NOTICE: I HAVE CHANGED THE SUMMARY. HARRY WILL NO LONGER BE A PART OF THE STORY. IT IS JUST IZZY (ISABELLA) NOW!

Full Summary: Bella is The-Girl-Who-Lived. The past is the same, only it was Bella who was there when Lily and James were killed. Bella goes to the Dursley's since she is now the chosen one. The only different between the Dursley's in this story and the books is that they are not only verbally abusive but also physically abusive. When Bella goes to Hogwarts she finds friends and a loving family. People start to find out about the abuse and demands that Bella not be allowed to go back to the Dursley's. What will Dumbledore's answer be?

I do not own anything originally from Harry Potter or Twilight.

Start: 8/25/10

Snape POV

Isabella was small for her age. She looked to come up to about my elbow. I was tall, but not that tall. We were in the Hospital Wing getting her injuries looked at and she had quite a few of them. When she had come into the great hall, I was quite prepared to deal with a snooty little arrogant carbon copy of her father. Turns out she looks almost exactly like Lily with black hair and she was arrogant at all. She was an abused little girl, saved by a giant. Not to mention intelligent. Ridiculously intelligent for her age.

I watched as Hagrid lifted miss Potter up onto the hospital cot so Poppy could check her over. She was still looking around with an awed expression that caused my lips to quirk up into an almost smile. I had to stop myself by shouting at myself mentally. 'No, Severus! You're the greasy git of the dungeon and greasy gits don't smile! It's forbidden!' Eventually the 'lip cramp' as I like to call it, relaxed into a normal frown. Not my normal scowl but just a normal bored look.

Poppy waved her wand over miss Potter's body and a paper appeared out of thin air. Poppy let out a nearly inaudible gasp and tears welled in her eyes. "Oh, Merlin." she whispered in shock.

"Poppy?" Albus inquired. The medi-witch handed the paper over to Albus- The paper was at least three and a half feet long, by the way- and his eyes widened noticeably. I walked over to look over his shoulder and nearly had the same reaction as the other two.

Miss Potter had broken nearly every bone in her body at one time or another, had various welts and bruises- old and new- and had at least eight concussions. Dear, Merlin! What had the brute done to her?

"What? Why is everyone looking like that?" Miss Potter was looking at us frantically, concern in her eyes. "Is it something that paper says?"

I cleared my throat. "You could say that." My voice sounded kind of choked off. Not very Snape at all. I'll need to fix that.

"Oh, you poor dear. What did that awful man do to you?" Poppy was practically blubbering and she hurried over to Miss Potter and hugged her. I think the medi-witch forgot about the girls injuries because she yelped. Poppy jumped away and her hands started to flutter around her. Bella reached up and started rubbing at her ribs. She groaned a little.

"Geez. Nice grip." She gasped.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. I didn't mean to grab you so hard. Are you okay? Any new pains? Bruises? Spra-"

"I'm fine, Madame Pomfrey. Really. You just hit a few bruises with your arms. Really" Poppy didn't look appeased but she nodded anyway. I looked at Miss Potter's face and it was still scrunched up in pain so I reached into my pocket and took out the pain potions that I always carried with me. I handed a vile to her.

"Drink it. It should help with the pain." She lifted it up to her nose and sniffed it. She then tossed her head back, downing the potion without so much as a grimace of disgust. Isabella sighed in relief. "That feels so much better. Thank you." I nodded.

"You're very welcome. I'm sure you weren't all that comfortable, sitting there in pain."

"Actually, I didn't notice it was there until I couldn't feel it. Turns out I don't feel much of anything anymore," She stated and then smiled slightly sad. I'm sure my expression looked almost identical to hers. I had felt the same thing at one point too.

After a while of watching Poppy tend to Isabella's injuries I stepped back and stared off into space. Unbeknownst to me, though, I was staring at Miss Potter the whole time.

IPOV (I've changed the initial to I for Bella's pov because she's called Izzy in this story)

Professor Snape stepped back a while after he gave me the potion and started staring at me. It was starting to creep me out and made me want to throw the Ace Bandage I had in my jumper pocket at him. So I did just that.

