The Fool, the Waiter, and the No Show

Authors Note: This story has become very fun to write and really I don't know where the fuck I'm going with this crossover. But what can I say? I love crossovers!

Chapter One

"Are you positive that we can trust him?"

"Do you doubt our lord's judgment?" Charlie asked sharply.

I felt panic strike me in my chest, "I am merely cautious around him. One can never be too vigilant."

Swan chuckled, "Have you never witnessed zat old auror, I have forgotten his name –"

"Moody, Mad-Eye Moody," I heard myself say.

"Ah yes, Moody. Now zat is a example of too much vigilance."

I nodded noncommittally. I was doing that a lot –nodding.

I walked with my head staring straight ahead and pulled up the large hood of my black cloak. We were in the filthy slums of Muggle London, having just arrived in the country less than an hour ago. We left that downpour state Forks, leaving a fake crime scene that reeked of bloodshed. Bella Swan and Charlie Swan were dead. And with a reenacted scene of our so called murder and with the help of magic we made sure that the Ali –the vampire had received a vision of Swan and I 'dying'.

Charlie turned his head away from the sight and looked at my face not bothering to meet my eyes, "Walk faster and stop focusing on your unhealthy fetishes for ze blood suckers."

I growled as my cheeks turned a vibrant red and I made to pull out my wand, "What would our lord say if I arrived wounded pledging on how our dearest Isabella had tried to defend ze name of her vampire lover?" Charlie asked innocently a teasing note to his voice.

Now that he had said that, it brought up a question I had been wanting to ask for months.

"You're protecting me –Why? You hated me in the beginning –no –you absolutely abhorred my presence."

His face restricted in shock before he merely gave me a side glance, "You ask too many questions."

I now noticed we had stopped in front of a door but in this moment I suddenly couldn't care less.

"It was only one question," I whispered indignantly, "Why are you protecting me Charlie?"

Ignoring me still, he raised his fist and gave multiple raps onto the weak, wooden door.

"You could have said something to our lord during our time at Forks of my…mistake yet you chose not to." I whispered.

Swan rapped onto the shaky door three times, still trying to ignore my presence.

"Why Charlie?" I asked one more time, wanting to know this answer so severely. Maybe our uncomfortable time together sharing a house for years, touring the country, was not in vain. Maybe this cold-hearted prejudiced man actually cared for me in an odd way. Maybe I kind of cared for him too, my only 'fake', father-figure, possibly warmer than my biological father, possibly cared for me. And something in my chest seemed to take a liking to that thought.

Charlie was staring at me his eyes betraying every emotion he felt, he then turned when the door swung open to greet a very greasy Peter Pettigrew.

I gazed at the back of Charlie's head once more before sneering at the disgusting person before me, "Pettigrew, we are here to see –"

"Yes, yes," he interrupted me quickly, his voice like oil and barley above a scared whimper, "He awaits your presence now."

I glared affronted that he would dare interrupt me, "Listen here, you –"

"Lead the way Pettigrew."

I gaped at the back of Charlie's head. He, feeling my stare, gave me a chastising glance and turned around, following Pettigrew. The house we had the misfortune of walking into was beyond filthy. Dust covered almost all surfaces but in a strange way it was organized, and clean to some standards.

I surveyed the rooms we passed making sure to memorize the way to the quickest exit. We had already walked down two hallways turned left three times, and were now walking again towards a small, cramped sitting area, with souvenirs littering the shelves. Charlie was speaking with the rat, odd as that was I didn't question it because Pettigrew was glowing with such pride to being talking to as though he were a human being. I scoffed mentally. Charlie obviously wanted something from the traitorous, mongrel. Huffing with impatience, I glided over to the shelves of objects, I ran my finger over each of the dust covered objects.

"Why are we, Char –"

"We mustn't touch what isn't ours, Isabella."

I gasped in surprise and turned quickly to face the man that had snuck up on me. Severus Snape.

"Like mother like daughter, I see." Snape sneered at me.

I flinched at the mention of my mother and refused to meet his cold, black gaze.

"You have a message for us, Severus." Charlie interrupted the tension that was thick in the air.

I swallowed thanking him in my mind. I fiddled with the cloth of my expensive robe nervously.

"Ah, yes, Charlie. The Dark Lord has informed me of something of great importance," Snape paused dramatically and I rolled my eyes in response, "He would like the two of you to join him in a private meeting where you shall discuss the information you had collected."

I froze, "W-why did he not contact us himself," I backtracked realizing my stupid mistake, "Not that we are important of course! I am just wondering why he would trust you with such information."

"Dear Isabella, do you not trust the Dark Lord's judgment," Severus asked innocently while Charlie smirked at the question.

"No sir, I trust the Dark Lord faithfully," I whispered, "And those who choose not to trust the Dark Lord will live a terrible life," I stared pointedly at Snape's gaunt face, still refusing to meet his eyes.

He smirked in reply, "That is all, Pettigrew will show you the way out."

Charlie turned and followed the wobbling rat while I stayed behind. I knew he wanted a word with me.

"Isabella," He started curtly.

"Severus." I answered.

He stared at my face for a long moment, taking in every crease of exhaustion and the dullness of my eyes.

"Just a glance in your direction and I can tell how weak you have become," Snape began his voice laced with poison, "What has occurred to garner such impressive under-eye circles?"

"Severus –"

"Father," he corrected me, "I am your father Isabella and you may not be contented with such fact but there will come a time when you finally comprehend that the world will never rotate around your being."

I flinched once more, "You are no father of mine," I whispered.

"Yet you are willing to claim Bellatrix as your mother," He smirked, his black eyes glittering dangerously.

"That I am, because unlike yourself my mother is pure, my mother is from a noble house and lastly my mother will never be a disgustinghalf-breed such as yourself!"

I expected my words to cut him, I expected some form of hurt. I should have fully expected the smirk to blossom on his face.

"Yes I can agree with the half-blood claim, though I am a Prince, daughter and I am equally from a noble house. Now that that is done with, I believe I can now warn you –"

"…What?"

"You have spent close to a year away from Wizarding civilization Isabella and now you must know what has happened in your absence. We are in war," Snape said bluntly, "A war that you will soon have to choose which side you will fight for. I only hope you choose the right side."

A war. A full blown war. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Had my life just become one great joke?

"A war," I repeated softly.

"You have lost your reflexes, your skill, train Isabella," Snape said, while leading her to the door, "Train because at this time your life depends on it."

I nodded weakly and the door slammed in my face.

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