Everlasting Flames
A "Harry Potter" fanfiction
I do not own "Harry Potter"
Summary:When Isabella "Temper" Potter comes to Hogwarts, everyone expects her to have her mother's temper. However, when she shows up and starts setting things on fire, they soon realize her temper is much worse than they expected.
Author's Note: This is going to be a bunch of random times throughout Isabella's school years. This was just a random idea I got and I thought it would be an interesting story. In the future, my character (Isabella Maia Potter) will be in some of my other fanfictions. Unless specifically mentioned, the events in this or any other fanfiction will be non-existent.
Chapter 1
October 31st 1991
Isabella's P.O.V
"She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends." Ron Weasley said loudly to Dean and Seamus as Hermione and I are walking past them. They all laugh, and Hermione attempts to run to the bathroom to cry. Feeling rage course through me as they insult an innocent girl that just tried to help, I grab hold of her arm so she isn't able to run off and I started to stomp over to them, dragging her with me. She must've figured out what I planned on doing, because she quickly squeaked out "Y-you don't have to do th-that for m-me!" but I responded determinedly " No one deserves what he's doing, especially someone who was just trying to help." I walked over and asked, my tone threatening, "What did you just say?" my voice starting off as a whisper but ending in a yell, a fire burning in my eyes as I glared hatefully at him. At first he looks smug at his joke, but quickly withers under my glare. "Hermione is not a nightmare you little shit! You're the one who shouldn't have any friends, you prat ! If you even look at her wrong one more fucking' time, I'll cut off your bits and throw them off the astronomy tower!" I yelled at him, and as I talked we are all slowly surrounded by a large wall of fire, my eyes glowing with the magic I'm using, not even noticing what I'm doing until I finish my rant. When Ron looked too frightened to even move, I quickly growl out at him to apologize. "S-s-sor-sorry Her-Her-Hermione" he stuttered out, and for a second I thought he was related to Professor Quirrell with how badly he stuttered. I shook my head, getting my thoughts back on topic, "Do it one more time Weasley, I fucking dare you." I threatened him, and then I grabbed Hermione and walked her back to our dorms so she could clean up the tears that managed to fall from her eyes when they insulted her. She blushed embarrassedly and apologized, but I just waved her off. "It's what friends do." I replied.
Hermione's P.O.V
As I sat next to the girl who just defended me without a reason, I couldn't help but wonder why. My confusion must have shown on my face, because she smiled and told me softly, "You didn't deserve that. You were only trying to help him, and he ended up being a prat about it." "Won't you get in trouble?" I asked her in response. She put a finger up to my lips and smiled. "The only thing I regret was that he managed to not lose control over his bladder. I don't regret helping you at all." I couldn't help it, I burst out into laughter. We both started laughing so hard tears left my eyes.
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