Trust
Trust is a word we all throw around, including I, Isabell. My heart breaks every time I have to do that but there is no other option.
The orphanage where I live is called Hope. In the rich countryside about ten kilometres away from London.
Ironically, that's not what kids found there. If anything, they seemed to lose the little hope they had left. How do I know? I've been here since I was five there is very little I don't know in this matter.
Since your reading, this let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Isabell Mina Thomas. My birthday is on 1 September. I'm short, with coal black hair and Indian. My most recognizable features are my eyes. The darkest of browns almost black, but never quiet reaching there.
Like most short people, I hate it when I am picked on because of my height. Sadly, I have a quick temper that no one enjoys being caught in. Oh, nearly forgot, I'm a musician. Like a real one.
A finger clicked in front of me waking me up from the daydream I was having. I looked up to see Luca snapping his fingers in front of her trying to get her attention. He did not look pleased and she winced at the thought of extra punishment.
"There is someone here to see you,' he said his voice cold as the bitter wind of winter. She shivered under his gaze.
A family was waiting for her at the front door. Ready to look for a new addition among children who weren't wanted. She hated it when people came thinking that they were making lives better for them. Thinking they understood the emotions that came with it. They only came because she was a musical prodigy. As much as she hated Hope it was the only constant in her life and she wanted it to stay that way.
She patiently heard them out as they wished to adopt her. They're family name was Malfoy. They were a pureblood wizarding family. Since his wife could not have another child they were looking at adoption and she seemed to be the best choice.
She tried o find the words to tell them she wasn't interested. "Please understand I mean you no offence truly but, um," she bit her lip trying to think of the best phrasing, " I truly feel I'm not the kid for you. There are other younger children, who- will be able to adapt to the changes. I'm sorry but this is how I feel."
The family looked as if they had been slapped. Mr Malfoy looked ready to kill her. He took out his wand and pointed it at her.
" You ungrateful urchin. We wanted you to be part of our family to be happy," his voice was even colder than Luca's and his wand began to shoot out red sparks.
Out of reaction the thirteen year old took out her wand and pointed it out like a conductors baton. It was the exact size and shape. Made of Blackwood and had the core of phoenix feather.
"Look if I was really going to be happy I would've accepted your offer. If I wanted to go back to that world of persecution and hypocrisy then I would. I've made my bed so I'll lay in it," my voice was filling with a French accent I had that bled into my voice whenever I was troubled.
He took no heed and quickly sent a curse flying at me. I dogged but it hit Ryan the youngest child there. He immediately doubled over and yelled in pain. My fury escalated and came out uncontrolled.
I summoned a knife and threw it at him in rage. It missed the target and immediately appeared in my hand again. At that moment Stravanni came into the room. Using a wandless wordless spell he put a shield between us.
" Would you kindly leave Abraxes she clearly isn't into the offer," his ever calm voice said.
Luca took them out. While he took the spell off Ryan. My heart broke as he was still shivering even as it was lifted off him.
"Isabell to the lounge please," said Stravanni his voice emotionless.
I made my way to the lounge. The knife had disappeared and I slid the wand into the bun in my hair. Shortly afterwards they came. Them being civil was even more scarier than when they were abusive.
" You have to go back and try again Isabell," said Luca breaking the silence.
" Why? I do well at my music and school. Please," I said hating the thick accent that came with my voice.
" If today taught you something it was you need to learn control, Ryan could have been damaged forever Nerrel," he said using my nickname.
" Can't you guys please teach me I'll take extra lessons but don't send me back there," I pleaded
" Sorry Nerrel, but Rhonda already said Hogwarts was ready to take you or we could send you to the Dark Lord but Hogwarts is the best option, people your age," explained Stravanni
" Fine," I said defeated I was going back to the world I escaped.
" The school year starts next week on your birthday, go or else," he threatened
He flicked his wand at me and I found I was in the black plain long sleeved dress I wore whenever I went to perform. I picked up the violin case and opened it and took out the violin. I get ready and played letting the notes linger in the air. The sad notes filled the room.
They both had gotten their whips out ready to punish me.
Hope was an orphanage that specialised in prodigies of all kinds. From science to the catwalk. It was like a monarchy with them as the kings. We were regularly punished, but it was hidden so well with charms that no one but us knew.
I winced as I played wrong note and felt the whip on my neck. A ring filled the air. They quickly hid the scar the whip had made and went to answer the front door.
The within seconds the whole orphanage was assembled in the foyer waiting to greet our guest. Ryan was still shivering with a blanket around his shoulder. Stella a seventeen year old model quickly scooped him up and pressed against her mumbling in Russian into his ears slowly he relaxed.
The Dark Lord had come. This was sort of his escape from his death eaters. I owed my mother's death to him. But I couldn't stay angry at him for long.
" Isabell what is this about you throwing a knife at Malfoy?" he demanded
Anger seeped threw me, " He wanted to force me into his care. Sorry but I did not spend my life away from that world just to go back to it." I said rudely
" Crucio," he said
I screamed in pain.
"I will not be spoken to like that you of all people should know that," He said and lifted the pain off me when I thought I could bear no more.
He made his way to Stella taking Ryan off her hands. He was now in a fitful sleep. Kicking all over the place.
"I'm taking him to the healers," he said a rare piece of affection he only showed when he was here.
"As you please my Lord," we answered back.
" Isabell, you are going to Hogwarts and case closed," he said over the shoulder as he walked out.
I nodded numbly. The world isn't a silver platter and if it was up to me I would take out all the magic in me. I really hate it, the world I could never distance myself from.
A/N: This is a new fic. Flames are welcome tell me what you think.