A/N: FUTURE FIC! This is a look into the future (waaaay future) for I Stand for Freedom. I had to write something short to get back in the swing of writing again, and this just couldn't get out of my head – my brain kept giving me ideas about how Ismay was brought up by Harry and Draco and Elliot. Please don't read if you don't want to get spoilers. I won't reveal how they get together, or anything like that, but it is quite far in the future. I have not revealed what House she gets into, or the names of her. I will likely come back here and write occasional one-shots when I want to, but I'll ensure I don't disturb the storyline of I Stand for Freedom.

Disclaimer: None of my work belongs to me, it is solely the property of the one and only J.K. Rowling and any other company which has the copyright of Harry Potter, including Warner Bros. Nothing here belongs to me; all the characters are J.K. Rowling's originally, though any new character not part of the Harry Potter series belongs to me.

Title: I stand for freedom: one-shots

Author: hpjkrowling4ever

Family

Ismay had never doubted that she was loved. Many awful things had happened to her during her (admittedly quite short) life, but never once had she doubted the deep, powerful love of her dad, and then of her Dad H and Dad E when they came along. She had never doubted that they loved her, even when her siblings were born; they were actually Dad H's and Dad E's children, whereas she knew she wasn't. She'd had a wobble, that's for sure, but she had never properly doubted their love.

That was why eleven-year-old Ismay couldn't understand her current crisis. She leaned over the railings in the Astronomy Tower and took deep, steadying breaths. Dad H had told her about how wonderful the Astronomy Tower was for calming your thoughts and going over your problems, so she had snuck out of her dorm and come up here. She wasn't sure how she had avoided being caught, but she was glad she'd made it.

She sank down onto the cold stone ground and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She shivered briefly and wondered why she hadn't taken her dressing gown. It smelt of home: of Dad H's hot chocolate and late-night stories; of Dad E's fantastical re-enactments of creatures he'd met; of her Dad's rich, deep voice and the warmth of his love and magic; of the hugs of her family; of her siblings who came to her when they were upset. Nothing at Hogwarts smelt of home.

Would her dads forget her now she was here? Would they stop loving her now that she wasn't constantly there? Why did the other students at Hogwarts have to stare so hard at her and ask such questions? Why couldn't she stay at home?

Ismay had never overcome her fear of new situations and new people, and the curiosity of the other students here, with their prying questions and prying eyes, was too much for her. She wanted her Dad so badly. She wanted Dad E's advice. She wanted her Dad H's fantastic hugs. She wanted her siblings. She hooked her head over her knees and closed her eyes. She knew she stood out, with her pale blonde hair and warm golden eyes. Her fae heritage shone brightly, and there were still bigots out there who judged her for it. She'd heard their voices tonight. She knew her story, how she'd been born. She didn't know the details, but she had heard the rumours murmured, the tendrils of cruel whispers sneaking around her at supper.

Her fingertips glowed gold in the darkness and Ismay breathed deeply again. Her magic was sometimes out of control; she was powerful, and strong emotions tended to produce strong results. If she'd been at home, Dad E would have taken her outside to talk, or Dad would have wrapped her in his wings and she'd be safe, and Dad H would make her favourite cake. But here she was alone for the first time in her life.

Her breath hitched, and she curled in on herself as much as was possible in her current situation. Her fingers sought her pockets and she pulled out the two-way mirror her Dad H had slipped to her. He'd told her that this was for emergencies only. Did this qualify as an emergency? She wasn't sure it did, but at this point, she was so desperate for her parents that she was willing to risk a scolding.

"Dad," she whispered to the mirror. She didn't specify which dad she wanted; she knew the mirror knew she wanted all three of them.

The surface shimmered briefly and suddenly her Dad's worried face appeared. It was quite dim where he was, and when he spoke she realised that she must have woken him.

"Issy? Are you okay? Is everything alright?" he asked, his eyes searching her face. Beside him, she saw Dad H lean over to the light and turn it on. He fumbled for his glasses and put them on. Dad E had sat up and wrapped an arm around Dad's shoulders, rubbing gently.

She squeezed the bridge of her nose to halt any tears. Her Dad's face became even more worried.

"Issy, speak, darling," he said. She saw his fingers clutch her Dad H's on top of the covers.

"I – I –" she took a deeper breath, but somehow couldn't get enough air in her lungs. She distantly recognised the preliminary signs of a panic attack.

"Issy, take deep breaths now, love," Dad E said. His warm voice flowed over her and she listened to the calming tone of it rather than the actual words and she felt her breathing ease. Dad E was the best at calming her down when she panicked.

"I miss you," she whispered, staring at the cold ground. She wasn't great at expressing her feelings, but her dads were excellent at reading between the lines.

"Oh, Issy, sweetheart," Dad H murmured. He made an aborted movement to get out of bed and ran his hands through his sleep-mussed hair. "We miss you too, sweetpea."

"Really?" she asked, her insecurities rearing their ugly heads. She heard Dad E sigh.

"Issy, love, of course we do. We're your dads. Draco sat in your room until your owl appeared telling us your news. And Harry made so many chocolate cupcakes I think we'll be eating them until you get home," Dad E pointed at her two dads in turn.

"Don't forget that you re-organised the whole of the office totally unnecessarily, El," Dad H said fondly to Dad E.

Ismay gave a weak smile and looked at her Dad, whose eyes hadn't stopped looking her up and down.

"Ismay – darling, look at me," he said. If she'd been at home, she knew that he would have brought out his wings. Her eyes sought his, and they looked at each other for a long time. It was in moments like this that she had flashes of the first four years of her life, where the only person who mattered was her Dad; he was the angel who made everything better for her. "There is no way we could ever forget you, darling." As usual, he'd seen right to the bottom of the problem. He looked at Dad E and Dad H, who both rolled their eyes but nodded. "We asked Professor McGonagall if she'd let us take you out to lunch this weekend. We were going to surprise you, but I think you need to keep remembering that there is no force in the entire world that would make me forget you, Issy."

Issy wiped at her eyes and nodded. Dad H smiled gently at her.

"Now get up off the floor of the Astronomy Tower, sweetheart. It's cold and it was raining today. We'll write to you tomorrow and tell you all about the latest antics your younger siblings have got up to. They miss you too, you know. There was a massive argument over supper about how unfair it was that we got to see you when they didn't."

Ismay gave a watery chuckle.

"Thanks," she whispered. "I love you."

"We love you too, darling," her Dad said, his fingers reaching towards her as if they could touch her. "Don't ever forget how wonderful you are, right?"

Ismay reached out too, and their fingers seemed to touch in the mirror. She nodded jerkily and ended the call. Taking a deep breath, she picked herself up off the floor and made her way back to her dorm and her sleeping dorm mates.

Tomorrow would be a new day.

A/N: unbetaed so let me know if there are any mistakes!