It hit him in the arm and he started slightly, looking around in confusion. His eyes landing on the Ace that was laying a few feet in front of him and he picked it up, looking at it with a perplexed expression.

"Who threw this at me?" He asked. It sounded more like he was asking himself, rather than meaning to say it out loud. I answered him anyway.

"That would be me." I raised my hand slightly, ignoring the pain this elicited from my elbow and shoulder. Professor Snape turned slightly scowling eyes on me. I could see the humor in them though.

"And why, pray tell, would you throw a muggle bandage wrap at me?" His voice was quiet and was meant to sound dangerous, but to me it just sounded like he was trying not to laugh.

"You were staring at me. It was beginning to creep me out. Seriously, you wouldn't even stop when I looked straight into your eyes." Snape- I'll call him that until further notice- remained silent at this. I was waiting for it. The small smile that had been trying to break across his face for the past hour. I wasn't disappointed.

His smile was more of an amused smirk, but it was there. "Well, thank you. I'll probably have a bruise now. Just what I needed." He was being sarcastic but he was still smirking good-naturedly.

"You're welcome!" I said brightly. Hagrid interrupted before Snape could say anything else.

"Oh yeah! Yeh shoulda seen the shoe she chucked a' 'er cousin! I' was funniest thing I ever did see! Loudest thump I ever 'eard too." He chuckled and Professor Dumbledore laughed along with me. Snape looked at me with his left eyebrow raised.

"Why, exactly, did you throw a shoe at your cousin?"

"He was eating my cake, the great lump. I was going to throw my fork at him, but I needed that to eat breakfast. I didn't want it contaminated." I said in a voice that said, 'Duh. Wasn't it obvious?' Snape cracked an actual smile that turned into full out beaming and then he was chuckling. That turned into a full out laugh and soon he was leaned over, hands on his knees trying to stop laughing and gasping for air.

Professor Dumbledore was looking at him fondly and the other two looked pretty shocked. I smiled along with Dumbledore and shook my head. Snape didn't look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

It was at least five minutes before he stopped and Hagrid and Madame Pomfrey were looking quite scared. Their expressions made me smile wider.

Snape was still gasping for air with his hands on his knees when Madame Pomfrey told me it was okay to get down. Most of my bruises were gone and so were the welts and cuts. The only thing left were the scars on my back, arms, neck, face, and legs. My broken bones and misset bones were healed too and I could actually bend my left peaky finger again. Uncle Vernon had broken it and it was never the same again.

I reached my arms up and sighed in relief. It didn't hurt to stretch anymore! My right shoulder popped and I groaned happily. It had been feeling cramped for days. I pulled my arms in front of me and hunched my back, stretching out my shoulder blades. When that was done, I reached down and grabbed my ankle, pulling it back so my it was parallel with my hip. I did the same with my other leg then reached down with both hands to touch my legs. It felt amazing to be able to stretch!

I looked back up to find the four adults staring at me in amusement. "What? Have you ever been unable to stretch for weeks at a time? Gets uncomfortable after a while." I put my hands on my hips.

Dumbledore chuckled. "You look just like your mother when you do that." My hands dropped from my hips and I perked up.

"You knew my mother? What was she like? Was she nice? What did she-" I was cut off before I could finish my interrogation.

"Oh, yes. We knew your mother quite well, actually. Would you like to hear about her?" Dumbledore asked me.

"Would you? Really? Oh, thank you!" I nearly knocked him over in a hug when he nodded. I took a step back and couldn't hold the next question in. "Did you know my father, too?" I was slightly breathless from excitement. I wasn't too excited, though, to not notice the almost scary sneer and grimace on Snape's face. "What?" I asked, looking directly at him. My hands found their way to my hips and I glared as Snape leveled his sneer on me.

"I can tell you all about you're blasted father, Miss Potter." He said with a glare of his own. I clenched my jaw to keep myself from doing anything irrational. "He was arrogant, pompous. He thought he could do anything he wanted. He was a bullying gi-" He was cut off when he was slammed into the wall behind him by some unseen force. I could feel the power surge through my limbs and smirked a little. This is what Hagrid called accidental magic. Only this time, it wasn't so accidental.

