Chapter Five: Presents and Kisses.
Voldemort…
He paced the halls of the Ruins. He was beginning to get nervous. Was Isabeau really working for him? All he knew was every few days he would get a basket full of sweets and flowers and a card saying 'Hope you like them daddy!' it was more then he could bear! Today though he didn't get a basket, he got the real thing.
"Hello Daddy."
Voldemort jumped and spun around. "Isabeau?"
She smiled, "Who else would it be? You don't have any other daughters do you?" She asked, feigning shock.
"Of course not you silly girl!" Voldemort snapped, or so he hoped. "What have you been doing? Where have you been?"
She giggled, "Honestly Daddy, if you don't know that then you're losing your touch. I'm sure you've had a few people spying on me at all times." She said conversationally, picking up a dusty book and throwing it back down again. "I was wondering, since I am your only daughter, and you love me so much…and my birthday is in three days. Can I have a motorbike?" She asked.
"What? Don't be ridiculous I'm not getting you a motorbike."
Isabeau's face fell, "But Daddy, it's my seventeenth birthday! I should get something good!"
"No! Why do you want some stupid Muggle thing anyway?" Voldemort spat the word Muggle like a bad taste.
"No not a Muggle one, a flying one. And I want a pet, and to pant my room emerald green, and a gold bracelet – made by goblins…and I think that's it. I'll tell you if I want anything else!" She said sweetly.
Voldemort stared at her in disbelief; I'm not even that picky! He thought in shock.
Isabeau stared up at him with big eyes, "Please." She said.
Voldemort frowned, this kid never said please. He sighed, "Alright, everything but the motorbike."
Isabeau frowned, "But I want the motorbike!" She said stubbornly.
"No!"
"Yes, I want a flying motorbike and I want it green."
"No!"
"I WANT A FLYING MOTORBIKE!" She yelled, she picked up another book and threw it across the room; it smashed into very valuable glass jars.
"Wait stop! Ok I'll get you the damn motorbike!" Voldemort said quickly, "Just don't break anything else!"
Isabeau adopted her annoyingly sweet smile again, "Thank you Daddy! Oh and I want a panther for a pet." She added and bounced out of the room.
Voldemort slumped into a nearby chair. "Great, a panther and flying motorbike and a gold bracelet made by goblins! Just great!"
Voldemort sent out four Death Eaters to go and get Isabeau's requests. Then he began pacing around.
"You know you should get a stress ball. It might help." Isabeau said wisely from a door.
Voldemort sighed, "What do you want now?"
"A sword."
"What?"
"A sword, I want a sword. I saw that new guy with one – he's kinda cute too, good pick – anyway, he let me try it, so can I have one?"
"No."
Isabeau's face fell again and her eyes began to water. Voldemort however, did not change his mind. He was not going to give the child a weapon. Realizing that the tears were not working Isabeau regained her stubborn face,
"I want a sword."
"No!" And he let the room.
Isabeau followed him all day, tripping him over, talking over him in meetings, yelling at him to give her a sword, crying, torturing Death Eaters, throwing things, ruining all the rooms, blowing up the meeting room just as everyone was leaving and just when Voldemort thought she couldn't get any worse the Ruin's began to shake.
"What are you doing?" Voldemort yelled.
"I WANT A SWORD!" She screamed.
Voldemort finally gave in and Isabeau left with a smile on her face. As she was leaving she pointed to the knew Death Eater Voldemort had managed to recruit – he was a dark haired, blue eyed, kid who had lived on the streets of the Muggle world and didn't know good from bad –
"Can he be my guard?" She asked quietly with her sweet voice.
"What?" Voldemort asked incredulously – he highly doubted that this child needed a guard; actually, he probably needed a guard more than her!
"That boy, I want him to be my guard…or something like that." She said.
"Why?" Voldemort snapped.
Isabeau turned to him, eyes hard, "Because I want it!" She yelled.
"Why?" Voldemort yelled.
"'Cause he's cute!" She giggled.
Voldemort rolled his eyes, "Why, why is this happening to me?" He muttered. "Fine!"
Isabeau left with the boy trailing behind her, rather confused as to what was happening, but at least Voldemort had gotten rid of his daughter for a day. Maybe now he would be able to kill something!
Isabeau…
Izzie grinned as Aidan followed her. She did like the look of him, and he was a smart ass. She didn't mind that either.
"So Aidan, what did my father say to get you into his clutches?" She asked.
Aidan shrugged, "Told me I'd get a bed, food, and a lot of coins. Good enough for me. I guess you're just a bonus." He added, grinning at her.
Izzie broke into a fit of giggles, unable to believe he had just said that to her. She had looked into the boy's past and found out that he was a thief, living on the streets his whole life…just like her.
"You better not let my father hear you say that…or my brother for that matter."
Aidan cocked his head, "You have a brother?"
"Yeah, we have the same Mum. So no, he's not Voldemort's."
"Oh, ok." He said.
Izzie looked back at him; at least he didn't flinch at Voldemort's name like everyone else did.
"Where have you been?" Harry snapped when they walked into the Great Hall. "And whose he?"
Izzie shrugged, giggling at Aidan's face as he looked at the massive room, "It's bigger than the Ruin's!" He exclaimed loudly.
Izzie burst out laughing. "Yeah!" And then she hit him over the head, "And don't talk about that, remember!" She hissed.
"Oh, right…I forgot for a moment."
"Obviously." Izzie rolled her eyes, "His name is Aidan. He's…an acquaintance, of my father's."
