Hello everyone! Thanks for reading my new Harry Potter fanfic.! I do not own the story of Harry Potter, nor a lot of the setting, characters, and maybe some of the plot points. The main character of this story's name is Isabella, and nicknamed Bella, and in case anyone was wondering, I thought up of this story before I knew anything about Twilight. Also, this story is being re-written and so the intro is very similar to my first try, if you read the first one. I didn't feel that Draco was as true to his real character as he should be. And thirdly, this intro is really lame, it just sets everything up. I PROMISE it gets better after this soo please read past the 1st chapter before you give up on it! Thanks!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and please comment! I love to know your thoughts!

Introduction

Dear Diary, August 1, 2009

I am in a very confusing point in my life, and so I thought I would start a diary to help me clear my head so I can figure out who I am and what's going on in my life.

My name is Isabella Drake, but everyone calls me Bella.

I am 16 years old. I have straight, dirty-blond hair, and, unlike most girls my age, I actually like my body. I'm averaged height and athletic.

My favorite part about myself is my eyes. You see, they're kind of magical; they change color with my emotions. Happy: deep blue, in love: aqua, mysterious: hazel, sad: baby blue, troubled: windy grey (like the skies before a storm), mad: blazing green with specks of red.

Also, I have the "ability" to 'see' people. What I mean is, when I look deeply into someone's eyes, I am able to see who they really are, I understand what they've been through, even if I don't know the details. I see the masks they show the world, and why they put them there. It's like I can see their soul kind of. It's interesting, after I've 'seen' a person, they begin to act like the real them more and more, till they finally become that person. For some people I think it's because they subconsciously realize that they will be accepted for who they are, and don't need to pretend anymore. For others, it's like I rip off their mask, even if just for a second, and then they (once again subconsciously) realize that they are wearing a mask, and that they don't really want to wear the mask anymore.

So far I've told you about myself, and so I guess next is where I come from: my family.

My mom, Zara Starr, grew up here in England, in the magical world. She never really fancied it, but lived with it because she knew nothing else. On my mom's side, we are part of a very old wizards family, as old as the Malfoy's, but they don't like to admit that.

My father, Russell Drake, was also born here in England to wizards, with muggle grandparents. (His parents met in at Hogwart, fell in love, and got married, leaving their muggle ways behind them.) He thought the wizard world was brilliant, especially compared to the boring lives his grandparents lived.

My parents were both accepted to Hogwarts, and were both placed in Gryffindor, my father a year ahead of my mother. They fell in love there and were happily married. Then You-Know-Who came to power, and my mother's parents were some of the first to go, so she insisted that the three of us move to the muggle world. My father agreed, but continued to, secretly, work at for the Ministry, and when You-Know-Who found out, well… my father was killed. I'm surprised my mother lets me go back to that world… I suppose she feels sorry for me to grow up without a father.

So it's just my mother and I on our large 'estate', and our pets: two dogs, a golden retriever and a chocolate lab, and several tabby cats that come and go as they please. Then there are my pets. I have a barn owl that I got when I started Hogwarts named Love, and a beautiful, black horse, named Magic.

Magic and I have a special connection. I got her when I was just a couple years old, and since I've had her, we developed a much stronger relationship then most humans have with their pets. When we are touching, we can communicate, like we can read each other's minds. Because she can hear my every thought and emotion, she's my best friend, and she helps me stay sane in this crazy world. She understands me like nobody else, even if she isn't human. It bloody sucks that I can't take her to Hogwarts with me.

Even though we have this special connection, we both still love just running through the fields, along the shore, and jumping through the air. We are a perfect match.

My other best friend is Maggie Bishop. We met on our way to Hogwarts for the first time. *shiver* (That's another story) What can I say about Maggie? She has a ton of energy, is very girly, and can be very quiet, though once she's comfortable with you, she'll show you her wild and crazy side. During the summer we spend a lot of time together, and her parents have grown to love me as their second daughter.

My other friends are the 'Golden Trio,' as Maggie and I like to call them, that is when they're not off saving the world from You-Know-Who. (Harry keeps trying to get me to say his name, but I just can't bring myself to do it, never the less, pronounce it.) Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom are also our friends.

