Chapter 7: All is Not What It Seems.

            Isabel was in a strange world. Her first conscious thought was that she was on a dragon. She was surrounded by them. She sat up slowly and looked in wonder at the different types. It was a dream, but a marvelous one.

            Young one, you have accepted your destiny

            A deep voice boomed in her head. She looked around but could not identify the speaker.

            You will be the one to defeat the One Who Would Destroy the World.

            Another, higher voice added in.

            It will be your love and sense of right that will defeat him.

            Isabel voiced the first thing that came to her mind. "What about Harry Potter? Won't he be the one to defeat …him?"

            He will be instrumental, but you will be the one to strike the killing blow. We will visit you later….

            "She's coming to…" A voice sounded in the distance. Isabel struggled to shake the fog from her mind. She opened her eyes slowly, conscious at first only of the weight of the medallion around her neck and the warmth pulsing from it. She looked dazed around and her eyes connected with those of Severus Snape. Disconcerted by the intensity of his dark eyes she scanned the rest of the faces…Dumbledore, Pomfrey, and a house elf.

            "Wilma?!" she asked sitting up and wincing as her head throbbed. More slowly she sat up and looked at the house elf. "What are you doing here, Wilma?"

            "Master found out about me helpins you" Wilma squeaked. "I'se been… freed. *sob*" Isabel looked aghast.

            "If you've been freed…that means that I've been …" Isabel trailed off.

            "Disowned." Dumbledore finished. "I had called you into my office to discuss a particularly nasty letter your father sent. It seems he is 'ODS'ing your things over. I'm sorry Isabel." Isabel looked numbly around. She was no longer a daughter… She… Wait a minute. It was just a name. Isabel mentally shook herself. She was responsible for the worlds innocents and here she was worrying about losing her last name? How utterly selfish of her. She straightened her shoulders.

            "When will my belongings arrive?" she asked quietly but unwaveringly.

            "Tonight around dinner time." Dumbledore answered.

            "Thank you." Isabel stood up and made her way from the room ignoring the looks she got and the words of Madam Pomfrey. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts and gathering was best done alone. She didn't resurface from wherever she had gone until just before dinnertime.

Author's Note: I'm a bit sleepy. I didn't write a lot. I'm sorry. I just finished OotP. This was the only one I felt I could write right now. More…sometime.