(Middle of Deathly Hallows. Harry was trying to get the sword out of the pond. In the book, Ron saves him, but in this, we'll pretend Ron never left.)

Chapter 1. Isis

Pulled out of the water, Harry gasped for breath. Before he looked to see who his savior was, he rubbed his eyes free of water.

"Are you completely mental?!" A girl's voice said beside him. He quickly turned toward the sound of the voice.

"Who—who a-are y-you?" He asked shivering.

"Isis," She told him throwing off her deerskin cape and draping it over his shoulders. "And you?"

Her eyes were a deep shade of brown, almost black. She had a heavy coat of eyeliner, or what looked like eyeliner around her dark eyes. Her clothes consisted of a deerskin skirt and top. The skirt was in a diagonal cut with one end at the middle of her thigh and the other end at her knee. Her top was a deerskin, strapless, tube top bra. She had an hour glass figure and her tan stomach curved inward slightly.

Long, flowing, black hair swayed in the breeze behind her back. Her hair reached to her mid back. It seemed to Harry that her hair was perfectly straight, which it was.

Harry surveyed her, searching for something that might tell him more about her, something more then just that her name was 'Isis.'

"Harry," He said. "Harry P-Potter."

As she was throwing on a brown, puffy, wool jacket, she stopped as he said his name and stared at him.

"Harry Potter? The Harry Potter?"

He nodded.

"Oh my—are you serious? I'm such a huge fan! I've heard all about you!"

Before Harry could do anything about it, she grabbed him by the cheeks and pulled him toward her, and kissed him full on the lips.

For a moment, he hesitated kissing her back, but he then returned this sudden kiss and was then reminded of Ginny. He thought of the last time they had kissed before he left, and it pained him.

After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally let go. They stared at each other for a moment or two and then Isis said,

"I'm sorry. I—I shouldn't have—you see, it's—"

"Stop. Don't… don't worry about it. Listen, come back with me."

"Me? Go with—Really?"

"I owe you." He said. "You saved my life. It's the least I can do." He saw the locket on the ground and picked it up. He finally noticed that he succeeded in getting the sword and was suddenly filled with joy.

Both of them stood and Harry now took notice that both of her ankles had one ankle bracelet with feathers on them, and he saw she was barefoot. As he looked at her legs, he noticed cuts and scrapes.

They walked back in hurried silence, with Harry holding the sword and the locket in separate hands, and Isis holding his many sweaters.

He felt awkward walking beside her in no shirt, and nothing but a cape to hide his torso.

When they got back to the tent, he saw Hermione sitting in a chair reading, and Ron lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Both of them looked over at the tent entrance as they entered.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as he walked in with Isis right behind him. As she got up to embrace him, she took notice to Isis. "Oh, and who are you?" She asked harshly, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was scanning every inch of her.

"Isis," She said plainly, also surveying Hermione. "And who may I ask are you?"

"Hermione Granger." She said with a fake smile.

"Pleasure," Isis said with a smile just as phony as Hermione's, "Oh, and who are you?" She asked, making no hesitation to move her eyes over to Ron sitting upright in his bed.

She walked over to Ron who now looked nervous as he struggled to say his name. "R-Ro-a-a-R-Ro-Ro--"

"Ron!" Hermione shouted, irritated.

"Right! R-Ron. My name's… Ron."

"Very nice." She whispered as she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.

Ron blushed.

As the two stared at each other, both seeming unable to take their eyes off the other, Hermione pulled Harry aside.

"Harry, I don't trust her," She whispered. "What is she's a Death Eater and she's—"

"I'm not a Death Eater, Miss Granger," Isis said sounding slightly annoyed by the disturbance between her stare. "If I was, the sneakoscope over there would be going off, wouldn't it?"

Hermione was lost for words; she could not seem to come up with a retort for her. "Well I guess you're right." It seemed to be quite difficult for her to say this. She was almost never wrong, and the fact that she was made her feel small and incompetent.

Isis smiled curtly and returned her gaze to Ron.

"I think I'll go finish my watch." Harry said suddenly, breaking the deadly silence.