At the end of the month we'll all be returning to Hogwarts for our forth year. All my friends and I are in Gryffindor. I got landed there because, (a) all my family members have been in Gryffindor, (b) I didn't fit in anywhere else, and (c) the Sorting Hat saw the connections I had already made with my new friends, who were already placed in Gryffindor, so here I am.

I love Hogwarts; the living with friends, the classes are great, well most of them, and I just love the place itself, so full of magic and mystery. School is perfect, with only one flaw… one boy to ruin it all…

***flashback***

The heated train car warms my face from the chilly English September air as I find a car to myself on the Hogwarts Express. My heart wildly beats from excitement of a new adventure, and the adrenaline rush that comes with that. It was a short two months ago that I received the letter from Professor Dumbledore explaining that I had been expected to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this fall! I was so excited to learn that I would not have to return to public school with the same stupid kids that I've been forced to be around since I started school. I was exhilarated to learn that I'm free from that life! I was desperate to join the magical world! Putting my suitcase away, I sit and stared mindlessly out of the train car window, listening to my iPod. I got here early so I could get an empty one, and not have to deal with the awkwardness of "can I simply intrude upon your lives by joining you in this small compartment for a next few hours?"

My mom is very interested in anything "muggle" and therefore I have all the newest things muggle things. I let my mind wander back to my mother, who is probably on her way home right about now. I wonder what she'll do without me around now? She's a great mom, but she needs me. I know she does. I sigh, I guess she'll have to figure out how to live without me.

She really is a good mom, especially for a single mom. She gives me the freedom to be myself, yet I know she'll always be there to support me. She was there for me when things started going downhill at school. I used have so many friends and then Samantha Slane just had to move to MY school and mess everything up. I tried to be her friend, but she hated me so much. I shake my head, clearing my head from thoughts of her. No, this year is going be different! I just know it!

"HELLO?" someone shouts at me, they're face way to close to mine. I jump a little and take out my ear buds.

"Yes?" I ask trying to get my heartbeat down to a normal rate and sound cool, this is my first shot at making friends, I'm not going let myself ruin it!

Looking up at the person who had broken my thoughts, I see a skinny boy, about my age. His blond hair is greased back in a discussing way. I can see that if he lost some of the grease he would be kind of cute, actually VERY cute! That's when I saw his eyes. I notice how deep they are, but also piercing, ice cold. A shiver runs down my spine. His eyes are so cold, and filled with something. Anger? Yes, there's anger, but mostly something else? But what is it? He looks down, escaping my knowing gaze. What is he hiding? What doesn't he want me to see?

"HELLO? I said what's your name?" his cold voice, once again interrupts my thoughts. Apparently, I had gone off in my own little world again. Mental note: don't zone out in front of other people.

"Sorry, um, I'm Isabella, Isabella Drake," I stumble, extending my hand to shake his.

"Names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" his hand reaches out and grabs mine. A shiver runs down my spine. His hands are as cold as his eyes. I can feel the coldness running from his hand into mine. I know the Malfoy name, and know the reputation that goes along with it. I try not to think of it, and give him a fair chance, but he's so cold.

"It's nice to meet you," I say, pulling my hand away.

I stare into his eyes again; they are so entrancing, and I desperately want to know what they are trying to tell me. He has a secret, and only his eyes will give it away, and only to me.

Suddenly two stupid looking, over weight boys come stumbling in, shoving sweets in their mouths. I am disgusted, and only seemsDraco annoyed with them.

"There you two are. Meet Isabella." He says to the boys, gesturing to me, and to me he adds "and these two oafs are Crabbe," pointing to the one on the right, "and Goyle" pointing to the other.

"Uh... nice to meet you" I say, a little concerned for these boys' health. They just wave sticky fingers at me. I try not to let the disgust show on my face, but it's hard. Are these Draco's friends? What's he doing with these guys?

Draco gestures to them and tells them find a car. The boys snicker to each other and stumble off. Why are they snickering? This can't be good…

Draco turns to me. Instantly I know he's changed. His eyes are blazing with lust. This is not good. He sits down next to me and says, "Now that we're alone, how about we get to know each other a little better?" He wraps his perverted arm around me.

