NOTICE: I HAVE CHANGED THE SUMMARY. HARRY WILL NO LONGER BE A PART OF THE STORY. IT IS JUST IZZY (ISABELLA) NOW!
Full Summary: Bella is The-Girl-Who-Lived. The past is the same, only it was Bella who was there when Lily and James were killed. Bella goes to the Dursley's since she is now the chosen one. The only different between the Dursley's in this story and the books is that they are not only verbally abusive but also physically abusive. When Bella goes to Hogwarts she finds friends and a loving family. People start to find out about the abuse and demands that Bella not be allowed to go back to the Dursley's. What will Dumbledore's answer be?
I do not own anything originally from Harry Potter or Twilight.
Start: 6/29/10
B POV
There was another loud knock and Dudley sat up straight, awake. Uncle Vernon came stumbling down the stairs with a shot gun, Aunt Petunia right behind him.
"Who's there!" Uncle Vernon shouted over the banging. "I'm warning you- I'm armed!"
It got quiet for a few seconds then-
BAM!
The door was knocked off its hinges and hit the floor with a clatter and boom. In the door way stood a man, at least eight feet tall. His face was almost completely hidden by a long scraggly beard and mustache. I could just make out his eyes, black and glittering, underneath his crazy curly hair.
The man stepped through the doorway and stooped to pick up the door. He turned to look at Dudley.
"Mind makin' us a cup o' tea? Not been an easy journey…" Then he strode over to where Dudley sat. "Move over, would yeh?"
Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother who was, terrified, crouching behind Uncle Vernon.
"You must be Izzy!" the giant said with a wide grin, turning to me. I nodded mutely. Suddenly he bounded up and wrapped his arms around me in a death grip of a hug. I started screeching like a banshee, trying to get free.
"Let me go! Lemme go!" I started sobbing. "Don't touch me! Please, lemme go." I was terrified of what this giant of a man could do to me, considering what he did to the door.
The man dropped me in shock and I landed clumsily on my feet. Less like a cat and more like a dog trying to be a cat.
I backed into the wall, away from the man.
"Izzy?" The man's voice was quiet, tentative . I peeked out from behind my arms. He was looking like he wanted to walk up to me and hug me again, but thought better of it. I was still on guard. "Izzy, I'm no' gonna hurt yeh. I would never." He looked so sincere that I wanted to believe him. But in my position, it was practically impossible. But I was willing.
I lowered my arms slowly and stood up gracefully. My eyes, though the vision impaired, stayed on the giant man.
"S-sorry. Heh. Didn't mean to ov-overreact like that."
"S'okay. Lots o' people get scared cause o' me height. Did' mean ter scare yeh like tha'."
"Oh, it's okay. Not your fault at all, really." The conversation dropped off into an awkward silence. A silence which Uncle Vernon broke loudly.
"Excuse me, sir, but you are breaking and entering. I demand you leave at once!" Uncle Vernon's face had gone slightly purple and his eyes looked kind of bulgy. He looked absolutely ridiculous when he wasn't mad at you. I snorted.
The giant man walked up to him and took the gun, that I had just noticed, out of his and, twisted the barrel and threw it aside. Can anyone say, 'Hello body builder!' because bodybuilders are seriously strong, right? I mean, they can't just be steroid addicts, can they?
"I'd like ter see a great muggle like you make me, Dursley," the giant said calmly. Kind of sent shivers down my spine. He turned back to me and tromped back over… Is tromp even a word. Well, it must be if I'm using it to describe how he walks.
He handed me a letter. It looked exactly like the million and two letters that I had received in the mail… out of the fireplace and through the window, too. I took it from him and read the address. It said the same thing as the others. The only difference would be 'the floor of the little shack on the rocks' or something like that. I ripped it open wanting to know what it was. It had to be important, to be hand delivered after many failed attempts of indirect delivery.
The letter said as follows:
HOGWARTS SCHOOLof WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)Dear Miss Potter,We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July sincerely, Minerva McGonagallDeputy Headmistress
I stopped after this and looked up at the man. He was looking at me with not-so-well concealed excitement. He nodded in encouragement. I shook my head and continued reading.
HOWGARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
UniformFirst year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tagsSet BooksAll students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl, cat or toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Broomsticks? what am I supposed to do with a broomstick? Sweep the floor. God knows I already know how to.
