Name: Isabella Potter Izzy, Bella, Bell, El, Ella.
Age: 17
Looks: Thigh length black hair, green eyes, fair skin that never tans or burns, and is 5"2.
Family: Harry Potter, Godfather Sirius Black who is alive BTW, and Remus Lupin.
Language: Old and new, Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Latin, Arabic, French, Romanain, and many others.
Least fav thing: Dumbledor.
Fav thing: Reading, writing, drawling, and making potions.
House: Gryffindor(but like Harry is a Slytherin at heart.)
Name: Harry Potter
Age: 17
Looks: Solder length black hair, green eyes, fair skin that never tans or burns, and is 5"2.
Family: Same as sister.
Language: Same as sister.
Least fav thing: Dumbledor
Fav thing: Writing music, reading, and defense against the dark arts.
House: Gryffindor.
Author's Note:
This story is in Izzy's POV. Both her and Harry are Goths. In the wizarding world you come of age at 17, so they are legal adults, so there is nothing wrong with the pairings. Which are, Harry/Lucius, Isabella/Severus, Remus/Tonks, Sirius/Cho, Not right away for all but Remus and Tonks. Lots of Dumbledor bashing.
I got the Prophecy at THE IMMORTAL NICHOLAS FLAMEL. Please dont sue if who ever wrote it reads it. I only took some of it and only because it went really well with my story.
There IS slash so if you don't like then don't read. Well that's all so R&R, please.
There was once a book. It had no name but held the greatest secrets of our world. It told of a prophecy. All but one have forgotten this prophecy, that one walks the halls of Hogwarts, he is long dead, only a ghost, but he knows the time is approaching, the time when the prophecy will be fulfilled, and he can finally find redemption for his sins, redemption and peace.
One day a pair of twins will come,
either to save the world,
or destroy it.
Izzy's POV:
I am sitting in Harry and my's room, if you could call it that. There are Dudley's broken toys all over the place, the walls are fithy, the sheets on the bed have stains of blood and sweat on them, and had not been washed in months, if not years.
Hedwig is sitting in a tree outside of our room, Harry had let her out at the train station, so she would be safe from our 'family', if you could call them that. Harry is sitting on the floor and I am sitting on the bed. Aunt Petunia is out shopping, Dudley is at a friends house, and Vernon is at work.
They had locked us in our room, or Aunt Petunia did, so we wouldn't break anything while she was at the store. All of our magical things are in the cupboard under the stairs. Harry and I had been unable to save our wands so they were there too.
Uncle Vernon had been getting more violent lately, it most likely had something to do with work.
He left us blacked out with 3 broken ribs and a 2 fractured resist between us last time. Which is not his norm as he prefers us to be able to work well and fast.
It is 1:34, and therefore not normal, when our Uncle slams through the front door. He normally gets off at 3:00 and is home by 3:34. Harry and I herd him stomp up the stairs. We share a look and both of us get as far away from the door as we can while preparing our selfs for our beatings.
Vernon unlocks the locks on our door and comes in. He is mad, and if we could not tell that from the noise he made getting here, we could from the look on his face. He gives us an evil grin, steps into the room and walks toward us, closing the door behind himself.
I felt myself pail, knowing immediately that he is planning on killing Harry and me, and that all of the neighbors are at work, and wont here us screaming.
I was so scared that I did not see Hedwig fly off as fast as she could.
Severus's POV:
I am sitting in the drawling room at Prince Manor with my close friend Lucius Malfoy. We are discussing his recent divorce of Narssia Malfoy, now Black.
" Lucius your really sure that the Dark Lord will not punish you for this?" I asked.
" Yes, Severus. I already have a pureblood hair, Draco. You do rem..."
Lucius was interrupted from what I'm sure would have been a wonderfully sarcastic remark, by loud noises coming from outside the drawling room. We looked at eachother and went to see what was happening.
Outside the room where about half a dozen house elf's trying to capture a big white bird. The moment it saw me and Lucius it dived for us. It landed on my arm.
" Willy is sorry sirs, we could no.." Willy,a house elf of mine, began but I cut him off, for I had recognized the bird.
" You may go now Willy. All of you may." I said dismissing all of the house elfs. They left with a lot of popping.
Lucius gave me a strange look.
I answered the unasked question. " It's the Potters bird."
" Why is it here, looking like that?" She was very ruffled and unhealthy looking." Do they mistreat her?" Not many knew it, as Lucius would kill them if they found out save for me of course, but he is very caring of animals.
" No, they always took very good care of her."
The owl did not seem to like our talking and started to make a fuss.
" What is the matter with her." I asked.
" Maybe something is the matter with the Potters." Lucius said, as the bird calmed down.
" They are at there relatives house and probably being worshiped as we speak." I said. The bird started to get upset again, flapping her wings and digging her claws into my arm, drawling blood.
" I think she is trying to say she disagrees with you." He smiled when the bird calmed down after he finished speaking." I think we should at least check on them, there is no harm that I can see in doing so."
" I will not.." I began, but the bird started to get mad again.
