REVE-FREAKIN'-LATION. Yes, I am back. I have not died and yes, you are reading another Scabior fic and yes, it does involve Isabella and yes, I finally thought up a sequel to my first ever fanfiction that I thought I would never get more than ten reviews on.

In other news, here's the more detailed description of this fic which I thought of while watching HPDH1. I feel pretty genius. Ngl. And I also decided to give Scabior a first name. Just cuz ;)

Detailed Description:
While it's been nineteen years since the past second wizarding war, there's a slight problem outside the Ministry. Scabior and Isabella have their happy home with their three children and gorgeous home in London. But what happens when rebellion has risen and he is stuck between the choice of tremendous amounts of glory and keeping the woman he loves safe? What happens when Isabella has to keep the secret from their kids, in fear of how their opinions may change against their father? With their eldest already catching on, it's clear they have to make decisions. And in the end, those decisions may lead to the destruction of not only the Ministry, but their love for each other as well.

Chapter 1 – All These Things That I've Done

Platform 9 ¾ was packed with people all waiting and jabbering away with others. They talked about their year, what they'd done in work, what they'd done with their kids when they came home for holiday. Witches and wizards were standing by, holding hands and looking down the tracks, trying to see if the train was about to roll into the station.

Isabella Robbins-Scabior was one of these people. Her fingers were intertwined with each other as she waited, looking around the corner and pacing back and forth on the platform. Her dirty blond hair was falling in loose waves around her shoulders and blew around her face every time a gust of wind would hit.

Next to her was her best friend, Annabelle McCarthy-Weasley. They'd met nineteen years ago when she'd unexpectedly been caught by some snatchers. Snatchers were a part of the Ministry of Magic long ago when the second wizarding war had taken place. The leader of the group, Samuel Scabior had just so happened to be within her distance as she was attempting to run away from home after murdering her parents. Anna had been there for her through whatever it was. They'd run from the snatchers together, they fought off Voldemort's followers together, they went to each other's weddings. Anything you could think of, they were there for each other.

Not far from Anna was Ron, her husband, and Harry with Ginny, Ron's sister. The famous Harry Potter. The Harry Potter that defeated Voldemort at only seventeen and survived the killing curse when he was just a baby, leaving only a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead, legendary to all wizards.

And then, grabbing onto Isabella's hand to calm her nerves and stop picking at the dead skin around her fingernails, there was the man that she never thought she'd fall in love with. Samuel Scabior. Back in his snatcher days, he'd tortured her, threatened her, made her jealous with the amount of women he'd mentioned he'd slept with and the one girl before her he'd been in love with, Abby. She'd responded to his actions by getting involved with one of his own men, Jonathon. In the end, it only ended up in his death for her own stupid mistakes.

A whistle sounded off in the distance and Isabella looked toward the sound. Her eyes lit up as the train rolled through the station. Her heart jumped to her throat as she saw her kids in the window, waving at her. She ran down the platform after the slowing train, stopping when she'd gotten to the entrance of their car.

Her youngest, Jasmine, came bounding off the train and into her mother's arms. Isabella locked her arms around her daughter, kissing her head and stroking her hair. She could cry tears of joy just by holding her now.

Jasmine was named after Isabella's younger sister who was killed years ago by Bellatrix LeStrange. She used to blame Draco Malfoy, her sister's love interest back in her time at Hogwarts, but she'd soon found out that it was not only his fault. He'd proved his love for Jasmine and that was all she needed to spare his life that one night nineteen years ago in the middle of the battlefield inside Hogwarts.

"How was your first year?" Isabella asked, placing her daughter's feet back on the ground and holding her hand.

"Great! I made friends with the Weasleys, just like you said I should," Jasmine responded. Then, her head turned in the other direction and her eyes lit up, distracted by something else. "Daddy!" She flew into Scabior's arms and he laughed, kissing and hugging her just as Isabella had done.

"Good to see you again, love," he said in a muffled voice from her hair. He placed her back on the ground just as their middle child came climbing off the train with tons of suitcases on his person.

"God, would it kill Alice every once in a while to carry her own damn bags?" He dropped them all to the platform and picked up his own cage with a toad inside.

"Oy, watch your language, boy!" Scabior scolded.

Jonathon rolled his eyes and found a trolley, placing all his stuff on top of it. Only a few moments later, Alice, their eldest, came off holding the cage to her barn owl in her hands. She looked at her parents and a huge smile lit up on her face. She waved to them ecstatically before running over, placing the cage gently on the ground and wrapping her arms around her mother. Next, she half-heartedly did the same for her dad.

While they were boarding the train to leave for this past year's term, she'd overheard a conversation shared between her parents about how Scabior could have killed Isabella in an instant, had he been with Abby during the time of the war. Because of this, Alice had been living in fear for several weeks at school with no sleep and no appetite. Only when she came home for Christmas holiday with her siblings was she actually convinced of their true love for each other.

If there's one thing Scabior and Isabella wanted to keep from their children until they knew the time was right, it was the story of how they met. Not only was it violent, but they had the fear that they'd react exactly how Alice reacted. Isabella didn't want her kids to live in fear of their own father, thinking at any minute he could turn and kill them all without thinking. But she knew him better than that. That was all in his past.

"So, are we going out for dinner, or what?" Alice asked excitedly. "Lavender said they're probably going to The Leaky Cauldron. Can we go? Please?" She pouted at her parents, folding her hands together.

