Disclaimer: I do not know anything except perhaps my beloved character Izzy, her mother Emmy and the world from which they came from.

Chapter 1: The Locket

It was an unusually cold Saturday evening in muggle London. We say unusual for it was mid-July. The sun has just set, the streets almost empty and quiet, save for a few footsteps—the sound of heels on the pavement.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

The stranger stops in front of an odd crack on the sidewalk. And although the stranger had a hood on, and therefore hiding his face from the world, anyone present can easily see him following the crack with his eyes because of the way he moved his head. The stranger examined the crack, and with his long pale fingers started tracing the wall of the building where it led him to.

He certainly suspected something like it, but nevertheless did not see a hidden building in that crack, a building with a huge white door and a big windowsill. And from behind that windowsill, a pale and ghostly face peeks through the gaps in the curtains with wide eyes that were almost unblinking. The face breathes heavily, the warm breath leaving its mark on the glass window, a mark that the stranger cannot see.

From inside the hidden building, the startled face leaves the windowsill and pulls the curtains together. The owner of the face slumps down to a velvet couch nearby, next to a woman in her 40s. Her name is Isobelle de Lune, a young girl of 16 with long straight platinum blonde hair that was currently tied in a pony tail. She had a very pale complexion for she has never left this hidden building, and has been living in it with that woman beside her for more than a year now. The woman is her mother, Emmy de Lune. She was the one who provided her with everything she needed, for everything that had to be retrieved from outside this hidden building. Hence, Isobelle or Izzy never had to leave. It was far too dangerous for her to be going outside with a madman going after her.

Come to think of it, the madman—an evil wizard named Voldemort, yes, she had no fear in speaking that bastard's name, was also after her mother, given their special heritage, power and all. But her mother knew better for she was a seer and she saw what was about to happen and what she was about to do to make it happen.

"Iz, you know that tonight is the night, I presume?"

"Hmm..", Izzy merely grunted and crossed her arms, her startling blue eyes narrowing.

"Iz, we've talked about this already! You are to do what I've told you exactly. Okay?"

"But what will happen to you?", Izzy whispered.

"I told you it was not in the vision. But I knew right away that this needs to happen."

"But Dumbledore says visions do not show you the future, nor what should be! They are merely things that could be—meaning you can make them happen or you can avoid them! You're being stupid! We don't know what's going to happen to you tonight if we keep on following your visions, so we might as well change it altogether!", Izzy argued.

"No. My decision is final. When that – ah.. git outside, that madman's minion finally gets in here tonight you are to hide. Grasp that locket to get to safety. I'll hold them off for you. If I'm lucky, I'll survive and follow you with my own portkey."

Bang! The white front door flew from its hinges with a hard magical slam from outside. The mother and daughter currently in the living room stood up suddenly with startled faces.

"Go! Izzy go! Do what I told you! Run and activate the portkey!", Emmy, Izzy's mother said, just before she sprinted down the hallway to stall the intruder.

Izzy hardly able to move because of shock, just stood there for a while until she heard the intruder's voice—

"Where is the girl? Where is she?"

Snapping her from her paralysis, Izzy suddenly realized that she needed to run, and run fast at that. She headed for the stairs and ran as fast as she can while trying very hard not to make a lot of noise. At the top of the stairs she stumbled, and felt a heavy chain spilling out from her robes.

The locket!

She clasped her hands tightly around the golden heart shaped locket thinking "Help! Help! Someone help me!" And in a second she felt something very warm encircling her, and a sharp pull at her navel. She was being portkeyed to safety.

She felt herself arrive at a small dark room gracefully—something sort of a talent she possessed, being able to portkey very gracefully, landing herself nicely and quietly after a portkey ride. However gracefully she had landed in that dark room was now left forgotten as she felt a body binding spell hit her, making her as stiff as a board.

Was she really portkeyed to safety? She now had her doubts. Her eyes of startling blue scanned the room—her eyes were the only ones she can move now. They widened when a face came to view, staring at her with narrow eyes, narrow green eyes, as startling as hers. Her eyes even widened more (if that was even possible) when she saw the face clearly thanks to the moonlight peeping through the curtain gaps. It illuminated the man's jet black hair and his forehead which bore a lightning shaped scar. She was portkeyed by her mother to Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. Of course she knew about him! Practically all wizards and witches knew about him.

