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Sirius and I began to work on some strategies for me moving into Grimmauld Place. It's not like Father would accept me moving out, into the home of Sirius Black, his arch enemy, freely. If he knew that I was doing this, he'd probably kill Sirius and then lock me up in Azkaban. It was a little frightening to think about actually.

"Does your father not trust you?" Sirius asked me.

"Do you truly believe that my father would let me move in here with you, no questions asked? Don't be daft, Sirius," I replied, waving my hand to brush off his question.

"You did not answer my original question."

"And what was that?"

"Does your father not trust you?"

"It's you that my father does not trust, Sirius." Sirius frowned. "And I'm afraid he will never trust you. Not after what you all did to him," I said coldly. Sirius froze and stared blankly into my eyes. This was probably the last thing he was expecting from me.

"What do you mean, Isabel?"

"Lies, Sirius. You know exactly what I mean."

"Well your father isn't as innocent as you think he is, either, Isabel."

"Don't turn this back on him, Sirius. You teased him terribly while he was at Hogwarts. It makes me sick to even think that you would do something like that to another person. Did it make you feel big, strong and popular when you did that?" Sirius was now looking away from me. There was something distant about him. It was as if his body was there, but his mind had run away from him. I waited and waited for response, but gave up. It was obvious that he didn't want to speak about this. I slammed my hands on the table and got up out of my chair.

"Maybe moving in together was a bad idea," I said.

"Isabel, no, wait. Sit back down," Sirius said. I stood there, pondering whether I should sit back down, before doing just that and resting my head on my chin. "I'm an idiot, and I certainly don't deserve you. I just don't want you to judge me on my past and on the way I've treated others. This relationship has so many flaws, but that's what makes it great. I cannot bear for you to end up hating me because of how I used to treat your father. And even if I still don't like him very much, I don't want it to influence our relationship." I couldn't help but smile. Sirius was right. I couldn't let other people influence us. If we were happy, that's all that mattered.

"Now, I have a plan," I said. "It might not work, but it's worth a try."


The next day I found myself sitting in the Weasley's living room with Molly and Arthur opposite me. Molly was staring me down, obviously still unhappy with me. I twiddled my thumbs, and everything seemed too silent.

"I have a favour to ask you," I said, breaking the silence. "Both of you."

"This favour wouldn't have anything to do with Sirius Black, would it?" Molly snapped.

"Molly, please. I have no desire for my relationship with Sirius to affect any other of my relationships with anyone. You'll just have to accept that I'm with him."

"He is much too old for you, Isabel, and he is useless for you! He will not provide for you and he will certainly not give you and freedom. You might as well go to Azkaban prison because being with him and living with him means you'll have to stay locked up."

"Why can't you just accept that I'm happy?"

"Because you could be doing so much better, Isabel."

"What, like Charlie or Bill?" I snapped. Molly paused and pursed her lips before nodding.

"Well, now that I consider it, yes, they would be excellent choices."

"They're not interested, Molly, and neither am I. They are like my brothers. I don't have any romantic interest in them whatsoever." Molly was silenced by my response. It was like she had just closed up, and she wasn't interested in what I had to say anymore. I honestly didn't care what Molly had to say anymore. She had chosen to have a closed mind about my relationship with Sirius, and that was it. I turned to Arthur and placed my hands on the table.

"What do you think, Arthur?" I asked.

"About what?" He answered, but he knew perfectly well what I was talking about.

"Is everyone going to treat me differently now? I'm still the same person as I was before..."

"Isabel, what you have to understand is that you are in a relationship with a man who has been to Azkaban prison; a man who is a convicted murderer," Arthur said before letting out a sigh. He adjusted the glasses he was wearing, probably just to pause and break some of the tension in the room. "Now, I shall give you my opinion on the matter. Isabel, as long as you are happy and he is treating you well, I don't have any problem with you being in a relationship with Sirius Black. He might not be the best choice, but he's certainly making you smile again, and that is a positive. Don't listen to anyone else. Just listen to yourself and what you want." Molly slammed her hands on the table and stood out of her chair. She glared at Arthur, most likely because he didn't back her up.

"Am I the only one with common sense here? Sirius Black will hurt her, I am sure of it!" Molly shouted, her hands in the air.

"Molly, it isn't your decision," Arthur said to her calmly. "So, Isabel, what was that favour you were going to ask of us." Arthur's eyes told me to exercise caution with my request, but it was too late. Molly was furious, and what I was going to ask of her and her husband was not going to make it any better.