"Now what was it you were going to say Professor?" I inquired in a falsely innocent voice as I walked up to him slowly.

"Put me dow-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before I tightened my invisible hold on him. He wheezed slightly. I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that what I was doing was hurting him, and that it was wrong of me. I couldn't bring myself to care, though. I was absolutely furious. No one. No one was going to speak ill of my dead father. Not when I hadn't even had the chance to know him.

I loosened the magical hold on his torso, allowing his to breathe, and moved it to his arms and legs. He began arching, trying to wiggle out of my grip. He began yelling at me and I wondered why the other three adults hadn't stopped me by now.

"You blasted girl! Just like your father! Put me down you wretch! Now! Bloody, fucking hell, PUT ME DOWN!" I took no notice of the insults as I realized that I had formed an extremely thick barrier of some sort around myself and Snape. It seemed to be sound proofed, because Dumbledore and Hagrid were pressing their ears against it, most likely trying to hear what was being said.

I looked back at Snape and couldn't help but feel slightly more angered. He was still screaming soundlessly, no doubt shouting obscenities. He just wouldn't shut up! And as this thought passed my mind, I realized that I was acting exactly like my Uncle. The way Snape was pinned to the wall was horrifyingly reminiscent of the way Aunt Petunia and Dudley held me down while Uncle Vernon poured hot baking grease over my stomach. I still had the scar- It was huge and greatly discolored against my pale skin.

I gasped as I dropped Snape to the floor. My eyes filled with tears and I began to sob uncontrollably.

"Oh, god! I'm just like HIM!" I choked out between horrible gut- wrenching sobs. The barriers fell and the three remaining adults rushed forward to assist their fellow staff member. I stood up and ran without a second thought. I didn't look back, and, surprisingly, managed to find my way out of the castle.

Snape POV

I dropped to the ground with a gasp as the bloody girl released my arms and legs. The silencing charm fell and I said, almost incoherently, "Fucking hell." I sounded breathless and strangled, even to my own ears.

Miss Potter was on her knees, herself, letting loose the most terrible sobs I had ever heard. She let loose a tiny, whimpering scream.

"Oh, god! I'm just like HIM!" Within moments, I knew who she was talking about. That horrible Uncle of hers. I couldn't help but disagree with her mentally. 'You are nothing like him. At least you have a conscious and stopped yourself before you caused me bodily harm.' But, nonetheless, I still felt contempt toward the girl. Who wouldn't? She had me pinned against a bloody wall and wouldn't let me talk to her, for Merlin's sake!

I could see a slight shimmer around us and then Albus, Poppy and Hagrid practically ran forward. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Miss Potter stand up and run out of the room. Hagrid looked like he wanted to follow after her, but thought better of it and turned back toward me.

Poppy was leaning over me, fussing in her annoying way. "I am fine, Poppy!" I snapped at her. "In case you hadn't noticed," I addressed Albus, "The bloody Girl-Who-Lived just ran out of that door, crying uncontrollably because she believes herself to be like her uncle just because he pushed me against a wall after I said rather nasty things about the father she never knew!" As I said these things, I felt guilt. Guilt, because I had antagonized an innocent abused girl and insulted a dead man who couldn't even fight back.

Albus seemed reluctant to leave but when I gave him my infamous 'No shit' glare and he stood to follow her. I pushed past Poppy and stood as well. I followed behind Albus as he walked, calmly, out the door of the Infirmary.

Izzy POV

I ran and kept running until I made it to the edge of the forest that I had seen when Hagrid and I arrived. I didn't stop, though. I kept sprinting, full speed into the forest, taking no notice of its spooky appearance.

I don't know how long I ran, but by the time I stopped, I had a massive stitch in my side and my legs felt like rubber. I fell to my knees, unable to support myself. I put my hands on the ground, panting heavily. I hadn't realized that I had stopped crying at some point until I started crying again.

I was jus like my horrid uncle. I tortured people when they made me angry, caused them pain, just because they did something I didn't like. I was just like him, and I didn't know what to do about it, other than run from the person I had hurt.

