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Chapter 5 The Crest
Draco stared at Isabel. Her curls in a pile on the top of her head held up by magic. Her eyes, a hypnotizing gray-green, warm and inviting.Her pale skin was flushed and pink from the heat of the water. How can this girl see through all of that magic? How can she see the dark mark? Draco thought as he frantically searched his mind for an excuse, a plan, a way to get out.
"Don't worry." Isabel said looking Draco in the eyes. "I won't tell anyone."
Draco was worried. He couldn't trust this girl, who he had gotten in a fight with the first time the met. He didn't even know her. Draco was silent still trying to find a way out of this mess.
"I said don't worry." Isabel said softly as she looked from Draco's expression back down at the mark. "Did it hurt?"
"W-What?!" Draco asked tearing his gaze from Isabel to where his wand lay on top of his robes.
"Did it hurt when they burned the mark on you?" Isabel asked running her hand over the skull on Draco's forearm, oblivious to Draco's frantic tone. "It hurt when they burned mine on."
Draco turned and looked at her in disbelief. "You- You have a.."
Isabel smiled. "Of course I don't have a Dark Mark, silly." She said letting go of Draco's arm and sinking back into the water. "My family symbol was burned into my ankle. All of the members of my family have one, those who are left of course." Isabel suddenly looked as if she was about to cry. Her face softened and her eyes were watery.
"Anyways, I didn't even want to get it, It kind of symbolizes your fate, you know, like no matter what you do or where you go, the past still calls out to you." Isabel continued looking up at the ceiling as she relaxed deeper into the water.
"Why are you telling me this?" Draco said as he slowly made his way towards his wand. He didn't know or care who this girl was or what was on her ankle. She had seen the dark mark that had been burned into his skin only weeks before school had started. He hated it. His father would have killed him if Draco had not let the deatheaters burn the skull into his forearm. Even the memory pained him so. His life was set, he would serve the dark lord.
"Well," Isabel said dreamily. "I thought that you would understand. You with the dark mark, me with, well. a symbol upon my skin that is just as dark.." Isabel was interrupted by Draco's clamor to grab his wand.
Draco was standing across the room with his wand pointing directly at Isabel. His swimming trunks still dripping from the tub.
"I'm sorry about your problem." Draco said sarcastically. Nothing can be worse than mine. Draco thought with a smirk.
"Now Draco." Isabel said as if she were talking to a two-year-old. "If were going to be on good terms. You mustn't point your wand at me."
Draco gave a laugh. "What are you going to do to stop me?"
Isabel steadied her glance at Draco's wand. It flew out of his hand as if were covered in soap and landed with a ping at the bottom of the tub. Even Isabel looked impressed. My powers are growing stronger. Isabel thought fearfully while she looked down at her hands. It's coming.
Isabel hurried out of the tub and into a stall. She put on her clothes and let down her moist hair. As she hurried towards the portrait hole she flung her dark blue robe over her shoulders.
Draco was blocking the way out. "If you even so much as mutter a word I'll." Draco snarled.
"Give it a rest Malfoy." Isabel interrupted as she held out her hand to stop him from going any further. "I'm not going to tell anyone about your stupid little tattoo."
Draco scowled. "This isn't a tattoo. It's the Mark of the Dark Lord.."
"I know very well what it is." Isabel interrupted. "It's a burned on symbol that calls you to him. At least you get a say in whether you want it or not."
"Actually, I didn't" Draco snapped and as soon as he spoke those words he instantly regretted it.
"Oh.." Isabel said curiously. "Really?"
Draco scowled. "This Mark is a little more serious than a stupid family crest."
Isabel's expression changed. She looked at Draco as if he were the dumbest person in the world. If only you knew. She thought as she tried to force her way out.
"Why were you telling me your whole history, anyways?" Draco said trying to pry out the rest of the story behind the crest.
"Well," Isabel began trying to find the words. "I was just hoping that if we talked a little you would be willing to help me."
Draco looked at her and felt a pang of sorrow. Isabel had apparently been through a lot and Draco couldn't get her sad expression out of his mind. He felt attached in a way, through their scars, their marks. Draco immediately pushed away the feeling.
"I need help in potions." Isabel pleaded. "I didn't take that class last year and I'm pretty far behind."
Draco sighed. That was his best subject. "I'll help." He said. "Meet me tomorrow in the old potions room on the third floor."
Isabel looked happily at Draco. "Thank you so much!" She said and she crawled out of the bathroom through the portrait hole.
Why an I being so nice? Draco asked himself as he exited the bathroom after changing back into his clothes. He immediately dismissed the thought that he was being nice. She saw the Mark He thought as he made his way to the dungeons. Anything I do to help her, will persuade her not to tell the whole bloody school about the mark. Anyway, I am pretty interested in that crest.
Isabel couldn't go back up to her dorm. With her powers growing it would be to risky around that smart bushy haired girl. She walked outside and across the dark grounds.
Isabel slowly made her way to the birch tree near the lake. As Isabel neared the lake she saw it.
The glowing form of a lion was streaming across the evening sky. It's golden body prancing through the air leaving gold dust to flutter to the ground. Its eyes a ruby red flashing as it peered around looking for Isabel.
