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Isabella walked with Rabastan to the quidditch field in near silence for several minutes. In her arms she cared two books she was going to use later to study. 'Perhaps I could manage to study for a few minutes when someone other than Rodolphus is trying out for the team,' she thought to herself. Her long, brown hair flew behind her as the two hurried to make it to the pitch on time. Her mind was racing with what could possibly be going through Rabastan's mind at the moment. 'Is he mad at me for talking to Remus,' she thought to herself as she briefly looked over at him, before returning to the hallways in front of her. She noticed how much older he was looking, but still he looked young. His own brown hair was much darker than hers and his eyes were a dark shade of brown, which seemed to get even darker as he aged. Her eyes shifted back to him and she realized how much he looked like Rodolphus, yet his face seemed to be slightly softer and kinder than his older brother's.

BAM

Isabella's books went flying to the ground and a soft "ah!" escaped her lips while she was in mid-air before she landed on her butt. She looked up to see who she had bumped into to, only to be greeted with a glare erupting from the boy's gray eyes, as he shook his midnight black hair out of his face.

"Watch where you are going Black," Isabella heard her brother growl at the boy.

Rabastan reached over to his sister, gently grabbed her pale, delicate hand, and pulled her up lightly with little force. He gave her a small, unsure smile. "Are you okay Ella?" he asked, concern dripping from each word.

Isabella gently nodded her head and brushed off the invisible dirt that rested on her uniform.

"Perhaps she should be watching where she is going," Sirius bravely replied back, as he continued to glare at the brother and sister in front of him. Isabella could recognize the great dislike in his voice and eyes as she tried her hardest to remain from letting tears form in her soft, magnificent, blue eyes. Rabastan moved to stand partly in front of her. 'Oh great, he's in the protecting mood again,' Isabella thought as she refrained from rolling her eyes at him.

"I'm sorry Sirius, I didn't mean—,"she started, before she was cut off.

"Don't apologize to him, Ella," her brother told her with a little more force than he intended. Then more softly he added, "you didn't do anything wrong. It is all if fault after all." He brought his hand up to his hair and brushed it out of his face, displaying his glaring eyes once again to Sirius Black.

"How is it my fault, Lestrange? She is just as much to blame as I am!" Sirius said getting angrier with each breath he took. "She's probably more to blame in fact," he continued.

Rabastan quickly pulled out his walnut wand, daring Sirius to say something further. Isabella swiftly grabbed her brother's arm. "Please don't start something Rab," she pleaded to him, feeling helpless to do anything else. "Please," she went on further, "let's just go watch Rod tryout." Her face displayed a bit of fear in her face, afraid of what might go on between the two boys that stood in front of her.

He turned to look at his sister, his anger slowly leaving him as he saw her face. "Ella," he began quietly.

"Oh how sweet. A special brother-sister twin moment," Sirius said in a mocking voice. "Well if you will just excuse me, I have more pressing things to do; I'll just let you get back to your own family drama."

Rabastan turned to glare at him, as Ella gave him a gentle tug, and Sirius did a mocking bow and then walked at a moderate pace past them. Ella watched his retreating back until he disappeared around another corner. She gave a sigh and then glanced towards her brother.

"Well," she slowly started, "shall we um, head towards the pitch?" Her hand still rested on her brother's arm as she began to lead him in the direction of the quidditch tryouts.

"Of course, my dear Ella-Bella," he said laughing, allowing her to think he was completely forgetting the events that unfolded only minutes before. He allowed her to be the leader for once, as he quickened his pace to keep up with her. Her thoughts continued to wonder about what he was thinking, but soon he answered her own thoughts.

"Ella, is everything okay? Rodolphus and I have been a little worried about you and these occurrences with those pathetic Gryffindors. If they keep bothering you like this, we can take care of them. We'll make sure they never come anywhere close to you again. I don't understand why they must keep bothering you, you certainly don't deserve—"

Finally Isabella cut him off. "No, Rab, everything is fine. Let's just let it all go. They don't bother me anymore than they bother any other Slytherin. Come on, we better hurry or we might miss the tryout," Isabella said, breaking out into a run, dragging her brother with her and hoping that the subject had been dropped.

Isabella wasn't sure. She wasn't sure why the Gryffindor boys had to continue to be mean to her. She wasn't sure why she had to be in Slytherin or born to a Slytherin family. She wasn't sure why she had to be hated by others who weren't in Slytherin with her. She wasn't sure why Slytherins and Gryffindors always had to argue and fight. She wasn't sure why everyone could not just get along. But most of all, she couldn't understand how she was suppose to unite to groups of people who clearly hated each other.

"That was a pretty awesome tryout!" Rabastan complemented his brother as the three of them headed up to the castle, surrounded by several other Slytherins.

"Thanks! I really hope I get beater, but it will be tough, there was some good competition this year. Hopefully that will mean Slytherin will win the Cup this year!" Isabella could hear the excitement her brother's voice and she gave him a smile, which he gratefully returned.

"You were wonderful out their Rod," Isabella exclaimed as they climbed the steps to the castle. "Oh! I just remembered, I need to go return this book to the library and get another really quick," Isabella told her brothers.

"Do you want someone to go with you?" Rabastan asked, using his hands to point towards himself, his brother, and several other Slytherins.

"No, that's okay. I'll be fine," Isabella said, but noticing the looks on her brothers' faces she added, "I promise, I'll be fine," before waving goodbye and heading down the corridors.

As she left, she heard her brother Rabastan tell Rodolphus, "the Gryffindor boys have been bothering her again. They cannot seem to leave her alone. I think we need to do…." She turned to corner and heard no more of their conversation.

'Oh great, now Rod knows all about the Gryffindor boys too, although I'm sure he probably noticed it before,' thought Isabella as she entered the library. She glanced around to see which tables were already occupied, before resting her eyes on a boy with sandy-brown hair. Remus. He looked up and smiled. She returned the smile and gave him small nod in acknowledgement.

At least she had one friend in Gryffindor. That was a start.

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"They just don't see the real you, Isabella. They can't. Not yet. But they will, just you wait."