Hey there!

This is my first fanfiction, and It's about Belle Putey, daughter of Albus Dumbledore, unbeknownst to each other. There used to be two short chapters, I mixed them and added some more... Hopefully you'll like it!

R&R please!

Dedicated to a Edward-lover-anime-girl-called-Esra! )

Isabella Dumbledore was utterly happy. The reason wasn't that she was happily married to the man of her dreams, nor the fact that she was the head of Auror Department at the age of twenty six, a rather early age for such a position.

Isabella Dumbledore was happy, because she was having a baby in less than eight months.

She threw the 'Witch's Daily' magazine, which was covered with purple, dazzling words, 'The Spell Of The Year: Find Your Pregnancy With A Mere Flick Of Your Wand, page 12' away and grabbed her wand which was on the dining table near her. She was about to dash out of the house when she realized that she was still in her pyjamas, and with a swift movement of her wand, she was wearing an elegant knee-length dress, and she skipped through Hogsmade streets to break the news to her husband.

The transfiguration teacher's room was the most unusual room of the whole Hogwarts, just like the owner, with puffing and floating equipments and a huge pack of Bertie Bott's on a coffee table in the middle. There was the table which had the mentioned equipments on, and a man sitting before the table, a man with blue eyes, and long, black hair with spikes of white here and there.

In front of the table, there was a woman, a woman with chocolate brown curls, brown eyes, and a slender beauty. She had a petite figure, but her face was firm. Shock was evident on her face, but it was turning into anger as the minutes passed. When she started to talk, her trembling lips were a faint line, and there were not any trace of weakness on her face.

'You want to divorce?' she asked, not believing one word that left her mouth.

'Isabella, as I said before, it's too risky. Grindelward… I have too many enemies to have a personal life.' He said, already given up his hopes about hurting the person he cared the most.

'I can defend myself! I am not a doll, I am the head of bloody Auror Department, in case you forgot!' the woman bellowed, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

'I perfectly know your capacity to defend yourself, but what if we have a family, children? Will they be able to defend themselves from Grindelward or any other enemy of us? Will you be able to forgive-?'

'But we don't have children, Albus,' the woman muttered.

'I know that you want children, just as I do, and I won't take motherhood from you, I love you way too much for that.'

'You love me?' she said disbelief evident in her voice, 'Your love is only for your work, for 'Greater Good' she added a voice full of hatred and stood up.

She left the room without a glance to her back, if she looked back she knew her resolution would break into millions of pieces, just like her heart, but what she didn't know was if she looked back, she could see Albus Dumbledore crying, his robe getting wet by silent tears.

'Mommy! I don wanna wake up!' a six year old girl whined as her mattress was being taken away from her. Her chocolate brown curls bounced as she sat on the little bed she was sleeping on previously. She glared at her mother with her blue eyes, just like his father's, which saved her from being the exact copy of her mother.

'Why am I awake? Where is Penny?' she asked to her mother, referring to her babysitter.

'She is ill, honey. She can't come today, she owled me five minutes before. How about going to James and Auntie Daisy?'

'Yaaayy!!' the children shouted, and started to jump on her bed, not a trace of the sleepiness left.

'Children...' Isabella Dumbledore muttered as the brown haired toddler skipped to the bathroom with her snitch-patterned pyjamas.

Just then, she heard a light tapping on the window, and she saw the white owl, probably carrying Daisy Potter's answer.

Bella,

Of course you can bring Belle, honey! God knows how long James has been bickering about how 'lonely' he has been, and 'losing all of his friends'!(How can a six year old can have that much friend is beyond me!)

By the way, we haven't had the chance to install the Floo Network here; we've been all hectic about the 'great moving in'!

Love,

Dee-dee

Isabella Putey, now divorced and 'safe' from her former husband's enemies, let a little smile creep upon her face. Daisy was more than her best friend, she was a sister, she was with her when she needed her most, especially after her break down with him.

Things have changed now; she could understand what he meant. She knew he loved her as much as he loved his work, his students, and she knew she loved him, so much that she wouldn't divide his love and commitment by telling him about his daughter and her forgiving him.

Yet, some things were the same, just like she and her daughter were in danger because of her position in Ministry. Their house was protected by Fidelius Charm, and the secret keeper was Daisy herself, but still, there was a war going on and Fidelius Charm or not, Isabella was afraid for her daughter.

'Mother!' cried the six year old girl, desperation evident in her voice, 'Help me?'

She had brushed her teeth and combed her hair quickly in order to go to her best friend's house, but when it came to what to wear, she was stuck.

Her mother peeked from the door, and sighed at the amount of clothes lying over her daughter's bed. She was really astonished by her daughter being a posh princess.

'Why don't you go with plain jeans and a normal t-shirt? God knows in which state you will return after being with James a whole day' she advised her daughter as she rummaged through the pink pile of clothes to find a decent match of clothes.

'Jeans? Mummy, do I even have jeans? I want a nice pink skirt and a nice pink t-shirt!' the toddler whined, her lower lip shaking, indicating she was about to cry.

Isabelle saw this, and hugged her daughter.

'Honey, you have to be comfortable, you don't want to be bothered by your nice pink skirt when you are running after James, right? And I'm sure you can't fly with a skirt, can you?' she tried to manipulate her daughter, but the little girl only whined and said, 'But I wanna look nice!'

'But you do look nice in jeans, Belle.' she said, but a look in her stubborn daughter clearly showed her that she wasn't being successful. That left only one choice to her.

'Honey, what about cooking a chocolate cake tonight? She asked, knowing that combining cooking and chocolate would help with her stubborn daughter.