Isabella and Scabior looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Isabella just laughed and put an arm around her daughter, walking with her toward the wall they needed to exit in order to get out of the station.

"We'll see," she said.

After seeing what Jonathon and Jasmine wanted to do, they'd decided to go to The Leaky Cauldron after all. Whenever Isabella came here, she'd look behind the counter of the pub and see the moving picture of her sister smiling and waving at the camera with her backstabbing aunt and uncle on either side of her. If they sat in the far booth in the back of the place, her head would swim with the memory of the first time she came here unwillingly with Scabior, his men, and Anna. She'd broken his nose here, he'd had her arm broken, and she found out about the way her parents hid things behind her back about Hogwarts and wizardry altogether. Of course, though, it was her daughter's favorite place to eat.

If only she knew.

Alice was smart, though. She was catching on quickly. A little bit too quickly. While she didn't know much about the second wizarding war, or the snatchers, she'd had the idea that Isabella and Scabior didn't get along when they first met. She knew her mother was involved with someone else before him. She knew her father wasn't always a good man. It was only a matter of time before she connected the pieces together.

That night, they were all gathered together in the family room, talking about all the different things they'd learned this year. Isabella had found out that Jasmine got into Gryffindor, the total opposite of her older siblings. She was proud of her no matter what, though.

"Jonathon's got a thing for Jessica, though," Alice said, waggling her eyebrows.

"Shut up! I do not!" Jonathon threw a pillow at his sister. Alice just laughed and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Then, why are you getting so defensive, huh?"

"Because you're an annoying little brat!"

Alice flicked a wrist at him and just smiled. When they finally went to sleep that night, Isabella went into Jasmine's room, almost completely untouched since she'd left in January, and tucked her in. Just as she was about to leave, she said something completely unexpected.

"Alice says you and daddy aren't really going to stay together forever."

Isabella's eyebrows creased together in sadness and frustration. "Why would she say something like that?"

Jasmine shrugged. "She says you're not happy."

Isabella shook her head and smiled, walking back over to her daughter's bedside and kissing her forehead. "Your daddy and I aren't going to split up, ever. Don't listen to anything she says, okay?"

Jasmine hesitated for a moment. Then, she smiled and nodded. Isabella said goodnight to her again and left her room, turning the light off and leaving her door open just a crack. She headed down the steps, ready to have more alone time with her husband after a long day of getting ready for their kids' arrival back home.

As she entered the kitchen, though, her husband stood at the counter, looking at a piece of parchment with messy handwriting across it. His eyebrows were furrowed together and he looked angry. Maybe even confused. He noticed her presence and suddenly folded the paper up, throwing it to the side and running his hand down his face to relieve the tensity of it.

"What's that?" She asked, eyeing the paper thrown across the counter lazily.

He shook his head. "It's nothin'. Just a letter from a...an old friend."

She raised an eyebrow, skeptical. The only "old friends" he had were either in Azkaban locked away for their crimes or dead. Mostly dead. "Mind if I look at it, then?"

"Why?" His voice sounded harsh.

"Why not?" She crossed her arms over her chest. It was times like these when her sassiness came back out. She knew he hated when she did that. And of course, he gave her the stern look. "Let me read it, Sam."

He looked away from her, grabbing the paper blindly and handing it to her. She grabbed it from him quickly and opened it up. The writing was unrecognizable but clearly readable.

Hello, Scabior.
You don't know me, but I know you. As I recall, you'd led a band of bounty hunters years ago. I'd like to discuss your position of your current state as of now. Don't bother trying to figure out who I am. Don't try to threaten me, either. Meet me at The Leaky Cauldron tomorrow afternoon at 12 sharp. Don't bring that woman of yours and her kids along if you know what's good for you. As a matter of fact, don't even let them anywhere near Diagon Alley tomorrow. If you don't show up, I'll get to you. I think you have great potential, Scabior. I think you'll like what I have to offer you. Don't mess this up.

Isabella looked up from the parchment, back at her husband. He stared straight ahead, his jaw locked. He was waiting for her to yell at him. Scream. Throw things. Complain. Anything. She handed back the parchment and he took it soundlessly.

"Go," she said. Surprised, he looked at her. His blue-grey eyes were confused and hopeful.

"What?"

"I don't want to deal with people trying to chase you down. I don't want to run anywhere. So, go. Meet this fellow tomorrow." She shrugged. "I'll do anything to keep this family safe."

His face looked sad now. He put the paper down again, gingerly pulling Isabella into a hug. He kissed the top of her head, resting his cheek on the top of it. She wrapped her arms around his waist, fear slowly settling in. Her worst fear has been realized.

Scabior was going to become a bounty hunter again.

A/N: Soooooo what do you guys thiiiiiiiiiiink? I know there's nothing really going on at the moment and there wasn't much Scabior. Like, it was mostly focused on Isabella and the kids. But I've got a whole plan. Don't worry. I reallly hope you guys like this as much as the first one! Just a warning, though, it's going to be more morbid than the first one. More serious. BUT, I WILL be bringing back Scabior's character. It's just gonna be a asdfghjkl plot. So! Don't forget to review. I hope you like it :3

Song inspiration for this chapter is "All These Things That I've Done" by The Killers (there's more variety of songs from different artists in this fic too LOL.)