I sat on the forest floor for what seemed hours, on all fours crying. At some point I had sat back on put my bottom on the ground, curling up into a ball, holding my knees. I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I was floating, staring up at the forest canopy. I felt like I was rocking and when I looked about a bit more, I realized I wasn't floating. I was being carried, by Snape.

"Wha…" I sounded choked off and garbled.

"Shhh," Snape quieted. He sounded gentle and not angry at all. I wondered why. If I was him, I would have been glowering down at me, absolutely infuriated.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to him. My voice sounded a bit better, but not by much.

"You're forgiven. Quiet, now. Sleep." I nodded slightly and closed my eyes. I could feel the breeze flit over my face, dusting a few strands of my long hair into it. I left it there, until it started to annoy me and I brushed them out of my face.

I lay still for a few more moments and then realized that my arm had fallen asleep and was incredibly uncomfortable. I lifted it and lay it diagonally across my stomach. I shifted a little more and came to the conclusion that I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. My eyes flashed open and I sighed noiselessly. I looked up at Snape.

"Can I walk instead. I can't sleep." He nodded slightly and dropped my legs first so I didn't fall on my back. When my feet were firmly on the ground he let go of my arms and started forward again. I followed after him and the whole almost hour walk was spent in almost complete silence other than our feet crushing leaves and twigs and sometimes clearing throats. The silence wasn't awkward, though. It was quite comfortable, actually.

When we made it back onto the grounds, I was almost falling over in exhaustion. I had no clue how I had run all the way out there and not gotten tired.

Snape noticed my state and held his arms out again. I simply nodded at him. He picked me back up and I leaned my head against his chest, succumbing to sleep almost immediately.

When I woke next, I was in the Infirmary again and Hagrid was seated in a large, sturdy looking chair at my bed side. I pushed myself up with my elbows and back into a sitting position. Hagrid didn't wake up, which I was thankful for. He seemed like the kind of person who fussed unnecessarily.

Madame Pomfrey came through a door on the other side of the room and noticed me awake.

"Oh, dear. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. I little sore, but fine."

"Good, good. That's great," She said a bit off hand. She handed me a goblet of some sort of potion and told me to drink it. "I need to inform Albus and Severus that you're awake." I nodded and tossed the thick potion back without batting an eyelash. I heard talking in the other room and didn't pay any attention to it. She was just telling them I was awake anyway.

Madame Pomfrey walked back in and I handed the goblet back to her. She smiled warmly at me and said, "Thank you, dear." That should be helping to ease the soreness." She was right. I couldn't even feel the slightest discomfort anymore.

I jumped when the door banged open. In walked Professor Dumbledore and Snape. I looked down at the bleached white blanket draped over my legs, ashamed. I couldn't believe I had done that yesterday. God, I was just like him. Just like Uncle Vernon. I shuddered in disgust at myself.

"Isabella?" I looked up when Professor Dumbledore called my name. "How are you?"

"Fine." I said shortly and then under my breathe, "Just bloody fantastic…" Luckily, he didn't hear me.

"I don't believe you are, though. I believe you think you are feeling rather guilty and you seem to think you are just like your uncle. I have one thing to say: You are absolutely nothing like your uncle. You have a conscience. He does not." I just looked at him, tears welling in my eyes.

"You have no clue what you're saying," I whispered. "I almost broke his arms. I was seriously thinking about it, Professor. Just because he said something that made me angry. I'm a horrible person. Just like my uncle." I put my face in my hands and let a few tears slip. Out of nowhere, someone slammed something down. I whipped my head up, shocked. It was Snape.

"Listen to me, and pay attention, Miss Potter. You are nothing like that vile excuse of a human being. The difference between you-" he pointed at me- " and that man-" He waved his hand in a different direction- "is that you didn't hurt me. You stopped yourself. You feel bad. He has no such qualms." Snape sat back down, almost calm, but still looking angry and straightened the collar of his robes. I nodded, slowly, apprehensively.

"Thank you for forgiving me." I said, still whispering.

"You're welcome."

Finish: 9/13/10

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