I looked back up at the giant man- I really needed to find out his name- and quirked an eyebrow. "Excuse me, sir," I said in my normal quiet voice, "but who exactly are you?"
"Oh! Fergot ter interduce meself. I'm Rubeus Hagrid. Just call me Hagrid, though. Everyone does. I'm the gamekeeper and Keeper o' Keys at Hogwarts. 'Course, you know all 'bout tha' now, don' yeh."
I shook my head. "Uh, no, sir. I don't. The only thing this letter tells me is that it's a school for witchcraft and wizardry. Magic isn't real though. I can't be," I cleared my throat. This was the most I had talked in forever. "I can't be a witch, or a wizard, or whatever it is a girl is. I'm just Isabella. And, uh thank you. For calling me Izzy. I prefer that over my full name." Geez that was a long sentence.
"Well, Izzy, don't think yer a witch aye? Well, have yeh ever done anything' out o' the ordinary? Somethin' yeh couldn' explain?"
I looked over at Uncle Vernon and he shook his head frantically, meaning that I shouldn't tell the truth. I did the exact opposite.
"Yeah. This one time I turned my teacher's hair blue. It was kind of funny until I got home." I watched Uncle Vernon's face turn an even deeper shade of purple. More of a plum color than a purple now though.
"Exa'tly! That was accidental magic. Every witch an' wizard child does it at one poin' er another," Hagrid bent down to my level. "Yeh're a witch Izzy. And yeh get ter go ter Hogwarts. Where exactly do you think yer parents learnt it all?"
"Learned what, exactly?" It was an innocent enough question. After all, I didn't exactly know what all my parents learned at Hogwarts. I didn't even know they went to Hogwarts.
"You mean ter tell me," He pointed his umbrella at himself and sparks shot from it, causing his beard to smoke slightly. Hagrid didn't seem to notice. "You mean ter tell me, that yeh have no idea, whatsoever, about the wizarding world?" His voice was dangerously low, but I had a feeling he wasn't angry at me. I flinched anyway. Programmed reaction, what can I say.
"U-um, no?" I stuttered slightly. Hagrid stood up straight and turned to Uncle Vernon.
"Dursley!" he thundered. Hagrid stormed over to him and grabbed him by the front of his shirt.
"Unhand me immediately!" Uncle Vernon, always demanding stuff. Can't he ever ask nicely? Hagrid and he seemed to be having an almost silent conversation in which Uncle Vernon's face paled considerably then as Hagrid released the front of his shirt and turned to walk away, his face went back to the hilarious plum color.
"She will not be going to that freak school to be taught by a bunch of crack pot old fools! I forbid it! We swore, Petunia and I, to stamp that nonsense right out of her. As soon as she turned up on our doorstep after that loon blew up her parents! We swore it!" Hagrid looked to be increasingly angrier. His lip was lifted in an almost snarl and his eyes were flashing dangerously. I interrupted him before he could retaliate the insults.
"Blown up?" My voice was just above a whisper and seemed to be gaining volume. "Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash! You lied to me! How could-"
"Of course we lied to you, you miserable little whelp!" Aunt Petunia cut across my rant. "Ha! You actually thought we would really tell you the truth about anything. Especially aboutSaint Lily and her stupid little husband. They got blown up by some dark wizard or whatever. Good riddance, if you ask me." Aunt Petunia stuck her nose up and walked back up the stairs, followed by Dudley. Uncle Vernon was about to follow when Hagrid pointed his umbrella at him and threatened him.
"Don't ever insult those teachers in front of' me again. Got it?" Uncle Vernon nodded frantically. You could see the fear in his eyes. Now he knew how I felt. He shot a glare at me then walked back up stairs with the other two.
Hagrid still had a scowl on his face as he walked over to the empty fire grate and started a fire with his umbrella. He started taking all kinds of food out of his pockets and then he jumped.
"Ah, Izzy. This is fer you. Bit smooshed but should still be eatable." He handed it to me without looking up. I grabbed it and almost cried. My very first birthday cake. It had sticky looking icing and the words 'Happy birthday Izzy!' written across the top in curly letters.
"Thank you, so much Hagrid. This means a lot to me." I whispered my eyes a little wet. Hagrid just gave an uncomfortable grunt sound. Guess he didn't like being around crying girls.
I sat down beside him and he finally looked up, handing me a plate with food on it. Sausages, eggs, thing like that. His hand froze in mid-air with the plate still in it.