She looked up as Snape started choking on his food. Aidan looked up and frowned,
"What's he doing here?" He asked, still too loud.
Izzie rolled her eyes and hit him over the head again, "Do you listen to anything I say? Don't say another word about anything to do with…him!" She growled.
Aidan faltered for a moment before he shrugged, "Whatever."
Harry was standing with his arms crossed, looking very peeved. Izzie grinned,
"Don't worry Harry, you're still my favourite!" She laughed, hugging him.
Harry smiled smugly, "Better be."
Izzie laughed, "I think I'm rubbing off on you."
Harry shrugged grinning again, showing his canine teeth. Aidan stared at them in surprise.
"Man, things just keep getting weirder and weirder around you people." He muttered.
"Just remember you're one of us people now." Izzie said, then she turned to Harry, "So what are you getting me for my birthday?" She asked.
Aidan frowned, "What's with the change of attitude…don't you usually demand everything?"
Izzie frowned, "So?"
"Well, its just I heard you were the biggest bitch and you're never nice to anyone…at least, that's what that blonde guy said." Aidan explained with a shrug.
Izzie couldn't help it, everyone else gasped and thought she was going to do something to the boy, but instead she burst out laughing again. She bit her lip and tried to stop laughing.
"Yeah, you'll get that with her…I'm just special." Harry told Aidan.
"So I guess you're Harry then?" Aidan asked.
Harry nodded. Aidan held out his hand,
"Aidan."
They shook hands and then turned back to Izzie who was watching them in amusement. She looked at Harry and shook her head.
"If you knew…" She murmured, then she sat down and started to eat, ignoring all the stares all aimed in her direction.
Aidan frowned, "Is she-?"
"Yes." Harry cut him off.
Aidan nodded, "Right…so, she said I had to ask you if I wanted in on this…club, you've got."
Harry grinned. "Got a name?"
Aidan frowned, "I already told you, Aidan."
Harry laughed, "No, got a nickname? And a Animagus?"
"Uh…yeah." He said slowly, "I was the Night Crawler. And…that ani-whatsit thing is an animal right? Well mines a wolf."
"No kidding?" Harry exclaimed, "Me too!"
Aidan raised his eyebrow's, "Awesome, what kind?"
"Grey wolf, but I'm all black."
"I'm grey wolf too! I'm actually grey though."
Harry laughed, "That's really weird."
"You got that right." Aidan agreed.
Harry grinned, "Right, well…you need a smaller name then 'Night Crawler' and just so you know…no telling anyone about anything that goes on in the Rebel Whispers."
Aidan hesitated, glanced at Izzie and then nodded, "Ok. I'm in."
"Hang on…I can't decide on my own. Need a majority vote."
"Can you prank?" The twins asked.
Aidan nodded, "Hell yeah!"
The twins grinned and then shrugged, "He's got…" Fred started.
"Our vote." George finished.
Aidan shook his head in bewilderment. Izzie laughed.
"You get used to it." Ginny told him.
"Well that's three." Harry said.
"Four idiot." Izzie rolled her eyes, "I mean, I was the one who brought him along."
Ron sighed, "Yep, I'm out voted anyway."
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Don't mind him, he's been in a bad mood all day. He's just sore I beat him."
Ron rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. Harry sniggered. Izzie grinned, knowing Ginny was talking about the Animagus forms. Ron was the last to finish. Izzie and Harry had already had theirs, the twins finished at the same time, first and then Ginny the other day…and Ron just after that, but he had wanted to beat her.
Aidan took a seat, "So, can we just eat anything?" He asked.
Izzie grinned, "Yeah! It's way better than home!"
Aidan grinned, "You got that right."
Izzie saw Harry frown though and she tried to look casual. She knew her brother was annoyed that this new stranger appeared to know her father yet he didn't. But he trusted her, and Izzie knew he wouldn't question her. Though she didn't like lying to him…Harry always seemed to find a way to make her feel guilty about things she shouldn't do. It was really annoying actually, because no one else could.
Izzie decided to distract herself, "Hey Ron, when are you going to ask Hermione out?" She asked.
Ron choked on the chicken he was eating and Hermione dropped her glass of juice. The twins cracked up laughing, Ginny giggled – thumping Ron on the back and Harry stood there smirking.
"I guess that's a 'I'm not sure?'" Izzie asked.
Ron glared at her. "Why don't you go make out with your new boyfriend?" He snapped.
Izzie grinned and shrugged, "If you insist." And she slid over to Aidan and to everyone's shock (including Aidan's) kissed him.
When she finally let go of Aidan Izzie said, "Hmm, hot, smart, asshole and a good kisser. I am good at picking." And she jumped up and stood well away from Harry.
Harry stood glaring daggers at both Ron and Aidan.
"Hey, she kissed me!" Aidan defended.
Harry glared at him still. "Don't let it happen again!" He snapped, his voice low and dangerous, then he turned to Ron, "She would've done that if you hadn't said that!"
"How was I supposed to know she'd do it?" Ron yelped.
Harry glared at him. "Because she likes to make a scene!" He yelled.
Ron jumped, "Sorry!"
"You better be!" Harry snapped.
Ginny sighed, "Harry, shut up, overprotective brothers are overrated…don't make Izzie's life a living hell."
Izzie nodded her agreement, "Yeah, I can kiss who I like!" She said, she went to step towards Aidan but Harry grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the hall. "Or not." She sighed.