Isabel took a deep breathe and stepped out from the trees cover
Chapter 5 The Crest
Draco stared at Isabel. Her curls in a pile on the top of her head held up by magic. Her eyes, a hypnotizing gray-green, warm and inviting.Her pale skin was flushed and pink from the heat of the water. How can this girl see through all of that magic? How can she see the dark mark? Draco thought as he frantically searched his mind for an excuse, a plan, a way to get out.
"Don't worry." Isabel said looking Draco in the eyes. "I won't tell anyone."
Draco was worried. He couldn't trust this girl, who he had gotten in a fight with the first time the met. He didn't even know her. Draco was silent still trying to find a way out of this mess.
"I said don't worry." Isabel said softly as she looked from Draco's expression back down at the mark. "Did it hurt?"
"W-What?!" Draco asked tearing his gaze from Isabel to where his wand lay on top of his robes.
"Did it hurt when they burned the mark on you?" Isabel asked running her hand over the skull on Draco's forearm, oblivious to Draco's frantic tone. "It hurt when they burned mine on."
Draco turned and looked at her in disbelief. "You- You have a.."
Isabel smiled. "Of course I don't have a Dark Mark, silly." She said letting go of Draco's arm and sinking back into the water. "My family symbol was burned into my ankle. All of the members of my family have one, those who are left of course." Isabel suddenly looked as if she was about to cry. Her face softened and her eyes were watery.
"Anyways, I didn't even want to get it, It kind of symbolizes your fate, you know, like no matter what you do or where you go, the past still calls out to you." Isabel continued looking up at the ceiling as she relaxed deeper into the water.
"Why are you telling me this?" Draco said as he slowly made his way towards his wand. He didn't know or care who this girl was or what was on her ankle. She had seen the dark mark that had been burned into his skin only weeks before school had started. He hated it. His father would have killed him if Draco had not let the deatheaters burn the skull into his forearm. Even the memory pained him so. His life was set, he would serve the dark lord.
"Well," Isabel said dreamily. "I thought that you would understand. You with the dark mark, me with, well. a symbol upon my skin that is just as dark.." Isabel was interrupted by Draco's clamor to grab his wand.
Draco was standing across the room with his wand pointing directly at Isabel. His swimming trunks still dripping from the tub.
"I'm sorry about your problem." Draco said sarcastically. Nothing can be worse than mine. Draco thought with a smirk.
"Now Draco." Isabel said as if she were talking to a two-year-old. "If were going to be on good terms. You mustn't point your wand at me."
Draco gave a laugh. "What are you going to do to stop me?"
Isabel steadied her glance at Draco's wand. It flew out of his hand as if were covered in soap and landed with a ping at the bottom of the tub. Even Isabel looked impressed. My powers are growing stronger. Isabel thought fearfully while she looked down at her hands. It's coming.
Isabel hurried out of the tub and into a stall. She put on her clothes and let down her moist hair. As she hurried towards the portrait hole she flung her dark blue robe over her shoulders.
Draco was blocking the way out. "If you even so much as mutter a word I'll." Draco snarled.
"Give it a rest Malfoy." Isabel interrupted as she held out her hand to stop him from going any further. "I'm not going to tell anyone about your stupid little tattoo."
Draco scowled. "This isn't a tattoo. It's the Mark of the Dark Lord.."
"I know very well what it is." Isabel interrupted. "It's a burned on symbol that calls you to him. At least you get a say in whether you want it or not."
"Actually, I didn't" Draco snapped and as soon as he spoke those words he instantly regretted it.
"Oh.." Isabel said curiously. "Really?"
Draco scowled. "This Mark is a little more serious than a stupid family crest."
Isabel's expression changed. She looked at Draco as if he were the dumbest person in the world. If only you knew. She thought as she tried to force her way out.
"Why were you telling me your whole history, anyways?" Draco said trying to pry out the rest of the story behind the crest.
"Well," Isabel began trying to find the words. "I was just hoping that if we talked a little you would be willing to help me."
Draco looked at her and felt a pang of sorrow. Isabel had apparently been through a lot and Draco couldn't get her sad expression out of his mind. He felt attached in a way, through their scars, their marks. Draco immediately pushed away the feeling.
"I need help in potions." Isabel pleaded. "I didn't take that class last year and I'm pretty far behind."
Draco sighed. That was his best subject. "I'll help." He said. "Meet me tomorrow in the old potions room on the third floor."
Isabel looked happily at Draco. "Thank you so much!" She said and she crawled out of the bathroom through the portrait hole.
Why an I being so nice? Draco asked himself as he exited the bathroom after changing back into his clothes. He immediately dismissed the thought that he was being nice. She saw the Mark He thought as he made his way to the dungeons. Anything I do to help her, will persuade her not to tell the whole bloody school about the mark. Anyway, I am pretty interested in that crest.
Isabel couldn't go back up to her dorm. With her powers growing it would be to risky around that smart bushy haired girl. She walked outside and across the dark grounds.
Isabel slowly made her way to the birch tree near the lake. As Isabel neared the lake she saw it.
The glowing form of a lion was streaming across the evening sky. It's golden body prancing through the air leaving gold dust to flutter to the ground. Its eyes a ruby red flashing as it peered around looking for Isabel.
Isabel took a deep breathe and stepped out from the trees cover