"Izzy…" He trailed off, eyes fixed on my face. I reached up to wipe whatever it was that he was looking at away and flinched as I put too much pressure on my face. He noticed the bruised and welts from the belt. He continued what he was going to say before. "What happened ter yer face?"
"Um, um," I cleared my throat. "Nothing?" It came out as a question.
"Tha's a lie an' we both know it, Izzy." He was trying to be stern but I could hear the tears in his voice. SO much for the type of guy to avoid criers.
"I c-can't tell you." I said looking down to avoid that tear-filled gaze.
"Yeh can, Izzy. Please. I wanna help."
"I- I'll tell you. B-but you can't tell anyone else. Unless I say you can. Please don't tell anyone else." I looked at him with tears in my eyes too and couldn't help but let one fall at the look on his face.
"Okay. I won' tell." He said solemnly.
"Okay. Ahem. Well, my- my uncle. He, uh, he gets mad. And he likes to take it out on me." I looked down. Not wanting to see that anger that I knew he would feel. Whether it was at me or my uncle, I didn't want to see it.
"He hit you? How offen? With what? When did I' start? Did he ever-" He broke off, but I think I knew what he was asking. I answered all of his questions anyway.
"Yeah. Almost everyday. Sometimes he hits me with his bare hands, other times with the cane or belt. It's been happening for as long as I can remember. And, uh, no. He's never donethat to me. He wouldn't ever touch me like that. He says I'm too disgusting for that." I was still looking down so I glanced up, wanting to see what he looked like. His face was set in an angry mask, but when he saw me looking at him, his face softened and he reached up to touch my face. I didn't flinch- miraculously- and let him brush his humungous thumb against the bruise I knew I had on my cheek.
I couldn't hold it in. One sob and I was done for. Hagrid pulled me to him and held me. Almost like a father would hold his daughter after something horrible happened. I felt something for a moment and I tightened my hold on Hagrid's arm. After a moment, I realized how ridiculous I must look and pushed away. I sniffled.
"Uh, sorry about that. Didn't mean to cry all over you like that." I looked up at Hagrid and noticed he had been crying with me.
"I's okay." He reached out and smoothed my hair back and I smiled slightly. He cleared his throat then. "Well I tell yeh wha'. We sleep 'ere tonight an' in the mornin we leave for Diagon Alley with anything you wanna keep and never come back 'ere. Yeh'll ne'er hafta see the Dursley's ever again." This made me smile hugely and throw my arms around him. He chuckled lightly and hugged me back.
"Thank you so much." I whispered. Hagrid didn't answer. I looked back up at him and he was smiling at me too. He took off his huge jacket and handed to me. It was extremely warm.
"You kip under this. I'll see yeh in the morning then." I nodded and grinned again, wrapping the coat around me. I stood up and lay back down on the dusty floor. It was much more comfortable with the extra cushion of the coat. Hagrid lay back on the couch and I whispered a goodnight to him. He said the same to me. I closed my eyes and was out like a light.
*~*THE NEXT MORNING*~*
When I woke up I heard loud talking and I was incredibly warm. And comfortable. I was catching snatches of whatever it was the voices were saying.
"I'll let yeh live this once, Dursley. I ever hear o' you treatin' anyone else like that, yeh won' know what color yer hair is. Got it?" I knew that voice. It was Hagrid, and he seemed to be threatening Uncle Vernon.
"Yes. Yes! Yes!" Uncle Vernon's voice sounded squeaky and terrified so I could only guess Hagrid had him hoisted up into the air by the front of his shirt. I opened my eyes and saw that my assumption was correct.
"Hagrid, what are you doing to my Uncle?" I asked quietly so as not to startle him. It worked a little because he jumped, but didn't drop Uncle Vernon.
"Makin' sure he don' treat no one else like 'e treated you." He shook Uncle Vernon a little and Uncle Vernon gasped.
"Well, that's awfully nice of you, but I thought we were going to that one place today?" I couldn't remember what it was called.
"Diagon Alley. Yeah. We are going. Righ' after yeh eat some breakfast." Hagrid let Uncle Vernon down roughly and walked back over to the fire place where the fire from last night was still blazing, keeping the shack warm. Hagrid made breakfast while I sat on the couch, huddled beneath his coat, not willing to let it go. Hagrid was wearing a grey long-sleeved thermal looking t-shirt. It seemed the only really hair part of his body that was visible was his face because it didn't look like he had any hair on his forearms or hands. Weird.
