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"This way." Ms. Minerva's voice echoed through the hollow halls of what I now know is one of Mr. Dumbledore's cottages. This was the biggest damn cottage I've ever seen. Real high-tech too... Well, as high-tech as you could get with magic. Yeah, you heard me right.

Magic!

I, the girl formerly known as Isabella Marie Swan, was in the presence of a witch and a wizard. As crazy as that sounds, like most of the things in my life, I think it was true. Yeah, you can't really blame smoke and mirrors with all the shit they just showed me. Making fuckin' sticks of wood light up, fire coming out of nowhere... If I hadn't dunked my head in a bucket of cold water a few seconds ago I would have sworn this was a very elaborate, fever-induced hallucination. That, or either they slipped me some drugs in those pancakes, which by the way, were good as shit! I can still taste the buttery, fluffy, blueberry goodness.

Most likely, I could have fit in at least three more stacks, until my mind won the argument with my stomach that I should find out what the hell was going on. Therefore, I reluctantly pushed my empty plate back to Ms. Minerva, and I watched with longing eyes as she placed the remaining, steaming stacks of heaven in the refrigerator. Damn, I think I even sobbed a bit.

Anyway, they shred one of those secretive smiles that made me feel as if I was out of the loop, before they got up simultaneously. The old woman waved a hand at me, motioning for me to get up, and I did eagerly. Yup, time to finally get to the bottom of this. I trailed behind them, surprised at how fast they could walk for people so old.

We had been walking for a good five minuets before I even saw the door(biggest fucking cottage ever). It was large, like everything in this damn place. I heard someone fumble with a key, before it swung open, revealing many stairs. It was even darker down there, almost pitch black..

"Further down." Dumble's voice ( I decided to nickname him 'Dumble' since it sorta had a ring to it... And the fact the Dumbledore was way too much of a mouthful, even in my mind) still had that mysterious air to it, one that made me so anxious to finally know whats happening. Someone grabbed my hand, Minerva, I think, at led me down the stairs. They were slightly damp, and a cool breeze floated past us every once in a while. I wished I brought a blanket, this wasn't going to help my fever at all.

Finally, we reached what I thought was a tunnel, since you could never be sure with a place like this. It could all be some illusion, for all I know. After the longest time ever, my anxiety making it seem ridiculously overrated, we came to a dead end. We did all that walking for nothing? I was about to turn around, perhaps have some scalding mental rant, but Minnie (I'm going to call her that now, Minerva is to damn 18th century) gripped my hand tighter. I saw that Dumble had pulled a that mysterious stick he had before ( a wand dumbass, you've heard of it before) out of his robes, and with a flourish of his hand, a mumbled incantation, and glowing lights another door came into existence, just as big, bright, and showy as the others. Was this magic?

No shit, Sherlock

When I stepped through the entrance, I let out a small gasp despite my mentality to seem cool and collected. Hell, but this place... Well, this place was heaven for me.

In this small, slightly cramped room there were books, millions of them, more than I have ever seen in my life, even more than I have seen in that cheap library in Forks. Besides those beautiful bundles of knowledge, which I had to tear my eyes away from, the room consisted of only a regal looking desk with three armchairs taking rest around it, and a iron chandelier that hanged from the ceiling, lit by candles instead of electric lights.

Oh yeah, then there was the extremely large, golden bird perched on a wooden stand in the middle of the room.

Wait, what?

I did a double take, my eyes glued to the majestic looking creature in front of me.

Holy Shit!

"I-is that a phoenix?" I asked sheepishly, my face still overcome by awe. Minnie stared at me with an expression of slight surprise, but I thought for a second that I saw a strange look of curiosity in Dumble's eyes.

"Yes, but, however did you know?" Minnie asked me. I cocked my head to the side, also wondering how the hell I would know, before a certain memory came to mind.

"A book." I said simply. Heh, seems I have learned a lot from books." A fantasy book about magical creatures... I read it when I was a child, but my mo- well, the woman I assumed was my mother-" I sent a sideways glance to them, who both kept a perfect poker face " told me it was all false, made up." I watched as it copied my movements, tilting its head to the side, and I felt the corner of my lips pull up into a small smile.

"Fawkes." Dumble announced, holding out his arm. The bird instantly flew to it, and Fawkes perched himself on his new stand, and stared at me curiously. I guess Dumble caught my staring, because he walked over to me and held out his arm. Ever so hesitantly, I reached out and gently touched him. He was very warm, as if underneath all this fur their was a calm fire. I began stroking him, enjoying the feeling. I only stopped when Dumble chuckled, and I pulled my hand back, blushing madly.

"I think he likes you." I full-blown grinned at that. The old man's face suddenly turned grave, and I gulped. Did I say something wrong? The bird flew back to where he was previously, squawking. I watched with my hands clasped behind my back as Dumble strode to the desk, choosing the largest chair that was behind it. Following Minnie's actions I sat at the smallest, right next to hers. Dumble folded his hands on the top of the table and I found myself leaning closer, as if to hear his words more efficiently.

"Isabella," he began in his raspy voice" This world of magic we reside in is very foreign to you." I nodded in agreement " For you to comprehend anything that we're going to discuss, you need to be familiar with blood purity, and the importance it plays." I bit the inside of my cheek, feeling more nervous as the silent seconds ticked by. He sighed again, the breath coming out of his mouth quickly.

"Here in the Wizarding World, people are classified by five different... types, I suppose you could say: Purebloods, Half-Bloods, Muggles, Muggleborns, and their opposite, Squibs." I listened intently.

