Chapter Three: Rules Are Made To Be Broken.
Harry stared at her for a moment before his eyes got wide and he yelled, "WHAT?"
Izzie blinked, "Ow, no need to shout I'm right in front of you! Gees." She muttered, "And yes, you are my brother, well actually you're my half brother, we have the same mother."
Harry shook his head, glancing from McGonagall to Izzie. "No, that's impossible, my mother only ever loved my dad."
"I know, she never really had a choice the night she was r- I was…conceived." She said choosing her words carefully; she didn't want to upset him.
Harry stared at her in shock, "Are- are you saying? …I don't believe you!"
"Look at your pictures of her. I know you have them, but we look exactly the same 'cept the colour of my hair! And you know it." Izzie said, staring at him with hard eyes.
Harry just looked at her and shook his head. Izzie sighed.
"Well go ask Dumbledore then, I'm sure he'd know. Because from what I've heard, James was very pissed and very upset." Izzie told him.
Harry stared at her. "Dumbledore knows?" He asked quietly.
Izzie smiled slightly knowing he'd just gotten angry, she had yet to see that. "Yep, all the dirty details too, I'm sure."
Harry's eyes went hard and he stared at the edge of the table, clenching his hands tightly so that his knuckles went white. He pushed himself up and walked to the door, Izzie – as did everyone else – followed him with her eyes.
"Should I come?" Izzie asked.
Harry nodded. Smiling Izzie got off the table and followed him, grinning at McGonagall as she went.
Izzie followed a way back, watching Harry as he walked. He was shaking slightly, and gripping his wand in a tight grip. They turned into the corridor that had Dumbledore's office at the end of it.
"Fizzing Whiz Bees." He snarled. Didn't work. "Lemon Drops, Burtie Botts Every Flavour Beans, Cockroach Cluster, -"
"Try Muggle sweets, like Mars Bars." Izzie suggested, and the Gargoyle sprang aside, "See!" Izzie exclaimed indicating the open door way.
Harry snarled and walked up the stairs. Izzie shrugged and followed him.
"Dumbledore!" Harry snapped blasting open the door.
"Harry, how nice to see you, what is the matter?"
Izzie rolled her eyes at the Headmasters calm voice; she always found it so irritating.
"You never told me I had a sister!" He snarled.
Izzie stood in the background to let him know it was her.
"That's because you don't." He said, looking at her.
"Then what am I?" She asked scathingly.
"You are of no relation to Harry Potter." He snapped.
She held her chin up, "You don't know me, don't judge me by my father, just remember that my mother was the same woman that gave birth to your saviour, your only chance of defeating the Dark Lord!" She snarled walking up closer.
"You have been living with him, willingly." Dumbledore retorted.
"Like I had a choice, what did you do? You advised them to throw me out onto the streets, I could've spent a year with my mother and then grown up with Harry at the Dursley's, who are my family too! Even as cruel as Harry's made them out to be, it still would've been a better life!" She snarled, her voice getting louder.
"Enough!" Harry yelled, "I want to know who your father is."
Izzie looked away. "You already know." She muttered quietly.
"Who? I want to know who?"
"I don't want to talk about it." She murmured and walked away, out of the office.
"Isabeau wait!" Harry called, chasing after her.
"Harry!" Dumbledore called.
He ignored the Headmaster and caught Izzie's arm. "I deserve to know what happened to my sister. I don't care if you don't want to tell me who you're father is. Is it really that bad?"
Izzie looked at him with an unreadable expression. "You, you called me your sister."
"Well you are." Harry said with a frown.
"Yes but, I thought you'd think like Dumbledore."
Harry shook his head, "No, I just found out I have a sister…why would I side with him?"
"Because he knows best…and he knows who my father is."
Harry looked at her for a moment. Then he shrugged, "Oh well. Do you play Quidditch?" He asked.
Izzie looked at him eyebrows raised. "No, never tried.
Harry grinned, "Come on then!"
"Where were you?" Hermione asked at dinner.
"Playing Quidditch." Harry answered.
"Is she really your sister then?" Ron asked quietly.
Harry shrugged, "Seems that way. We have the same mum."
Hermione frowned, "Who's her father?"
Harry shrugged again, "Dunno, she wouldn't say. But who cares, I mean, I have a sister! Family that's magical!" Harry was so happy he could have thrown off his shirt, jumped in the lake and danced with the giant squid…not really (thank God!) But he was really happy, so happy he fired hexes at Malfoy all through the next day, not caring how many detentions he got in!
Izzie was happy with her half brother. They could make a good team. So she decided to explain to him one of her favourite games.
"You mean, just do what you want?" Harry summarised with raised eyebrows.
"Yeah." Izzie said, glad he had caught on so quickly.
"But…do you know how much trouble we'd get in?" He asked.
She shrugged, "If you get a detention, just don't go. You and me little brother…we could take over this school."
Harry laughed, "I'm not sure about that."
She looked at him, "Of course we could. I could do it by myself if I really wanted."
Harry just stared at her in disbelief as she got up and walked over to the fire. He followed, as he was liable to do these days.
"What makes you say you're older?" Harry asked.
Izzie laughed, "Because V- …I just know." She said hastily, mentally hitting herself for slipping up.
Harry tilted his head and looked at her. "Whose your Dad?" He asked.
Izzie shrugged, "Come on, let's go make plans. And bring the twins. I like them, and their sister…actually, just bring all the Weasley's but you can't bring Hermione. I don't like her. She'd just stuff it all up."
Harry laughed, "Ok, so where are we meeting?"
"Room of Requirement."
Harry shrugged, "I'll go set up then." He eyed her quizzically, "You're serious about this aren't you."
Izzie turned to him, "Of course I'm serious. After all, rules are meant to be broken."