"Oh no, that's okay, Harry. I'll do it." Isis interjected, hopping down from her perch, smiling at Ron one last time before sashaying out of the tent, Ron watching her backside in wonder.

"Wow," He managed to whisper under his breath. "Harry, how'd you find a girl like that?"

"Well actually," He began, "That's what I wanted to tell you."

He then told Ron and Hermione of how he saw the doe that led him to the sword, when he tried to get it; the locket attacked him, and how Isis saved him.

"Wait, she kissed you?" Hermione asked.

"What was it like?" Ron asked dreamily before Harry could answer Hermione.

Hermione threw Ron a nasty look and Harry laughed. It felt so good. He hadn't

laughed in so long.

"Awkward." He answered honestly, and the three of them shared a laugh.

Later that night, Isis found herself alone outside the tent, looking up at the stars.

In the tent, Harry felt bad for leaving her outside all alone by herself. He knew the feeling of being alone and just looking up at the sky. He knew how lonely it could be.

"Hey," He said sitting down beside her.

"Hey," she responded, turning to him, smiling, and then looking back up at the heavens. "Hermione doesn't like me too much, does she?" She asked suddenly.

"Well, no. She doesn't seem too fond of you. But then, right now, Hermione's not too fond of anyone, really. She's… she's a bit on edge. Listen," He said changing the subject. "Do you remember the locket I had, and how I was trying to get a sword out of a pond? Well, the locket needs to be destroyed, and the only way to do that, is with the sword. And I have a feeling that you're supposed to do it."

"Me?"

"Yes. You. I think since you saved me, you're the one that has too destroy it. I think you're some kind of sign."

"Um… okay. What do I have to do?"

"All you have to do is take the sword," He handed her the sword, which she took and stared at. "And stab the locket when I say to. Simple?"

"I think so."

"Good," Harry removed the locket from his neck and placed it on a rock a few feet away.

Isis walked over to the rock, with the sword dragging at her side.

"Okay, on the count of three. When I say 'stab', I want you to stab it. Okay?"

Isis nodded.

"Okay, on three. One, two, three! Stab!"

Isis lifted the sword to stab it, and when she did, the locket began to shake and a cold, clear voice rang out and began to say,

"I may not know you, Isis, but I know of you. You ran away from your muggle home to try and find others like you, for protection. Your mother and father thought you were a freak for what you could do,"

"Stab!" Harry hollered.

"They sent men after you to take you away. And that's why you ran. Since that day, you've been running ever since,"

"Stab it!" He bellowed, but Isis wouldn't move. Her eyes had grown wide and tears were now threatening to run down her tan cheeks.

"And you soon discovered that these men were Death Eaters,"

"Stab—" Harry stopped. Isis was running too. Death Eaters were after the both of them.

"Shut up." He heard her say suddenly behind clenched teeth.

"You have nowhere to run--"

"Shut up!"

"Nowhere to hide--"

"Shut up!" She said more harshly. Tears were now leaking out of her chocolate eyes.

"No one loves you. Not even your parents."

"SHUT, UP!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. And with one strong move, she threw the sword down upon the locket, and it shattered into tiny pieces.

A light that seemed to be coming from the locket extinguished almost immediately. When Harry looked around, he saw Isis on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest, shivering.

He knelt down beside her, and placed his hand on her shoulder. Her shivering ceased, but her gulps for breath and to try and fight back the tears endlessly running down her face continued.

"You weren't- you weren't supposed to know all of that. I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so, so sorry."

She leaned back into Harry's arms and placed her head on his chest. When Harry first met Isis, he thought she was the strongest person he knew. He thought nothing could break her. It seemed when Hermione tried, she seemed unaffected, and she was the one breaking Hermione. She seemed like the type of person that would never cry. Only something so horrible and heartbreaking could make her shed tears. But here he held her in his arms, realizing she was actually a girl who was secretly ripping apart at the seams. And he then knew that even the strongest people could shatter.

Hey," She said, sniffling her tears away. "Think of it this way; at least we did it."

"No," Harry told her. "You did it."

He sat there, far from the tent, holding Isis in his arms. Something then occurred to him. An extraordinary event happened; something her thought only happened in stories; the strong girl's will power had broke.