A/N: Hello! This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction on this website! I'm so excited to share it with you guys. I actually posted this story on another site at first, but when I looked back at the first ten or so chapters I realized how terrible the writing and plot/character development was so I decided to rewrite it and post it on FanFiction .Net. So here's the first chapter!

Isabelle Henry was a good friend of the marauders. No one, not even her knew that a curse had been laid upon her. When she reached the age of 15 she disappeared off of the face of the Earth. Not a trace left behind, only a memory. After years of staying with Death, she finally found herself in the dining room of Sirius's old house. Startled, she makes her way through a new time, Harry Potter's fifth year at Hogwarts. Why was she cursed? What does it mean?

1. Stranger in the Dark

Clara didn't know why there was a freak storm in the middle of September when minutes before there had been nothing but sunshine and warmth. It really was a strange phenomenon.

She cradled her newborn baby while rocking on an old chair; it's how her mother used to calm her down when she was a baby. The wind was beating against the window, making loud screeching noise that scared her baby, Isabelle. It blew against the wind chimes in the front of the house, which Clara regretted putting them there that summer since they rang at the slightest breeze.

Baby Isabelle cried when hail began to hit against the window making noises similar to a bat hitting a baseball.

"Shhh. It's okay, mummy's here," Clara whispered to her baby. In all honesty, the storm was scaring her too.

They were all alone in the small brick house, which Clara had just leased for sale, and there wasn't any neighbors around for miles. That was one of the reasons Clara nearly swore out loud when she heard a knock on the door.

"Who the bloody hell is out in a storm like this?" she mumbled to herself. She stood and placed Isabelle in her crib in the other room before rushing to the front room. She grabbed a stick off the coffee table and hid it behind her back.

Only it wasn't a stick, it was a wand. Because Clara was a witch, but not a green one, and she didn't have a large nose and warts on her face and tangled black hair. She was a witch with magical powers that she believed she used for good.

Clara rushed to the door; whoever it was probably didn't want to wait out in the rain.

Clara opened the door and came to face with a dark hooded figure. She couldn't see his face but quickly noticed his pale, bony hands clasped together.

"Hello, Clara," the hooded figure said in a raspy voice. Clara shivered.

"Hello, excuse me, who are you? What are you-" Clara said before the hooded figure pushed his way past her and into her home.

"You know who I am, there are many tales about me, I'm sure," said the figure.

"I really don't," said Clara, shutting the door, a little angry that the stranger just walked into her home.

"It is of no import. Where is the child?"

Clara froze, her mind instantly worrying about her newborn baby just in the other room.

"What child?" she asked.

"The one with fire-hair and ice-eyes, the one with a voice as loud as the wind in this storm, with stubbornness like a the hard rock in the Earth. The one that will cause or prevent the deaths of many. She cannot win her war without guidance, and it has been decided that her guidance be given as early as possible."

Clara was pretty sure that wasn't Isabelle. She was sweet and quiet most of the time, and quite possibly the calmest baby Clara had ever come in contact with. And she was pretty sure Isabelle didn't have red hair, then again she didn't have any hair.

"Isabelle is just a baby. What's all this about death? Who are you?" Clara asked as she watched the stranger walk across the front room on his way to the hall.

The stranger ignored her and walked through the hall and into the nursery. Clara followed quickly. Only when she entered the nursery, the figure was holding a scythe.

"I am Death."

The words sent shivers down Clara's spine and she somehow knew he wasn't lying. Death was standing right next to Isabelle's crib, and as much as Clara wanted to pull him away from her baby, she was frozen to the spot.

He placed a bony finger on the baby's forehead, who had previously been crying but suddenly stopped, and the tip of the scythe on the palm of the still baby girl. A white light glowed from her palm.

And then Death spoke in a quiet, raspy voice.

"Fire and Ice,

Wind and Earth,

Her pain will suffice,

to save all from Death,

or She will be cast down,

to the depths of Hell."

The first thought in Clara's mind once Death had finished speaking was It didn't rhyme. Then she realized just what didn't rhyme. It was a prophecy. Death had come into her home, touched her child and given a prophecy.

Death stepped back from the crib, his black cloak rustling with his movements. "When she is fifteen, she will be ready to accept her destiny."

Ready for what? Her destiny? Clara shook her head; this couldn't be happening to her, and certainly not to her baby girl. She was a respectable witch who had done no wrong to the world.

Death disappeared moments later and Clara put Isabelle to sleep and went to her bedroom to get some rest. It was a long night for her, and not one she wanted to remember.

She never spoke of the prophecy to anyone ever again.

15 years later

"Mum! We're going to miss the train if don't leave now!" I yelled up the stairs. My mom, Clara, has never been organized.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she said as she came down the stairs, nearly tripping on the bottom step. Typical of her. "Sorry. Alright, grab my hand, let's go."

I reached for her hand and felt the twisting suffocation that I always felt when side-along apparating. Today was September 1st, the day I went back to Hogwarts, and also my fifteenth birthday. I always thought it convenient that my birthday was on the 1st. It was the day I went to my second home and the day I got presents- er, I mean the day I get to celebrate another of being alive.

We apparated to Kings Cross Station. My mother and I reached Platform 9 ¾. My trunk, which was on a cart, rumbled behind me as I pulled it along..

"Better get going, mum." I said. I hugged her, smelling her vanilla body wash. "Love you."

