Title: Isabelle's Sacrifice

Author: Draco's Love Angel

Category: Romance/Death

Summary: Isabelle is a fifth year Slytherin, a matchmaker, and the girl in love with the most feared wizard in the world. To save a friend Isabelle will marry Lord Voldemort. But to save the world she will kill the only mane she has ever loved.

Authors notes: This is the first story in a series of stories as Isabelle as a human matchmaker.

Chapter One: Isabelle's Plan

Something was not right at Hogwarts. Isabelle Vanilla Bean woke up with a start. She closed her eyes and asked her heart to give her a sign. One word floated through her body, Phoebe. Phoebe Gosselink like Isabelle was a fifth year Slytherin at their school of witchcraft and wizardry. Isabelle knew why she couldn't sleep; You see last night there had been a death eater meeting in which Lord Voldemort had told Phoebe she was to Marry him on Christmas Day. It was the second week of September and the third week that all students had been at school.

Isabelle was not at all pleased with the fact that Phoebe was to marry Lord Voldemort at all. The first reason being that Phoebe was already in love with another fifth year named Goyle. The second reason being because; Isabelle was in love with him. Isabelle, the compassionate slytherin was in love Lord Voldemort or Tom Riddle. Knowing now that she was in love with Voldemort, Isabelle would die before she let Phoebe marry the love of her life.

Isabelle sighed as she pulled on her invisibility cloak and began to make her way to Phoebe's room down the hall. (AN: Just a simple room spell) Isabelle gently pushed Phoebe'' door open and heard a heart wrenching sob come from a little ball curled up on a four poster bed. Isabelle walked over to Phoebe's bed, sat down, and pulled Phoebe into her arms. "Shh, it's okay. Stop crying, please stop crying honey." "I can't. Why me? Why me? Why do I have to marry him? Izzy we have to do something. If I marry him, he'll find out who's been leaking out info to Dumbledore. He'll kill us all. Oh what are we going to do Izzy? What are we going to do?" Phoebe began to sob again and Isabelle began thinking of a plan as she remembered the last part of that night's death eater meeting.

*Flash back*

"The last of our business tonight is that I have decide to take a bride. My glorious dark Lady will be Phoebe Gosselink. Arise my sweet precious (An: Had to put that in from The Lord of the Ring) and kiss your future husband." Isabelle watched with all sorts of emotions as Phoebe kissed Tom on the lips. Isabelle could see Phoebe hated this kiss and the news she had just received. This was when Isabelle realized she was in love with Lord Voldemort.

*End flash back*

Isabelle smiled and said, "Stop crying this minute honey bun. You will not marry Lord Voldemort" "Why?" Phoebe asked in a small voice. Isabelle's smile turned wicked as she said, "Because I am. According to our laws, when one person earns or is given the privilege of something another feels he or she is entitled to they duel for it. The winner gets what was dueled over. So I, Isabelle Vanilla Bean challenge you Phoebe Argentina Gosselink to duel of spells, not to the death for you and I both know I could kill you very easy. The winner gets to marry Lord Voldemort." Phoebe looked hopeful for a moment, then she got a sad look on her face and said, "Izzy, our Lord would never make you his Queen. Remember he see you as weak. Weak for having compassion for others."

*Flash back*

"Aww, what have we here? Muggle who are you?" A small little seven-year-old said, "My name is Narie, what's yours?" "I am Lord Voldemort and you have just met your end Crucio!" The little girl wailed and Isabelle stopped forward and said "Kiroji!" The little girl whimpered and began to cry. Before anyone could say anything Isabelle roared "Milkano Bager" and the little girl eyes rolled to the back of her head and she stopped breathing. "Forgive for interfering with your spell but she was just a little girl. I don't believe you had any right to torture her like that." Lord Voldemort said in return "Ohh you don't say, well about I try it on you compassionate one, Crucio!" Isabelle whimpered but did not scream she refused to give him that satisfaction. He did the curse again and yet Isabelle would not scream.

*End flash back*

"Well then will just have to make him see how evil I can be. Phoebe do you accept my challenge or are you weak?" Phoebe straightened her back and said smiling "I accept, my the best duelist win!"

Authors Notes: Narie was taken to the hospital and revived. Isabelle put a spell on her that makes person not breath for 4 hours. Lord Voldemort forgot that. Sorry that this chapter is messed up. Next one will be better.

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Draco's Love Angel