She enjoyed herself as her daughter's eyes brightened with the mention of the pair of her favourite things.

'Really?' she said with a high-pitched voice, 'But I want it to be absolutely chocolated!'she added and got the jeans waiting for her from her mother's hands.

As Isabelle apparated into Potter's large and cosy living room with her daughter in her arms, she had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

'James Potter!' a voice she knew too well shouted, 'Where are the cookies that I made for Bella?'

As she looked around, she realized a too-innocent-looking James Potter licking the traces of chocolate on her thumb. In a minute, Daisy Potter emerged from her kitchen, still wearing her apron, and her grey eyes flaming. However, as she saw her best friend, all the traces of anger had gone from her face, and as they hugged each other, laughing, James Potter loved her Auntie Bella more than anything in the world.

The Head of Auror Department, Isabella Putey, was sitting in her office and drumming with her fingers on the elaborately carved mahogany table. Her eyes had a far away look, caused by a note that was delivered by an owl when she arrived.

To Isabella Putey, the Head of Auror Department;

Due to an anonymous denunciation, we were informed a probable assault to an important individual in Magical World by the dark wizard named Grindelward. The suspected victims are listed below;

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore/Future Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry

Isabella Lucifer Putey/ Head of Auror Department

Hera Bones/ Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Tatiana Holyshe/Improper Use of Magic Office

Today,at three o'clock, a meeting will be held in the Meeting Chambers, and the people listed above must be present.

It was ironic, though, how he left her to keep her out of danger, and how they both were in danger now. As she thought about the meeting, she knew she had to be careful, he mustn't learn about Belle, he thought she was safe from his enemies; she had nothing but herself to protect, otherwise he would blame himself, and make his life harder than it is already, she knew he was like an enigma, his reactions, his soft spot for power, and his thoughts about 'the Greater Good'...

She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and sighed, there were fifteen minutes, and she better get going to the meeting.

As she advanced to the door, she sighed deeply and opened the delicate door handle, which lead her to the luxurious corridors of the ministry of magic.

Belle Putey was hundred percent focused on the Bludger that was about to hit Potters' neighbour, Alice Ganite.

They; James, Alice and her was playing Quidditch, James the Seeker, she the Beater, and Alice the Keeper. She had her stick tightly between her legs and she was advancing to the bludger, which was flying nearer to a completely unaware James, accelerating every minute nearer to Alice. As she was getting nearer to the Bludger, she felt a tingling sensation which probably came from flying, and as she sent the Bludger away with all of the force a six year old can muster, she felt the satisfaction of being successful.

'Good job, Belle! Remind me when I'm the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team to take you!' James shouted above from her, probably searching for the Snitch, being so sure of himself and his future archievements as always.

'If I were you, James Potter, I would concentrate on the Snitch instead of your future, or else, this game will stretch to eternity.' Alice retorted, eager to finish the game and taste Mrs Potter's famous cookies.

Right on the cue, James saw the golden glimmer right above Alice's head, and five minutes later, triumphant James, irate Alice and cookie-obsessed Belle was heading to the Potter Mansion, their hands tightly wrapped on their brooms.

'He misinterpreted everything, Dee!' Isabelle moaned, as her best friend made a cup of coffee to her.

'Bella, please slow down, I'm not following you, what happened?' Daisy said, in a calm and controlled voice as she put the porcelain cup in front of Isabelle.

'I will start from the beginning, but where is James and Belle?' she asked, being just apparated in the middle of the kitchen, followed by a wave of hysteria, she didn't have time to see her beloved daughter.

'They are playing with the miniature Quidditch field Harold bought to James as a birthday present, Merlin knows James loves Quidditch, they had been playing Quidditch the whole day with Alice, and now, they don't have any energy left, so they are playing with that thing... I should have known marrying to a Quidditch addict had to have its side effects...' she babbled, trying to distract her best friend, but knowing it was futile. From the minute she apparated into her kitchen, she understood from the pure agony written all over her face that Albus Dumbledore made an appearance to her life again, and thus, she would suffer again .

'Good,' Isabelle mumbled, eradicating the possibility of her daughter eavesdropping. 'I saw him today; there was a meeting, only for the ones who were on Grindelward's list, and apparently he was there, being the old colleague. We were talking about how to improve our defences, and I was avoiding him perfectly. Just then, when I thought it was finished, that Cornelius Fudge, a junior member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, asked about the extra cautions for the families of the people mentioned, and of course those who had a family to protect had to give their daily life details. When it was my turn, I talked about Belle, and when he heard that I had a daughter, he abruptly left, probably assuming that I was happily married with dozens of children, as if I could ever be with somebody but him.' She finished, a single drop of tear running through her cheek.

'Bella, you decided that you and your daughter had nothing to do with him when you left him six years ago. And now, he thinks that you are happy with a family, and he will focus on his duties even more, I thought it was what you wished...' she answered, trying to be the voice of logic.

'But... It hurts, Dee, It hurts too much...' she muttered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

'I know, sweetheart, I know... But it will fade away. Remember how you were six years ago? And how it faded away in time? This is the same, honey, I can't guarantee that it will be gone completely, but I know it will diminish...' Daisy Potter said, as she hugged her best friend.

'It will go away, like it did before...' Isabella said, trying to convince herself, but knowing deep inside, it will always hurt when a memory of their happy times was triggered, or just a look of Belle's eyes, same as those twinkling eyes that she had seen nearly every emotion from her husband, love, adoration, anger, and recently, grief.

Outside of the kitchen, two children were leaning on the door, listening intently the conversation between their mothers, confusion and bewilderment evident in their eyes.

So, how was it??