DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own The Characters Or Plot Of Harry Potter. They Belong To JK Rowling. The Characters I Make Up And This Story's Plot Are My Own . (Also I am not sure if I need to add this but better safe than sorry) I Don't Own The Name Aslan Cuz I Found Out That It's The Lion's Name From Narnia.
On With The Story!
Chapter One
'Tap' 'Tap' Tap'. At exactly midnight, the dark haired boy awoke to a familiar tapping noise. "Izzy?" he whispered with hope. Not even bothering to don his glasses, Harry ran to the only window in Dudley's second bedroom.
He opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up the Dursleys, and searched the night air. "Nothing," he said sadly "nothing every time." "That's not my name but I think I do deserve it," an amused voice stated coming from inside the room.
With a gasp Harry turned around and faced the person. 'He hasn't changed a bit. His hair looks as messy as ever but he is still Harry' Isabella thought. The boy's eyes widened as they took in his visitor.
"You still have that black cloak Izzy?" he questioned, still in disbelief that his missing best friend had returned. "Of course I do. How else would I be able conceal myself in the darkness" the young witch said with a laugh.
She stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around him, "It's so good to see you again Harry," Izzy said with a tearful smile. After a moment, Harry returned the embrace, "I'm glad you're back."
End of Dream
Isabella Alaverti woke up slowly from her dream. She sat up and brushed away the tears that made their way down her cheeks. "That dream will become reality if I have anything to say about it," she whispered.
It's been about two years since the young witch saw any of her friends. The night she left, she was taken into the deepest parts of the Forbidden forest in order to start her training. It was just before dawn and Izzy stayed in bed thinking about all that has happened up until now.
She sighed, "I might s well start getting ready before Aiden comes and gets me. Merlin only knows how he was going to wake me up today." Izzy got off her queen sized canopy bed and made her way to her own bathroom.
Izzy's father was never frugal when it came to the comfort of his family so nothing was ever too expensive for his daughter.
The room was big enough to hold the bed, a large bookcase filled with books about magic of all kinds, a large desk with books and papers, and a walk in closet. The colors of the room were mainly greens and soft whites.
"If any of my friends saw this room they would think I support the Slytherins," Izzy chuckled going into the bathroom in order to start her daily routine.
About an hour later, the young witch came out wearing a towel only to let a startled scream. "Well, if I'm greeted to a sight like this every morning I would gladly let you wake up on your own. Izzy glared at the boy lying on her bed facing her.
"Aiden, what the bloody hell are you doing?" The boy sat up and rolled his eyes at her anger, "Don't get all hot and bothered, Iz. You know if I made any type of move on you your father will have my arse."
Aiden Bogtern was a close friend of the Alaverti family. His and Isabella's ancestors were allies since the very beginning. Aiden was sixteen with beautiful dark brown eyes and a smile that would make any witch melt.
Izzy sighed, dropped her hands from her towel clad hips and walked toward her friend. "I didn't know you were so afraid of dad," she teased ruffling his light brown hair.
"Bugger off," he laughed "you're dad is one of the scariest wizards I have ever seen." Aiden shuddered recalling a time when Isabella's father scared off some of his daughter's suitors. Izzy just laughed and went into her closet to pick out her cloths.
"You do know that it's inappropriate for you to be in here when I'm getting dressed," she called out. Aiden laid backed down, hands under his head and closed his eyes. "It's not like you have anything I haven't seen before."
She poked her head out, "No, you've seen them on other girls and I'll be damned if you add me to your list." Aiden chuckled, "You know I would never do that to you." Isabella came out in a simple black dress.
It was strapless and flowed out to her knees. The young boy opened his eyes and whistled. "Bloody hell, I may have to take back my last statement."
"Bugger off Aiden," Izzy said in good humor as she stepped in front of a full length mirror. She turned a bit to see the back ad laid her eyes on the jagged scar that adorned her shoulder.
Even though it was the Dark Lord that gave her this making she somehow sees it as a connection to Harry. Aiden sobered up as her watched his friend. He stood up to his full height of 5'7 against her height of 5'5 and placed his hands on her shoulders.
He turned her around so that they could both face their reflections. "He will forgive you for leaving Iz. If he doesn't then he didn't deserve a friend like you in the first place." Izzy just looked into the mirror in silence.
Trying once more to cheer her up Aiden turned her around and gently held her chin.
"C'mon and give us a smile now. Can't have your father thinking I made you cry or he'll have my wand if you get my meaning," he said with a wink. Izzy reluctantly smiled at that comment. Aiden beamed, "Now that's the Isabella I know."
"You always know how to cheer me up Bogtern," Isabella said, giving him a hug. Before he could answer back someone cleared their throat.
The teenagers jumped apart in surprise only to see Isabella's father in the doorway watching with his arms crossed. He raised an amused eyebrow, "So this is what has been keeping you both."
The two teens sputtered with their faces pink until Stephen Alaverti started to chuckle. "Okay, you two should hurry up and get down for a spot of breakfast," he called while walking back down the hallway.
After a few tense moments Izzy started to giggle at Aiden's stiff posture. "It's not funny," he exclaimed "your dad is bloody scary when he wants to be." "Oh, calm down. He wouldn't be angry with you for knows that if it wasn't for us being close friends, I would have many more young wizards asking me to be their girlfriend."
Aiden crossed his arms and puffed out his chest, "Of course, because we both agree that no wizard will ever be good enough for our little Isabella." Izzy elbowed him in the stomach as she passed him, "Shut your gob and let's get some breakfast."
