Charlie Swan was not having a good day, three days ago he had come home only to find his daughter cheating on her boyfriend with his best friends son, it was enough to give anyone grey hair.
to make matters worse his daughter had screamed abuse about some girl, saying how somehow this was all that girls fault and demanding he do a background check on her,
that's how he had found himself looking up files on one Hekate Potter, if for no other reason than to placate his daughter, what he found there made him wish he had told his daughter to be quiet and mind her own business.
Lady Hekate Potter. -now wasn't that just the shock of his life- born to the late Lord James and Lady Lilly Potter, was the sole survivor in her parents brutal murder, where a stray bullet hit a gas main and blew up half the house with Her inside, which is how she got that scar on her head.
the report said she was lucky to be alive and that the explosion killed the terrorist that had killed her parents. then she was sent to live with Relatives , at the age of 11 she was accepted to a private boarding school in Scotland, it was the same school her parents went to and apparently it was invitation only.
then at 16 she filed for emancipation, sighting abuse as the main reason. there was a private trial held and the Dursleys were found guilty and sentenced to some secret high security prison.
that was as much as he had found out, a lot of Lady Potters file was confidential, one thing was for sure, he would not be showing this to Bella, not only was it wrong. it was illegal, especially seeing as how she was nobility
Charlie closed the file and put it on the side of his desk before he went out to work.
~Scene~
Hekate had been on cloud nine all week, she had gotten them all tickets to the Quidditch world cup and even reserved a private box for them next to the Minister's box. and after some gentle prodding from Alice, the hyper demonic pixie that she was, Hekate had blushed and admitted to using her fame to ensure they got the best possible box, she didn't see anything wrong with it per say as the box next to the Minister's usually sat empty.
Though what she didn't mention was that Quidditch organizers usually kept that box for the press, she also didn't tell them that she had hinted at the possibility of her giving an interview after the match, that little tidbit had made the reporters all to Happy to give up their usual box in favor of another, just the possibility of an interview had them salivating.
as they sat down to lunch she sighed, even in America she was ridiculously famous, the only difference was, that unlike in Brittan, the American ministry had Slander and libel laws, and the press actually respected your privacy to a certain extent, meaning they wouldn't show up to her flat trying to get a picture of her in her knickers, that reminded her that she had to make sure Colin Creevey wasn't one of the camera men invited, she still hadn't forgiven him for that stunt, and she was quite sure he still had the handprint from when she slapped him one.
unfortunately she was brought out of her musings by her least favorite muggle.
"So Hekate, you must think your hot shit don't you?" said Isabella, Bella was pissed, Alice and Rosalie had seemed to divide the town between them and made it their jobs to make sure everyone knew she cheated on Edward, her life had been horrible since then, nobody would give her the time of day! not even that loser Angela! Worst of all Lauren Mallory of all people had called her a slut, her!
that only served to fuel Bella's anger, and she knew exactly who to blame. Hekate fucking Potter! if it wasn't for that British Bitch then everything would have been just fine!
she would have gotten a new car, married Edward, then become a beautiful vampire for all of eternity, all of her plans ruined by one freakish stain on humanity!
that's why she had snuck into her father's room while he was at work and borrowed Hekate's file.
Hekate turned her unimpressed gaze into Isabella, because really, she couldn't be bothered to give a damn about this insignificant little thorn while she was preparing to see the Quidditch match of the year. "What do you want Swan?" Hekate said scathingly.
" I was just wondering how long you were going to play at being a regular hardworking person before you ran back to your pampered life in Brittan." Bella sneered as she took the file out of her bag.
Rosalie and Alice got up to defend their friend but Hekate silently shook her head, she had an idea what Swan was going to do, and really she couldn't care less right now, this would only alienate Isabella from her peers because she was quite certain no one would be looking at her in disgust and loathing, if that was Isabella's aim that is.
" well considering I've worked hard all my life to get where I am today, I'd say forever." she said, all the other students would just assumed she was exaggerating, but in reality as the Master of Death she wouldn't age or die, and she couldn't be killed by normal means.
However Isabella took that statement to mean something completely different, to her, there was just one way to live forever, and the thought of Hekate getting everything she wanted had her red with rage.
" Shut up! your nothing but a pampered princess flaunting your wealth in everyone's face! you think just because your a Lady you can just waltz in here and do whatever the hell you like! your nothing but a FREAK!" Bella screeched her cheeks turning red with the force of her voice, everyone noted that it was quite an ugly sight.
Hekate's eye twitched at the words were shot at her, the lights slightly flickered, hardly enough for the stunned humans to notice, but the Vampire's certainly did.
Isabella had just sealed her fate, she was going down. hard.
that's all for now, I know it wasn't much, a bit of a filler chapter but I didn't want to go overboard, this is just the build up. next chapter is the Quidditch game and some of what the school thinks of Bella before Bella becomes my whipping doll, unlike other fanfictions it won't be one big event that gets rid of Bella bitch. it will be a series of relatively small, funny events until I decide it's enough. Blessed be.