"Sirius asked me to move into Grimmauld Place, and I accepted."

"What?" Molly spat. "Now you're just digging a hole for yourself, Isabel. Stop being such a stupid girl."

"Molly, just be quiet!" I said. "I've had enough of your negativity!" Molly was no longer looking at me. Her eyes were fixed on her husband, her eyes full of anger. She seemed like she was going to explode at any second. "Now, Arthur, I'm telling you this because there is no way my father would let me live at Grimmauld Place, so I'm asking if you'll cover for me and say that I'm going to be living with you."

"I would gladly do this for you," Arthur said. A smile grew on my face. "But, there is a slight complication." The smile was wiped from my face instantly. Complication? "We're going to be moving in there, too." What did he mean? The Weasley's were going to be moving into Grimmauld Place? "You see, Molly wants to get the rest of the cleaning of that house done, and it'd be easier for us to get to Order meetings and so on."

"This shouldn't be a problem. We'll continue with the plan that I had set up."

"I will not be made out a fool, Isabel," Molly snapped, sitting down, then turning to her husband. "Arthur, we must say no to this. It is irresponsible of us!"

"You're forgetting she's of age, Molly," Arthur replied, shrugging his shoulders. "There isn't much we can do."

"You will not be made out a fool, Molly. If you have a problem with Sirius and I, then I understand, but do not string me along just so you can receive more information about the nature of my relationship with him. All I want is you to assure my father that I will be living with you."

"What if Severus wanted to come and visit you?" said Arthur. To the surprise of Molly and Arthur, I laughed.

"She really has lost it, Arthur," Molly muttered, loud enough so I could just hear her. She probably wanted me to hear her anyway.

"Oh, forgive me. I'm sorry. My father doesn't visit people. People visit him. He isn't exactly the social type. He enjoys sitting at home alone in his study reading books and newspapers. He likes to be alone most of the time. I assure you there will be no problems in that department."

"Well then, it's settled. I will gladly help you out with this, Isabel. After all, you have done so much for our family. It's time we repaid the favour to you," Arthur said cheerily, ignoring his wife.

"Thank you, Arthur. It means a lot to me." My eyes then went to Molly, who was scowling at Arthur and I, her arms crossed. I turned back to Arthur and smiled, not taking notice of how unhappy Molly was with me.


A few days later, the day had come. The day I was to tell Father that I am moving out. I was still quite angry at him from the Order meeting the other night. Who wouldn't be angry? He suddenly forgot to tell me that he had been spying on the Death Eaters. A part of me was proud. He was being so brave. He was risking his life to try and get rid of Voldemort and to save our world. Yet, another part of me was scared; scared that maybe it wasn't all that it seemed. My heart said he was doing this for us; for the Wizarding World, but my brain said that there was something else to this. I brushed off these feelings and knocked on the door of my father's study.

"Enter," Father called out. I walked in slowly and sat behind Father's desk. "Isabel, what is it you want?"

"Why do you always assume I want something when I come in here to see you? Maybe I could be saying hello to you," I replied to him, folding my arms. It was true, though. I never came to see Father to say hello. I never really came to see Father at all. Father set his copy of the 'Daily Prophet' on the desk and looked at me, his black eyes piercing mine. I breathed in deeply to keep composed. After all these years, he still intimidated me.

"I came to tell you something. You may not like it, but it's not something I'm asking you. It's something I'm doing without your permission or not." Father sat forward, seemingly interested in what I had to say now. My blood ran from my cheeks, and I became more pale than I already am. My nerves had kicked in. I was afraid of what Father was going to say back to me. He wasn't one to take news, or anything about me lightly.

"Well, what is it? I don't have all day, Isabel. I have things I need to get back to," Father said coldly.

"I...I'm going to move out of here," I said bluntly. Father's gaze was fixed on me, and his expression didn't change. It was like he had turned to stone. Was it possible that he had gone into shock? I was sure that my announcement wasn't that serious that he had gone into shock. I moved in my seat, finding the situation incredibly awkward.

"This has certainly come from nowhere," Father said. "I thought you were happy here."

"I was. I mean, I am. It's just, I need to move out to grow as a person and become more independent. I don't think I can do that hanging off my father everyday." Father nodded and picked up his wand.

"When shall I schedule a portkey for you to go back to France?" Father asked. What did he mean back to France? I then realised it...he was thinking that I wanted to move back with Mother. That I wanted to give away the life I had here to go hide in France while the war played out.