"Love you too." She said smiling, and hugging me back. She looked a little worried. "Have a good time- oh, and before I forget," she pulled out a small package, "here's your birthday present! Happy Fifteenth!"

She seemed to falter a bit when she said 'Fifteenth!" but smiled at me all the same.

"Thanks, Mum," I slipped the package into the little rucksack hanging at my side. I smiled and hugged her again before boarding the train.

I walked through the corridors, looking for the compartment with my friends, when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into a compartment.

I fell on whoever grabbed me, causing multiple people to laugh. I looked at the person I fell on and saw James Potter, one of my best friends. His glasses were a bit askew and he had a sly grin on his face.

"Gee, thanks James. That's just what I needed on my birthday, a fall." I said laughing as I got off of him.

"Sorry, Izzy," he said, laughing as well. "Oh, and Happy Birthday."

"Happy Birthday, Isabelle," Remus said, another good friend of mine.

"Happy Fifteenth!" Sirius shouted in my ear.

"Happy Birthday, Izzy." A smaller voice said. I could tell it was Peter. I pulled my trunk from the hallway and put it over the seats; I kept my rucksack in my lap.

My four friends all presented me with gifts, which I eagerly opened. Sirius made a joke about slapping me fifteen times, that is until I made a crude hand gesture at him and threatened his long black hair with my wand.

"So, how is your, um, project going, Izzy," Peter asked me. I almost glared at him.

"Not well," I simply stated.

The project. It was, well, complicated. And hard. And frustrating.

"I can always help-" said Sirius.

"Absolutely not. I'd like to believe that I can do this on my own." I said. This was the third time I was refusing Sirius's help.

"Well, until you figure it out, we'll have to keep calling you Lynx," said James in an authoritative tone. I frowned at him.

"It's a bobcat. My patronus is a bobcat, not a lynx. There is a difference, you know," I said. Lynx is the nickname they gave me, after my patronus-which is a bobcat, not a lynx.

"We're still calling you Lynx. Bobcat would sound dumb, and it would be obvious to whom we are referring to. Plus the 'X' at the end of Lynx matches the scar on your hand."

"Fine," I huffed, crossing my arms and faking a pout, knowing they were right about it being obvious.

The scar James had referred to was a pale "X" shaped scar on the back of my right hand. It was considerably paler than the rest of me, which was saying something, and it had been there for as long as I could remember.

The rest of the train ride began as it always did. We ordered everything off the trolley and stuffed ourselves while laughing and talking. I even got Sirius and James to start gossiping like the teenage girls I knew they were.

And then everything went downhill.

It started with a tingling sensation in the lower half of my body. The sensation began to grow until it felt like I was vibrating. Then, it felt like I was burning, and it turned out I was. I looked down and saw the flames that engulfed my body, but didn't seem to be spreading anywhere else, and screamed. James and Sirius screamed too. Peter tried to hide under the seats. Remus ran out of the compartment for help. He's the smart one, if you didn't know.

"Shit, shit, shit. I'm dying!" I screamed. Strangely enough, I was on fire but it didn't hurt. I could only feel the warmth from the fire, no burning occurred.

That didn't last for long, fortunately, because soon I was drenching wet. I thought someone had gotten smart and poured some water on me, but it turned out no one did. It was like water was continuously pouring on me; it was running all down my face and made it hard to breath at the rate it was covering my face.

But then the water was gone and I was frozen. Not frozen like ice. Frozen as in I was a rock. A rock. I couldn't move or talk (I was screaming more than talking, though), and it was extremely uncomfortable. I heard the compartment door swing open.

Remus was back and I was no longer a stone. No, instead I was a freakin' breeze. Literally, I looked down and saw nothing, but I could feel the cold winds coming from me. Sirius's hair was whipping all around his face. I almost laughed, but then I remembered I was probably dying.

I noticed the teacher that was with Remus and quickly noted his shocked expression. So… definitely not normal for fifteen year olds to spontaneously catch on fire, get drenched with water, turn into stone, and become wind. Oh, don't let me forget what came next.

Plasma. Or electricity. I honestly didn't know the difference, and I didn't really care at the moment because I was busy with causing the lights to flicker in the compartment. I was back to looking human, except for my static-y hair and the visible lines of electricity that came from my jumper.

"What. The. Hell." I said as the electricity stopped coming off my body in waves. "If I'm dying-"

"Of course you're not, Izzy," James said, though I'm pretty sure he was just comforting himself.

"Nobody gets my Stuffed Panda!" I shouted, almost laughing. "I REPEAT, NOBODY GETS MY STUFFED PANDA!"

They all stared at me like I was crazy, which I am, and then burst out laughing.

My stuffed panda was our little joke, what brought us together. I used to carry it around at the beginning of first year, and that's what brought Sirius's and James's attention to me. I brought back each year to Hogwarts, and I always had to patch it up at the end of it.

Remus and the teacher were both talking to me, but I wasn't paying attention because the vibrating sensation began again. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened my mouth to warn them, when I noticed there was a cold breeze in the air. The Hogwarts Express is heated. I opened my eyes.

I wasn't on the Hogwarts Express anymore and my friends were gone. I was surrounded by darkness. I sat still on what I thought was the ground. Then it was like a light turned on and the darkness disappeared.

Except for the figure in front of me, wearing black robes and holding a scythe. Death.

A/N: That's it, hope you liked it! Please leave reviews and comments, thanks for reading!