Izzy left the room while Aiden just stood there staring after her. With a sigh he turned to face the mirror. Lifting a hand in a sweeping gesture across the mirror's surface, Aiden spoke, "Fintel Riturnef."
The mirror shimmered and revealed the sleeping face of the boy who lived. Aiden glared his dark eyes into Harry's. "To me, no wizard will be good enough," he whispered "but she has chosen you even if she hasn't seen it herself. Be prepared Potter, I will be testing you to see if you truly are worthy."
"Aiden, hurry up!" Izzy called. Aiden turned, "Coming!" With one last look he swiped his hand and his reflection returned. Aiden made his way out of his room and followed the scent of pancakes and maple syrup.
++++++Many Hours Later++++++
Isabella and Aiden were in the library at seven in the evening. Izzy was sitting on the long couch reading The Dream Oracle while Aiden was taking a short nap, resting his head in her lap.
The atmosphere in the library was peaceful and quiet until Mr. Alaverti came bursting in, Aslan at his side. Izzy jumped, startled, which woke Aiden up. "What's going on?" the young wizard asked through a yawn.
"There's been an attack," Aslan responded walking towards the two teens. Izzy looked at her father in worry, "Where? Who was attacked?" Stephen Alaverti settled himself into the armchair across from the others. He ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair.
Stephen Alaverti was a strong wizard had power that could rival the Minister himself. Mr. Alaverti never used his power to go against the Ministry but only to settle the affairs that concerned him, his family, his friends and those who are under his protection.
He helped the Ministry many times before when You-Know-Who was still at large.
The façade he uses for the officials and public is a cold and indifferent one but he showed his true self when he was with close friends and family. He settled his kind blue eyes on the other three occupants.
"As you both know the Quidditch World Cup took place tonight." At this Aiden and Isabella nodded their heads, keeping silent as Mr. Alaverti continued. "After the match between Bulgaria and Ireland, Death Eaters swarmed the campsites of the attendees," he gave a meaningful look to his daughter. "The Weasleys, Miss Granger and Mr. Potter were there."
Izzy visibly paled, "A-Are they alright? Did t-they get away?" she said in a panic. Aslan turned into his smaller form, jumped into her lap and nuzzled his head under her hand in order to comfort her.
Mr. Alaverti sighed, "As far as I know they're all alright," Izzy sighed in relief. He looked at his daughter carefully. "Aslan has told me you have progressed well in your training Bell." Izzy blushed a little at this compliment.
"So it is with both mine and Aslan's permission," Izzy perked up at this, "that you are allowed to return to Hogwarts this year." Izzy jumped up in happiness unceremoniously dumping Aslan from her lap.
Aiden chuckled at her behavior while Aslan righted himself and shook out his coat. "But," Stephen said stopping Izzy's celebration, "there are a few conditions." "Anything," Izzy said eagerly. Stephen Alaverti closed his eyes and smirked.
+++++++The Feast++++++
"I can't believe Crouch would actually think we conjured the Dark Mark," said Ron "if anything it would have been that git Malfoy." They were seated in the Great Hall with the rest of the Hogwarts students waiting for the start of a new year.
"Oh Ronald, stop complaining. No one believed Crouch's accusation so we didn't get in trouble. It's all said and done with," said Hermione going back to her book. Ron turned to Harry only to see him lost in thought as he has been doing for a while.
"What's wrong mate?" Harry was jolted from his thoughts and looked at Ron, "Nothing really, just thinking about . . . things." They didn't speak as the new first years were sorted into their house. Dumbledore took to the podium.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," he said loudly. He continued on to say the traditional announcements and warnings about no magic in the corridors and not going into the Forbidden Forest.
"Now that I still have your attention, I have one more announcement to make," said Dumbledore. 'This year Hogwarts will be the venue for the Triwizard Tournament!" At this, everyone started chattering in disbelief and excitement.
Silencing the hall, the Headmaster continued, "Not only that but we will all be the humble hosts for two of our partner schools for the duration of the tournament." He raised his hand towards the doors.
"Please welcome the beautiful ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress," he announced. Two lines of girls wearing blue robes appeared and proceeded to enter in an entrancing way (to the male students at least).
After the girls, came a very tall woman that was their Headmistress. "That's one big woman," Seamus Finnigan said to Dean Thomas. Dumbledore greeted Ms. Maxime and allowed her to take a seat at the head table.
The Headmaster continues, "Now please welcome our brothers from the far north, the young men of Durmstrang and their Headmaster." Once again the doors opened to reveal lines of young men in brown uniforms.
Their entranced turned heads and had students standing from their seats in order to see the confidence that seemed to radiate off of these wizards.
Everyone applauded as Dumbledore greeted Headmaster Karkaroff. The headmasters all stood together facing the students of Hogwarts. "We are not only playing hosts to our brother and sister school we also are welcoming a few more guests."
"I wonder who they could be," Hermione said. "Who cares, Krum is staying in the same school as us," Ron said excitedly. Krum was the seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch team in which Ron was obsessed. Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"But we all ready have the three schools, including ours, who are participating," Harry stated "who else are we expecting.
With a mischievous twinkle in his eye Dumbledore made his final announcement.
"We will be welcoming two very talented magical beings." He turned to face a certain group of Gryffindors. "Please help me in welcoming our two final guests." The doors of the Great Hall opened to reveal two figures.