This is not good. I need to get away from him before he looses control, if he hasn't already. I scoot away from him. Trying to come up with an excuse, I quickly blurt out, "I need to the bathroom!" I stand up and start walking backwards towards the door, not daring to let my eyes leave him till I'm out the door.

He stands up and says, "What's wrong baby? Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Why don't you come back here?" He grabs my waist and pulls me back into the car and closes all the doors, windows, and blinds.

He's lost it. Shit. He's going to rape me. Fuck. Draco moves towards me again. Great way to start a new school.

"Come here baby, we can have some real fun... I'm sure I can please you," he assures me slyly, a smirk plastered to his face.

Maybe I can talk him down. I doubt it by this point, but what else can I do? "Uh, Draco, you seem like a nice guy, but I'd rather get to know you a little better first, and you should really be getting back to your friends and I need to go to the, uh, bathroom," I say, making another try for the door.

Draco doesn't let me go that easy. His eyes are even more intense now. He grabs my waist again and pushes me onto the floor. Fuck.

"They don't need me and you don't need the bathroom, but I do need you," he whispers in my ear as he lays himself down on me.

Fuck. I'm not going down without a fight! No one takes my virginity that easily!

Now would be the time to start screaming. I kick and scratch him! I scream at the top of my lounges, "GET OFF! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! RAPE! GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD! HELP! RAAAAAPPPPE! HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLPPPPP!"

In shock, Draco hits me on the head with something really hard, over and over again. I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. Right before I go out, I see the door opening and the most amazing green eyes coming to save me.

A Few Hours Later Still on the Train:

I become aware that my forehead is wet as I began to slip slowly back into consciousness. I realize something wet is patting my head. Sudden pain sears my head.

"Mom?" I whisper, cringing at the pain. I try to open my eyes but they to be seem glued shut. I hear the sounds of a train running on its tracks. I remember I'm off to Hogwarts. Meaning that's not my mom. Awkward.

"She's awake!" I hear a female voice say from, what I can image, across the car.

"Hey, are you ok?" I hear a male voice ask from right above me. I rub your eyes and they flutter open and I see a black haired boy, with those green eyes. He's the one that saved me. He's sitting with my head in his lap, holding a wet cloth to my swollen, pounding head.

"Yeah, I think so. What happened?" I mumble, trying to sit up.

"Oh no you don't!" a different female voice says and softly pushes me back down. She must be sitting by my feet. I'm laying with my knees in towards my chest, like a fetal position.

"We heard you screaming bloody murder and so we ran into the car to find some bastard on top of you. You were out cold," says another boy.

I remember. Draco Malfoy. I cringe.

"Oh, thanks for saving me," I say, trying not remembering my most recent memories.

"No problem, any time," replies the green-eyed boy with a soft smile.

"What happened?" says the second female voice, seeming very concerned.

"Don't make her talk now, give her a minuet to wake up, and remember herself," the first girl replies.

Thinking straight, I roll over to my side and slowly prop myself up on one arm. I am now able to see the rest of the faces. I look around and see two guys and two girls.

"Not to be rude or anything, but who are you guys?" I ask them.

"Oh! Right! Silly us!" says the second girl, very informative and in control. "My name is Hermione Granger."

The other girl introduces herself, in a shy, sweet voice, "I'm Maggie, Maggie Bishop."

The second boy answers, blushing a bit, "I'm Ronald Weasley, but just call me Ron."

Finally, the green-eyed boy spoke, "And I'm Harry... Harry Potter." He looks into my eyes, and I am mesmerized, but not like how I was by Draco's. This was different. It's like he is showing me his whole world, his life story, and himself. I know I can trust him, and that he will always be my friend.

Harry mouth turns into a gorgeous smile, and asks me, "and who is the beautiful, young women who we saved?"

I blush and reply, "I'm Isabel Drake, but everyone just calls me Bella. It's nice to meet you all." I only look meet the eyes of everyone else as I say the last bit.

*** end flashback***

I should really get to sleep now, it's late and tomorrow I will be buying my school supplies with the gang in Diagon Alley.

Goodnight.

Isabella Drake