" I can, though, see harm in not going." Lucius said smirking.
I growled." Very well, now get this demon off of me."
He grinned at this but did so.
We aparatied to number 4 Privet Drive, or right out side. Every thing looked normal, though imposably tidy.
" There, we have looked every thing is norma..." I am once again interrupted. This time though, it is by a pain filled scream, coming from inside number 4. Lucius and I have our wands in our hands immediately, there is no trace of the smirk that had been on Lucius's face only moments before. And with good reason, being a deatheater we both recognized that scream.
It was the scream of someone being tortured.
Izzy's POV:
I let out another pain filled scream as my 'Uncle' hit me again. He laughed at this and kept hitting, because although screaming was nice, what he really wanted was for me to cry, something I had not done in years, something I did not plan on doing, as it did me no good.
Harry is blacked out on the floor not far from me. Our 'Uncle' had started with hem, but stopped when he blacked out, probably because he wanted to here him scream, and started on me.
Though I knew no one would save us, I still hoped. I even hoped Tom would come and finish us off, just so the pain would stop.
Suddenly there was the sound of breaking wood down stairs, I could tell Vernon did not knowtest because he did not stop. He did stop how ever, when the door to the bed room opened with a loud bang.
Standing in the doorway is Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape. Vernon was suddenly off of me, and a crumpled heep on the floor.
I looked at Snape and smiled, then said as loud as I could with my lungs filling up with blood.
" Thank you, sir" and then I knew no more.
Severus's POV:
Lucius and I wasted no time with the front door, merely blasting it open.
We followed the sounds of torture up a flight of stairs and to a door with locks on it. I pushed it open and it hit the wall with a loud bang.
The sight that greeted us will haunt me for the rest of my life, And I am sure Lucius feels the same.
The room was filthy, the floor was covered with broked muggle toys, a bed that had blood and sweat stains on it, & wasn't even the worst. Harry Potter is on the floor seeming almost dead, though I hoped that was not the case, and not far from him is his sister with a whale of a man kneeling over her, his fist raised to hit her. Lucius hit him with a stunning spell so strong that it sent him into a wall. I barely registered any of this, my eyes never moved from Isabella's face. She had bruises forming on all exposed skin, and there was blood every where.
But that did not shock me as much as what she did next.
She looked at me and smiled." Thank you, sir." she said quietly. I heard her easily in the quiet room, and I could see that it had caused her pain to say.
I was in shock but snapped out of it when she fainted.
I moved over to her and checked for a pulse. I could see Lucius doing the same with Harry. She had one though it was very faint.
I looked at Lucius." We will take them to Prince Manor, it is safer than yours because of the Dark Lord."
He nodded in agreement and carefully picked Harry up. I did the same with Isabella. Nether made a noise which was not a good, sense it could be a sign of shock setting in.
We aparated to Prince Manor and I called Willy. I told him to get Madam Pomfrey, and to bring her here.
We set the Potters on beds in a guest bedroom, and waited for Poppy Pomfrey to get here. The longest minet of my life.
" Severus what is.." Poppy said, but did not finish. She saw the Potters. She went into Medwitch mood, and ran diagnoses spells on the twins.
She told Willy to get her some potions, then started healing spells on Isabella then Harry. When Willy came back with the potions she gave them to Isabella first then Harry.
When she was done with this she turned to me." What happened Severus. I have seen you at your worst, and you warnt that bad."
So I told her. When I was done she was near tears, which was a lot for this usually calm and collected woman. " 7 years and I didn't knowtest a thing." She said." Never failed that they would come to me at least 6 times a year with some kind of ailment, and I never knowtest."
" No one did." I begin then stopped. A horrible thought accruing to me." No he wouldn't let this continue if he knew about it."
Lucius caught on." He has always been manipulative, but this would be going to far, even for him."
" Nothing is to far for him. He even let me think they were pampered. He implied it, damn it." I growled standing up from the chair I had been sitting in and started to pace.
" Who?" Poppy asked.
" Albus, who else."
" No he would never let a child suffer that much." she said, not sounding convinced.
" Yes he would Poppy and you know it." Lucius said slumping in his chair, which showed how upset he was, as no Malfoy slumped.
Poppy covered her face with her hands, most likely to quiet the sobs now coming from her.
" What will we do with them and that muggle."
" They will stay here, as for the muggle, we will come up with something later, Lucius." I said. He nodded.
" I'm going to go see about there owl, we can come up with a plane of action when we have calmed down. We will need on when Albus finds out where they are." he said and left.
Poppy said something about getting some supplies and that she would be back to help us.
After she left I sat down next to Isabella. Poppy had healed her major wonder,and she no longer had any bruses that I could see. She would be tender for awhile, but other wise fine.
Now I must think of a plain to help this young woman, A young woman I am beginning to relies I know nothing about.
It was at that moment looking at the frail female lying on my guest bed that I relied that I would do anything,even give my life, to protect her. To make sure she never felt pain like this again. To make her happy.
And it scared me.