"Lets start with Half-Bloods. Half-Bloods are the offspring whose half-blood is considered 'pure', to say. Muggles are normal people, people who have no magic in their blood ." I hummed. "Muggleborns... They wizards, or witches, who were born from two muggle parents." That caught stood out a bit to me.

"Eh? How is that possible?" Damn, the minute I said that I felt so stupid.

Ever heard of recessive genes, dipshit?

"Wait, I take that back. Someone else in their bloodline had magic and it was passed down." .

"Yes, that is correct. Moving on, Squibs are the exact opposite-"

"Born from two magical parents, but have no magic in their blood," I noticed that look he gave me " Sorry, sorry. I won't interrupt anymore."

"Finally, there are Purebloods. Purebloods are wizard who have no muggle blood in their family line. Despite many attempts for equality, there are still many who believe that blood purity is a way to measure one's worth. Muggles, muggleborns, and squibs are often discriminated against."

"Yeah, I'm following."

"There was- and still is a crisis- in the Wizarding World, yet it will effect everyone and everything, regardless of blood type." That didn't sound too good. I gulped, and started fiddling with my fingers. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, The Dark Lord, Leader of The Death Eaters...Voldemort." Ooh... Even his name sounded evil.

"He is a very powerful dark wizard with very strong views about Purebloods, Muggles, and what not, and where their place in this world is. He believes Purebloods deserve to be on a... higher pedestal, I suppose you could say. He is very forceful, and hundreds- thousands even , of people have dies at his hands, or either because of his influence."

"An epidemic it was. No one was really considered safe until... Until a certain organization was created in secret to defy him. Two of the members were very important... Including their son. The nigh that Voldemort came to personally take care of them, they both perish, fighting for their believe was justice."

"And their son?"

"Their son- or rather his mother's love is what saved us today." Yep, now I'm confused again." Harry Potter, a name that is known throughout all of the Wizarding World. Nothing but a baby, yet able to reduce the Dark Lord to almost nothing, and only receiving a scar on his forehead as remembrance for that fateful night. But that scar serves as much more- It also shows that Harry is the Chosen One. The Dark Lord's only equal, and the one who he must face sometime in the future." Okay, confusion gone.

"But how does anyone know that?"

"A prophecy."

"Prophecy?"

"Prophecy." Ah, poor dude.

"Okay, think I understand. Potter has to fight the Voldemort person because of a 'prophecy'-" My voice went a little higher on that word. Yeah, leaving the fate of so many people because of a fucking prophecy"- To save us all. I got that part. But what does that have anything to do with me, and why I suddenly don't exist anymore?" He pushed his spectacles up further.

"You are familiar with the story of Romeo and Juliet, yes?" I huffed.

"Yes, the whole thing about true love that was destined for tragedy. What does- Oh, God." Please, please tell me this wasn't goanna go the way I think it is.

"Matthaiew Decorus, known as being one of the Dark Lord's most faithful and trusted follower, the last known descendant of the old Wizard Family of the Decorus house. He was a powerful man who considered himself superior to others- before he met her." This is the part where Minnie took over.

"It is unknown of her true name. She was a highly skilled agent for the organization that was against the Dark Lord. Despite where they came from, how they should have despised each others... These two fell in love, a love that they both pursued." I rubbed my now sweaty palms on the dress. I saw where this was going- Hell, a blind guy could have saw it from three miles away.

" Of course, they ran away together, leaving behind all of their responsibilities. Hey got married, and tried to live a normal life... But, alas, that was impossible. The Dark Lord was very persistent in retrieving his follower- dead or alive."

"Side-by-Side they fought of many, as many as they could, but they were getting weaker. Matthaiew carried the Mark of The Dark Lord, something that linked him to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named for all of his life. He was tortured with horrifying and disgusting visions of things that disturbed him greatly. He became exhausted mentally, and soon died after. His wife was not able to hold of thee forces for too long alone, and with no where to turn was captured, tortured, and killed." I winced. That was a bit worse than Romeo and Juliet.

"This story is very widely told, the very picture of tragic love. Do you know how this story ends?" I shook my head, and they both smiled at me. Dumble jumped back in, his voice a bit lighter.

"It ends with a ray of light... The lost child of this couple, hidden away for her own safety, her powers locked and kept under tight security, presumably lost forever. All for the sake of keeping the hidden away from the Dark Lord." I spoke up again.

"What for? I mean, isn't The Dark Lord a bit too busy to trouble himself with past grudges that he has already taken care of?"

"That is an entirely different matter. You see, Mr. Potter can not defeat the Dark Lord on his own. Though it may not have been said, there are many people,and without them, it would be impossible for him to ever even think of winning. They all serve some purpose that is necessary. This child... Her part is just slightly bigger than theirs." It was finally silent. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to digest all of this information. Of course I knew where this was going, but denial is a wonderful thing.

"That girl... Would you like to know her name?" Despite myself, I nodded.

"Her name... Isabella Fidelia Decorus." My breath came out all at once, and I felt myself sway. Oh shit... I'm either going to pass out, or throw up. Noticing this, Dumble hurriedly pulled something from under his desk, a plain jewelery box. I knew what was inside it, yet when he took it out I couldn't help but gasp. A beautiful silver cross pendant, blue jewels imbedded in the smooth surfaces. Yet, the gems seemed to glow, glow with a power that was supposedly mythical. He handed it to Minnie, who promptly clasped it around my neck, and I squeaked, feeling something tear through my body... Like electricity.

"Oh, God!"

That was the only thing I could choke out before the bile rose in my throat, and I covered my mouth with my hand.