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Obviously nothing of this is mine, but the plot and any character you don't recognize.

"Come on Ella, wake up!" A young boy, who was 11, shouted, shaking his younger, twin sister.

"Five more minutes Rabastan!" The girl cried, throwing the covers over her head. Rabastan just tried to pull the covers back off of her.

"But Ella, we start Hogwarts today!" The boy yelled.

That did it.

"I'm up!" Isabella Lestrange shouted, throwing aside her covers and jumping out of her bed.

"Now get out!" Isabella pushed her brother out of the door and closed it. Rabastan just looked at the door and shook his light brown hair, letting it finally settle against his forehead, before heading downstairs. Isabella changed into clothes for her trip to Hogwarts. She combed her long brown hair out of her sparkling blue eyes. Her blue eyes were part of what made her different from the rest of her family, who all had hazel colored eyes. Nobody was quite sure where she got her blue eyes from; it was a mystery, much like the girl, herself.

Today she started Hogwarts with her twin brother, Rabastan. Her older brother, by a year, Rodolphus had started the previous year and as suspected, was sorted into Slytherin. Isabella and Rabastan were expected to follow his footsteps. Rabastan was older by ten minutes and he never let her forget it. Her parents had been in Slytherin, as did every generation in her family.

An hour later, the Lestranges arrived at the Hogwarts Express. Their mother and father gave her each a quick hug, before during to her brothers. "You boys better watch out for Isabella," her father said in a stern voice.

"Of course, father," Rabastan said, looking over had his sister.

"We won't let anything happen to her," Rodolphus answered, before giving his sister an affectionate pat on the back.

Their parents both nodded, and quickly appareted away.

"Rabastan and I are going to go find some of my friends," Rodolphus told his little sister. "You can come and find us if you need us. Don't do anything stupid." Her brothers gave her a small smile and without waiting for a reply, the boys ran off to one of the compartments.

"Oh great! Thanks a lot guys! Stupid brothers..." Isabella whispered to herself as she went in search of compartment. It was like them. Sometimes they'd stay with her and keep her company or ask her to come with them, but normally when they had the chance they'd just run off with some of the other Slytherin boys and leave her to fend for herself. It wasn't as if they were being mean to her, they just thought she would be bored listening to their talks of quidditch and girls. Normally the two of them were quite protective of Isabella, but they knew she would be perfectly safe among other Hogwarts students. Others would realize she was a Lestrange and know that if they messed with her, they would be in deep trouble.

After trying out a few compartments only to find older-looking students who refused to be bothered by a first-year, Isabella finally stumbled upon a group of students her age.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?" She asked a group of boys, already sitting in. From the looks of it they looked like they too were first years.

"Sure you can, Love" a boy with dark brown hair that fell to his eyes. He had to have been the most attractive boy she had ever seen, and she had seen quite a few. He looked familiar and she wondered if he was a pureblood she had seen at a party. 'Perhaps a Black?' she thought.

"Thanks!" She replied back and took a seat across from the boy who had spoken.

"What's your name?"asked the sandy haired boy, who was sitting next to her. She didn't recognize this boy 'Must not be a pureblood,' she thought, 'I hope my brothers don't see me. They wouldn't like this.'

"Oh, I'm Isabella," she answered kindly, careful not to say her last name. She didn't want anyone to judge her because of that. If these boys found out, they may assume too quickly that she is just like the rest of her family.

"I'm Sirius Black," the boy across from her answered. 'So I was right!' thought Isabella. 'But what is a member of the noble and ancient house of Black doing with a halfblood?' "This here is Remus Lupin, James Potter, and lastly Peter Pettigrew" he finished, pointing out each boy has he said their name. "We're all first years." Two of them were Purebloods. The other two must by halfbloods. 'My brothers will kill me if they see who I am with, but serves them right for ditching me!', Isabella thought, silently to herself.

"What house do you think you'll be sorted into?" the boy named James asked. He had extremely messy black hair and glasses that covered his beautiful hazel eyes. He put a hand in his hair, messing it up even more as he gave her a smile. Isabella knew little of his family, but she was sure her parents had called the Potters a blood-traitor at least once.

"Oh, I'm not really sure," Isabella said, "I suppose I could be in any of them," knowing full well she better end up in Slytherin or her family would not be happy. Her family knew her though, they knew she was too kind to be in Slytherin and all of them were quite worried she would end up in a place like Hufflepuff or if she was lucky, Ravenclaw. While they would be angry if she didn't end up in Slytherin, they would still forgive her if she did end up in Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, however, would disgrace them. These boys however did not seem the Slytherin-type and she didn't want to mess up their friendship already.

"I'm going to be a Gryffindor! I know it! Everyone in my family has been one," replied James, smirking a little. Isabella was not surprised.

"If I'm not in Slytherin, my parents will kill me. If I end up in Slytherin, I'll kill myself," Sirius Black said. "I'm nothing like them and I never will be." His face grew dark for an instant, before he gave Isabella a small smirk. 'Great, two blood traitors. Rabastan and Rodolphus would kill me.'

"I suppose I'll be in Gryffindor, though I wouldn't say no to Ravenclaw," said Remus, who had pulled out a book and started reading.

"I can see why," laughed Isabella as she nodded towards his book.

"I'm going to make the Gryffindor quidditch team!" James said arrogantly, messing up his hair some more. Turing to Isabella he asked, "do you play?"

"A little, but my brothers normally don't let me." She hoped they wouldn't ask about her brothers or why she wasn't allowed to play.

"I hope I get beater," Sirius said, flexing his muscles jokingly. "Check out my muscles!"

James adjusted his glasses and looked at Sirius, "what muscles? I don't see any!"

Isabella, Remus, and Peter just laughed.

For the rest of the train ride the new friends talked, laughed, and joked, all the while Isabella being careful to not let slip what her last name was or anything that would make them ask about her family.

'I hope my brothers don't come looking for me,' Isabella thought to herself, as she laughed at one of Sirius' jokes.

A little while later the train pulled into the station.

"Fi'st years ov'r her'" James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Isabella walked over to where the big man called for them. Unable to fit all five of them in a boat, Isabella gave them a wave goodbye and went to look for Rabastan.

None of the boys noticed her get in a boat with the group of soon-to-be Slytherins.

Preview of next chapter:
"Ah a Lestrange! Where should I put you? You aren't much like your family; you're too kind and brave. You'd do well in Gryffindor, proving your bravery. Or perhaps Hufflepuff where the hard working and kind reside? Or maybe Ravenclaw, with brains like those you'll succeed. But in Slytherin you can do some good and have the power to unite. Where should I put you? A tough one you are, but I know what to do. It better be..."

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