"Father, I don't want to go back to France."

"You don't?" I shook my head and smiled.

"My life is here with you, and at Hogwarts." The smile was then wiped off my face when I thought of my step-father. "He wouldn't allow me back there with Mother anyway. He kicked me out before I came to live with you. As if I would ever be allowed to move back in there, and as if I would ever want to move back in with that pig." I swear I saw a smile flash upon my father's face. I knew he disliked Louis, too; mostly because of his treatment of me.

"I think moving out would be good for you, as well," Father said, surprising me.

"Really?"

"Yes. Although, depends where you're moving."

"To the Weasley's. I've talked to Molly and Arthur and they said it's fine for me to stay with them until I buy a house of my own." Father rolled his eyes. I knew he didn't like the Weasley's, but it was better than me telling him that I'd be living with Sirius. Heads are going to roll when he finds out about that.

"It could be worse. And you're of age, so I have no say in the matter. You also said that you're telling me, so you would do it anyway," Father said, seemingly to himself. "I guess you'll be moving out then."

"Thank you, Father. Thank you." It had gone off without a hitch. He didn't have one suspicion at all. I was thankful, as it could have been a million times worse than it was.

"Wait. Before you go, Isabel, we must talk about what you heard in the Order meeting the other night," said Father, standing up quickly to try and stop me from leaving his study.

"There's nothing to talk about," I told Father. "You didn't tell me your side of the story and I don't care. It's your business and not mine, and if you want to continue risking your life while I get more frightened everyday that something's going to happen to you, be my guest. I'm not going to move out on a sour note," I added. We stood in silence for a moment, but I couldn't handle being in this room right now. I didn't want to talk about how he was going to sacrifice himself for the good of the Wizarding World. I needed him safe, but obviously he didn't realise that. I turned away from my father and marched down the main corridor of our house. It was time to begin packing my things.


It was odd. Nearly 9 years ago I came to live here, and now I was packing up, getting ready to leave. I took out the clothes from my dresser and wardrobe and placed it nearly in my trunk labelled 'Isabel Snape.' I closed my eyes and remembered the first time the last name Snape appeared on my trunk. I was being kicked out of the Delacour house and being forced to move in with Father. Now that I thought of it, I couldn't imagine my life without my father. In a way, he saved me. I placed the last of my clothes in my trunk and began to pack my other things.

"Need any help?" I turned to see Tonks standing in the doorway, her wand in her hand.

"What are you doing here?" I asked rudely, thinking of her reaction from the Order meeting the other night. Like Molly, she didn't seem exactly supportive.

"You have every reason to be angry at me," she said. I sighed and placed a pile of books in a wooden box.

"I'm not angry with you, I just wish you'd be a little more supportive."

"I was wrong the other night, Isabel. Sirius is troubled, that's all. I just don't want to see you get hurt." I turned to Tonks and raised my eyebrows.

"Do you think I would be in a relationship with him if I didn't think I couldn't handle the bad parts of him. Sirius has many flaws, but everyone does. As soon as everyone accepts that I'm not a little girl anymore the better..."

"No one thinks you're a little girl," Tonks sighed.

"Well then everyone has to stop being overprotective. I know what I'm doing, and if something goes on I'll break it off with him. I...I love him, Tonks."

"You love him?" I bit my lip and nodded. Tonks smiled and held her arms out. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her.

"As long as he's making you happy, then I'm happy," Tonks said.

"You are the best best friend ever, you know that?"

"I've been told," Tonks laughed. She stepped out of the hug and looked around her. "Looks like we have a lot to pack. Let's get cracking."


I stood at the door of my home at Spinner's End, taking in my last few moments as a resident here. It was a dreary place, but it was my home. Father walked down the stairs, his black robes flowing behind him. I would miss my father, but all kids did this. All kids move out of home eventually. Besides, Father would always be here. I could always come and see him if I missed him. He strolled over to me and held out a box.

"You almost forgot this," he said. I opened it to see Eileen's bracelet, the Prince family heirloom that had been passed down to me.

"Thank you, Dad."

"It is going to be highly unusual you not being here, and not hearing Miss. Tonks," Father looked over at Tonks, who leaned on a wall behind me, hands in her pockets, "coming in and making an awful racket." I smiled and put my arms around my father. He returned the hug, holding me tightly.

"You are welcome to come home here, at any time."

