expecting you.” Said the hat inside of her head. She gasped and the hat laughed and continued, “Yes, I can see you are very much like your mother, of course you wouldn’t know.”
Isabella frowned, “Meaning you are cunning and very powerful.” She smirked, “And never fails to let everyone around you know that. A bit like your father too, extremely sarcastic that boy was, but someone has broken your heart, the boy has left a mark. #He left apart of him with you, he changed you, saved you I might say.”
Isabella’s smirk was gone, “NO!” she silently cried, she knew of which boy the hat was referring to, “You were forever changed by him. He could almost have you in Gryffindor, but your jaded young one, that leaves you too, SLYTHERIN!”
The last table to her right erupted into wild cheers. She smirked, she was satisfied, she looked into the crowd of first years looking for Draco’s approving smirk but instead she found what she should have expected.
Of course he’d be here, he had been different as her, in the exact same way, but it didn’t stop the pain and anger that seared through her. Those emerald eyes saw right through her, he knew every bit of her. In away they were connected.
She forced her self to look away and she slowly walked to the Slytherin table. She only looked up when “Malfoy, Draco!” was called, she smirked when she saw that the hat had barely touched his head and it cried out, “SLYTHERIN!”
He came to sit by her and he smirked once at her before turning his attention back to the sorting. She froze when his name was called out, “Potter, Harry.” Of course she knew where he would be placed but she looked up anyways.
She saw the hat cover his impossible hair and she saw his emerald eyes widen in surprise. Moments later, “GRYFFINDOR!”
“Figures”, muttered most of the Slytherin table. She smirked.
“Weasley!” hissed Draco, as a young red head boy was sorted into Gryffindor. With out a doubt she some how knew Draco would hate Weasley and Potter, but it didn’t really matter; she would too.
She looked past the Slytherins in front of her, and met his emerald eyes; she would too.