Hagrid turned to me after he had loaded a plate full of the delicious food that he had made and handed me. I watched as his face darkened as he looked at something over my shoulder. I turned to see what was making him loose his cool again.
Dudley was pigging out on my cake. And I hadn't even had a piece yet! Stupid git. I picked up the first thing my hand came in contact with- other than my plate of food- and threw it at him. It just so happened to be my trainer.
"Hey! Stop eating my cake you great git!" I was now standing facing Dudley, my plate was sitting on the cushion that was previously occupied by my backside. I could see Uncle Vernon coming at me from the side but I was too preoccupied with Dudley who was now facing me rubbing the back of his head to care. Hagrid intercepted halfway to me and held my uncle at umbrella point. He waited for a few seconds and then whipped the umbrella in Dudley's direction. Sparks flew out the tip and Dudley started hopping up and down, clutching at his large bottom and rubbing at his head frantically. Dudley now had a little piggy tail and pokey little piggy ears. Not much to change if he's already as big as a pig and makes noises like one occasionally. I snorted a little and turned back to my food.
I plopped carefully down on the couch and proceeded to eat as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia yelled at Hagrid to change their son back. Hagrid just turned and made his food. By the time Hagrid's food was done, the Dursley's had gone upstairs and you could hear Dudley's wailing from all the way where I was sitting. That's pretty dang loud.
Hagrid sat on the floor near my feet and ate his food. I finished just before him. "That was really good, Hagrid. Thanks." I said with a bright smile. I got up, grabbed the small knapsack beside the fireplace that contained my belongings and went to the bathroom that was off the kitchen. It was small and smelled funny but there was a sink and a mirror. I put on a fresh set of clothes- my good clothes so I didn't look like a hobo- and brushed my teeth. I brushed my hair and left it how it was because it was impossible to tame it.
I walked back out to see Hagrid with his coat on and boots back on. "Ready?" He asked. I simply nodded.
"Bye!" I yelled skyward and let a laugh escape. Good riddance. And man was I glad to be away from them for the rest of my life.
*~*Time Skip*~* (due to the fact that I'm too lazy to write the Diagon Alley scene. I'm sure you remember what it is though, if you've read the books or watched the movies.
"Well, Izzy, are yeh ready ter leave?" I looked around in awe one last time and then down at my wand. Holly and Phoenix feather. Eleven inches and absolutely beautiful. I loved it. Hagrid had also let me buy myself a whole new muggle wardrobe along with my robes. Hagrid had also explained that a muggle was a person with absolutely no magical heritage.
"Yeah." I was reluctant to live but I really wanted to see Hogwarts. Hagrid said he lived on the grounds. We walked back out through the Leaky Cauldron and out to the street. Hagrid looked around, making sure no one was coming and told me, "Hold out your wand hand." I held out my right hand and about fell over. A huge blue triple-decker bus came out of no where and the doors open. The bus guy grabbed my stuff and loaded it onto the bus.
"Good day. My name is Stan Shunpike. Hello Hagrid. And what's you're name then?" He said all this in one breath. I was still pretty stunned from the whole popping up out of no where thing so I just kind of stared at Stan. Hagrid saved me though.
"This is Izzy, Stan. Don' mind her though. She's never rid on the Knight Bus afore. Kinda shocked at how it turned up, my guess." I nodded.
"Uh huh." They both laughed at my most eloquent answer. Note the sarcasm. Hagrid and I walked to the back of the first level, away from everyone else and sat down. Everyone seemed to be staring at me. Well, everyone but Stan and Hagrid, it seemed.
The bus sped off and I sat there, just trying to stay in my seat and not bash my head against the window. Hagrid laughed at me the whole time and I eventually resorted to pouting to shut him up. It didn't work for long though, because as I crossed my arms across the chest, the bus took a sharp turned and I face planted into the window. Thus, restarted the laughing.
Eventually, Stan shouted, "Hogsmeade!" And Hagrid stood up. I followed suit and we made our way to the front with a few other people. Hagrid grabbed all of my stuff for me and we exited the bus. It sped off after we got off and Hagrid led the way down the road.
When we came to the gates of a huge castle, my mouth gaped. Hagrid opened the gate and we walked inside. He led me to a small hut off to the side, near the forest edge. He took my stuff inside and put it next to a bed and I was almost tackled by a monstrous dog.