"Thanks, Dad." Father let go of me and bowed his head at Tonks.

"Make sure she gets there safely," Father said to her sternly. Tonks' smile turned into a very serious expression.

"Of course Professor Snape." Father turned back to me.

"Goodbye, Isabel. Be safe."

"Bye, Dad."


"Sirius?" I called out. "Sirius?" I dropped two of my trunks next to me, as Tonks dropped my other trunk and my wooden boxes. A creak came from the staircase, and Tonks' head and mine snapped up. Sirius stood at the top of the staircase with Kreacher. They walked down the stairs, and Sirius looked to Kreacher, who only gave a nod before snapping his fingers to levitate my trunk.

"He's taking it to our room," Sirius said. Our room. That sounded strange. I no longer had a room to myself, I was sharing it. I laughed to myself, because it was all happening so fast; yet, I didn't have a problem with it.

"What's so funny?" Sirius asked, putting his arm around me.

"Oh, nothing. Don't you worry," I answered, beaming at him.

"Well," Tonks said, breaking up our little moment. "I should be going so you two can have some privacy. I'll see you at the next Order meeting."

"Thanks for your help, Tonks," I told her.

"Anytime." Tonks winked and grinned at me before walking out the front door, leaving Sirius and I to ourselves.


I placed the last of my boxes in the living area and collapsed on the chair behind me. Kreacher had taken care of my three trunks, and had placed them in my room. It was clear that I had a lot of work to do with this house. It was still dirty, still very old and there were all sorts of creatures living in small areas of the house. Sirius walked in the room and grinned. His smile always lit up the room, no matter how dark it was. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up towards him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me softly. I leaned my head on his chest, but was filled with a terrible smell. Stale drink.

"Sirius..."

"Yes, love?"

"You smell," I said, releasing myself from his grip. "How much have you been drinking lately?" Sirius' cheeks went red, and I knew I had caught him.

"Just a bit, I was lonely, you see."

"Right. Well, you need to change your clothes because those ones smell absolutely rotten," I told him sternly.

"I could take them off right here," Sirius said, winking at me. I rolled my eyes at his playful tone. "Right, point taken," he added when he saw my expression. "Will do. I've forgotten what it's like to live with someone so forgive me if I'm a little troubling at times." He was troubling, but it was one of the best things about him. I adored him the way he was, so I'd be disappointed if he didn't challenge me.

"I want a nap," I announced. "I'm tired."

"Be my guest."

"Could you unpack some of my stuff?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes at him while putting on a sweet smile, hoping he'd melt and fall for it.

"Who am I to deny you? Fine."

"Thank you," I said, kissing him quickly before making my way up the stairs and into my new bedroom.


I was almost asleep when I felt an arm slip around my waist. I sighed and turned over to see Sirius laying next to me. It was becoming real now; we were becoming real. He reached out and brushed a few strands of hair away from my eyes.

"There, now I can see your beautiful eyes," he whispered.

"Am I dreaming?" I asked softly.

"Unfortunately for you, no," Sirius replied, laughing quietly. "I'm so incredibly lucky. I don't deserve you." I smiled and closed my eyes, hoping to sleep.

"I'm the lucky one," I murmured.


A/N: Yay, a long chapter! I thought you guys deserved a long one.
We got 6 reviews for last chapter, I hope I'm not asking too much when I ask for a bit more.
Come on guys, 10+ reviews for next chapter. Even 3 words will do!

Last chapter I said that it would be Isabel's birthday. This is a mistake, but it will be happening soon! Speaking of birthdays, I've had a few complaints of how old she is, her admittance to Hogwarts being wrong dates etc. Just have to clear up one thing. Like J.K. Rowling, maths isn't my strong point. Don't really pay attention to it all...

Next chapter is a HUGE chapter guys. One that I know many of you have been waiting for.
Here is your sneak peek...
"Sirius! Put me down!" I shouted, trying not to let my laughs get in the way. Sirius smiled and pressed a kiss to my lips. All the cares that I had went away at that second. He was the center of my world. This was what it felt like to be in love.

"What the - ?" I heard a voice say. Sirius pulled back from the kiss and we both turned to see who it was.

Questions for this chapter (yes, I'm bringing back the questions!) -
1. Who is your favourite character from Harry Potter.
2. What do you think is going to happen to Isabel for the rest of the story? (Any psychic's out there?)

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It contains the themes of the characters, Isabel's bio, fanfic banners, sneak peeks and a whole lot more!