Just then, he spoke: "I am getting you to Dumbledore, whoever you are."

Then he grabbed a chain hanging from his neck, until he retrieved its pendant, which was a key. He clasped it in both of their hands and closed his eyes and in a second they were gone.

Harry's POV

The sun was clearly setting now. Yet, Harry Potter never bothered turning the electric light on in his bedroom. He enjoyed the darkness of his room. It made him feel a little safer, being hidden in darkness, like being hidden behind shadows. He knew of course, that he was safe in this house because of his mother's blood protection. But no matter how safe the blood magic rendered him, he never considered this house a real home. He was safe from Voldemort and his death eaters, true, but he was never safe from his own relatives. And so he enjoyed the darkness that was filling his small room, with bits of moonlight now piercing the darkness as it shines through the gaps in his curtains.

He closed his eyes and let himself be immersed in his thoughts while keeping all his other senses alert for signs of intruders or death eaters. He had to be alert now. He had to be conscious of his actions. Any mistake he makes only leads to grave consequences. It only meant the death of someone innocent, killed in his place—just like Cedric and Sirius. Harry felt terrible pain and guilt wash over him for the nth time as he remembered Sirius, his jokes and his laughter ringing in his head. He felt terribly guilty about Sirius' death. For him it was his fault and nobody else's. He should have been smarter, he should have listened to Dumbledore and mastered his occlumency. He should have listened to Hermione and considered even a little, that maybe, just maybe he really did have a thing for saving people. Was it too much? Did he really have that Messianic complex?

But he knew now that he is a marked man. Dumbledore himself told him at the end of term just a few months ago. It was his destiny to kill Voldemort or be killed by him. "But I'm not going to let that happen. I will be the one doing the killing, not him", Harry thought.

Just then the magical aura around the room changed. Harry, having trained with Dumbledore for a few weeks now, had become more powerful and was now able to sense magical auras. He opened his eyes, moving them rapidly around to search the room for any evidence of magic. The aura felt strong yet disturbing. It had the feel of urgency to it as if someone is in danger and in need of help. Sensing this, Harry immediately sat up on his bed with his wand clutched tightly in his hand. Never mind that Harry was underage, Dumbledore had set the wards in his room for him to be able to do magic in here. Although he wasn't allowed magic anywhere inside the house except his room, inside his room he was free to practice spells and mutter incantations. The Dursleys did not know this of course, and he was careful not to let them know. He never knew what they would do to him if they found out. It would be like the summer after first year all over again.

Harry waited for something to happen as he sat on his bed with eyes wide open and his wand on his right hand. Just then, the wind blew inside his room and a figure of a girl appeared and landed very gracefully in by his door. For a fraction of a second he thought he was seeing a ghost, but a very beautiful ghost. Was she an angel then? For she was really pale—something aggravated by the fact that her hair which was in a pony tail was platinum blonde in color and was almost as pale as her skin. Her eyes which were obviously adjusting to the darkness in Harry's room were opened wide revealing a startling blue color, much like Dumbledore's eyes.

Harry snapped out of his shock in less than a second and took precaution. He immediately put the girl in a body bind. He had to sort out who this girl was first, how she got here and why she went here. It was surprising that someone was able to get into the wards Dumbledore had placed on Harry's room. But it was even more surprising that she got past the ancient blood protection of his mother sealed onto this house. So maybe she's not a death eater after all. But what if she was imperiused and was tasked to kill me or bring me to Voldemort? Harry decided that the best thing to do now is to bring her to Dumbledore. He would be able to figure this out and we would know who this girl is, where she came from, how she got here and why. So he approached the girl and looked at her face. She was pale alright and startled, yet she was very beautiful—like a very delicate piece of art with strength and determination showing in her eyes. Harry felt her eyes widen as she did the familiar gaze on Harry's forehead. So she knew him.

He decided to let the girl know what was about to happen. They were going to portkey after all. "I am getting you to Dumbledore, whoever you are.", he told her.

Then he grabbed a chain hanging from his neck, until he retrieved its pendant, which was a key. He clasped it in both of their hands and closed his eyes and in a second they were gone.