"Down Fang!" Hagrid shouted. The dog sat and I patted in on it's head. He was a bit of a cutey. Hagrid then turned to me and beckoned me to follow him again. He led me into the castle and I stared around in awe, yet again. The place was huge. I didn't have much time to drool because Hagrid was walking off again. He led me to a big cafeteria looking place. He called it, "The Great Hall".
He walked up to the table at the back with at least twelve people at it. I trailed after him.
"Professors, this is Izzy." Hagrid introduced me and I looked up briefly from playing with my fingers to wave slightly and say, "Hi. Nice to meet you." I could tell by the look in their eyes they were shocked to see the shape my face was in.
"Well, Professor Dumbledore, Madame Pomfrey and Professor Snape. May I speak with yeh out in the corridor with Miss Potter, please?" Three people nodded. Might as well describe them. One was a man and he was old. Like, he looked at least one hundred and fifty years old. He was long white hair and had twinkly blue eyes. He had a oober long beard too. It looked so long like you could actually tuck it into the belt on his bright green robes. Another was an elderly woman. She didn't look too old and she looked motherly. She had what looked like a nurses outfit on and soft brown eyes. The third person, a younger looking guy looked mean. He had black, shoulder length greasy hair and a long, sallow face. He had black eyes and looked like he had a permanently severe expression.
They stood up from their seats and walked with Hagrid and me out into the hall. When we were out there, Hagrid turned to me and tried to coax my chin up with his hand. I wasn't doing anything. He promised. Promised that he wouldn't tell anyone unless I said he could. And I didn't say anything. I moved my chin away from his hand.
"C'mon, Izzy. We have to show the Professors an' the healer. Do yeh want 'em ter scar?"
"No."
"Then yeh hafta let Madame Pomfrey see yer face and tell the Professors wha' happned so yeh don' have ter go back there."
"But I don't want anyone to know." I whispered so only Hagrid hear. The three people were behind Hagrid, waiting patiently. The two older people had kind expressions while the younger one had a scowl on his face and his eyes seemed to be glaring at me.
Hagrid got down on his knees so his head was even with mine.
"Please, Izzy? I just wanna help yeh." I looked into Hagrid's eyes through the fringe of my bangs. He was sincerely concerned for me. I nodded and he got up and straitened back to his full height. I looked up at al three adults, starting with the oldest and ending with the youngest. They all had a surprised expression on their face except the dark haired young one. His face was still set in the scowl but I could see in his eyes, he was just as surprised as the other two. He searched my face and recognition grew in his eyes and then I could see understanding. His face softened and his mouth relaxed into a concerned frown.
"My dear girl," The oldest man said, "How on earth did you get those marks?" I attempted to answer.
"Uh, m-my unc-ucle, he uh. He uh." I cleared my throat. I turned to Hagrid with desperate eyes. "Hagrid?"
"He hits 'er. With his hands, a belt and a cane. Says she can't remember when it started." The old one's eyes turned sad and he sighed.
"Oh, Isabella. I had no idea. If I did, you wouldn't have been placed there in the first place." The dark one followed with his own statement.
"Let's not forget how you never checked on her, either." The old one just nodded with disappointment in his features. I didn't like how that looked on his face.
"Uh, sir? Professor…"
"Dumbledore."
"Professor Dumbledore. It's uh, not your fault. You weren't expected to watch my every move and make sure I was some spoiled rotten happy kid. Personally, I'd prefer not to be spoiled, although I wish they had went about it in a different way, but we can't have everything we wish for. Which leads me back to, it's not your fault, or anyone else's for that matter. Only the Dursley's. They're the ones that hit me. Not you." My voice didn't raise much above a whisper during my whole speech. Everyone was in shocked silence. Except for Hagrid. He was smiling. Professor Dumbledore eventually smiled sadly.
"Al the same, I shouldn't have placed you there. Now come along. We should go to the hospital wing and get your injuries looked at." Everyone nodded and followed behind him.
So now I could only assume that the dark man was Professor Snape and the motherly woman was Madame Pomfrey.
When we got to the hospital wing, I just about fell over. It was huge!
Finished:8/25/10
Hey People! In case you didn't read the top, I changed the summary a bit. WEll, hope you liked the chapter. I'm gonna start something new and it will be called QUESTION OF THE DAY! Well, here it is.
QUESTION OF THE DAY!:
Who's your favorite Harry Potter character? Why?