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 difference 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: 11/16/10
**Time Skip to Izzy's First Class**
IPOV
No body had talked to me all day except the teachers and I was already in my first class of the day. My schedule is as follows:
1st- Transfiguration with Gryffindor
2nd- Herbology with Gryffindor
3rd- Charms with Gryffindor
4th- Potions with Gryffindor
Free (Normally used for meal)
5th- Flying with Gryffindor
6th- History of Magic with Gryffindor
7th- Defense Against The Dark Arts with Gryffindor
8th- Astronomy with Gryffindor
I didn't know what half of these classes entailed but I was looking forward to flying. Swooping around on a broom. Creating figure eights and swirls in the air. I could imagine it and I was so excited.
I looked up when McGonagall cleared her throat to get out attention.
"Good morning, class."
"Good morning Professor McGonagall," the class chorused. McGonagall nodded in approval.
"Today, we will be changing twigs into matches. Each table has a pile of twigs-" I spotted my sticks "-I will teach you the incantation. When you are ready to begin, you may." She instructed.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Okay, the incantation is, ramus par. Put your wands down and say it aloud."
I followed her directions and put my wand on the desk. I stared at the twig, trying to pronounce the words right and said, "Ramus par," firmly. When I felt I was ready I picked my wand back up and pointed it at the stick. I repeated the incantation.
Before my eyes, the twig morphed. The wood became more refined and on the tip grew a little red ball. The stick was now a match. I did it!
I smiled down at my work, proud of myself for doing it right. And on the first try, too!
The professor noticed my satisfied and proud smile and came to look at what I was so happy about. She leaned down and said quietly, as if knowing that I didn't want any attention, and said quietly, "Job well done, Miss Potter." Then, she walked away to attend to the other students.
For the rest of the class period I changed my twigs into matches, perfecting the task. When McGonagall released us my desk was covered in matches and everyone was staring at the mess in awe. I smiled proudly again.
The classes were on a sort of blocking schedule so I was to attend my third period class next. I had fifteen minutes to get there so I walked at a moderate pace. I didn't want to be late on my first day but I didn't want to be embarrassingly early, either.
I stepped into the class room five minutes early and took a seat. My seat was next to a bushy-haired Gryffindor that seemed nice, if not a little bit like a know-it-all.
"Hi." I said timidly, hoping she didn't have the same prejudices as the other Gryffindors I had tried to greet today.
She turned to me with guarded eyes and raised her hand slowly. She waved slightly.
"Hi." She was almost quieter than me.
"I'm Isabella Potter. Call me Izzy." I said with a small smile.
"I'm Hermione Granger. Call me Hermione." Hermione's smile was much brighter than mine, and I was happy that she didn't treat me like everyone else. Like I was some miracle child to be beheld. I knew I was famous, but people didn't have to stare and whisper. And I knew that Slytherins were supposed to be this evil group of witches and wizards, but the only people to get on my nerves so far were Draco Malfoy- with all his I'm so pureblood I have magic shooting out my bum talk- and Pansy Parkinson-with all her I'm just as pureblood as Malfoy, and he's my boyfriend jibber-jabber. It was annoying, really.
The intro for Charms was almost exactly the same as it was in Transfiguration. The only difference being: the teachers name. Professor Flitwick. The teachers here had the strangest names.
Professor Flitwick taught us a wrist movement, used in most charms. The swish and flick.
Hermione and I practiced it the whole class period, correcting each other when we messed up at something. Too much swish, not enough flick. Too much flick, not enough swish-that kind of thing.
We walked out of the class together and down to the great hall. We chatted the whole time. I had finally found a friend, even if she was a Gryffindor.
I sat with Hermione at the Gryffindor table, by accident, and got a lot of disgusted looks.
"Hey, Snake! Go back to your side of the room!" It was a red head at the other end of the table. A first year, like me. Ron Weasley, if I remembered correctly.
I got defensive quickly. "Why don't you make me, Weasley?" I shouted back at him. Hermione was whispering frantically in my ear, telling me not to start anything. She didn't want me to get into trouble or get points taken from Slytherin house for starting a fight. She was going to be a great friend.
Weasley stood up and looked like he was going to march right down here, to me, and move me bodily to the Slytherin table. The Great Hall got quiet, waiting for some drama. Not even the teachers stopped him.
I watched calmly while he stepped away from the bench and walked determinedly down the table in my direction. He was two seats away from me when two other red heads-I could only assume they were Weasley's brothers-stood up and stepped out of the bench seat. They stood next to each other with their arms crossed, resembling very much a set of muggle body guards.
"Go sit down, Ron-"
"Before we owl Mom."
With that said, Ron scowled furiously at them. "But she's a Slytherin! A slimy, disgusting snake!"
"At least she had the guts-"
"To sit here-"
"With her friend."
"Who is a fellow-"
"Gryffindor."
Weasley tried to interrupt them with a futile "But-". They cut right across him.
"As far as bravery goes-" The one on the left said.
"She's in." The other finished.
I was smiling by the end. I was going to like it here.
Weasley stomped back to his seat and ate sulkily. His brothers moved down and sat in front of Hermione and me. I noticed finally that they were twins. The only difference being that the one seated on the right had green hazel eyes, while the one seated on the left had blue hazel eyes.
"Hi. I'm George-" The one on the right.
"And I'm Fred. " The one on the left.
"It's nice to meet you." Both at the same time.
"I'm Hermione Granger. Pleasure to meet you, too." Hermione reached out for a hand to shake.
"I'm Isabella Potter. Call me Izzy. Also a pleasure to meet you." I smiled warmly and reached my hand out, too.
"Nice to finally meet you Izzy." They said at the same time.
**Time Skip to History of Magic**
I was bored out of my bloody mind and couldn't wait to be dismissed. I leaned on the table I was sitting at, taking notes on the class rules and also anything that was written on the board. I didn't want to break a rule that I didn't know was there. But so far, it was just normal classroom rules.
Stay in your seat unless given permission otherwise. Raise your hand before speaking. Keep your mouth shut while others were speaking. Yadda yadda yah. The class was taught by a ghost. We were to call him Professor Binns.
The class took forever to end but when it finally did I was out of there like a bat out of hell. I had astronomy and I couldn't wait.
I walked with Hermione again and chattered about how cool astronomy sounded. I thought it was going to be interesting and she agreed with me.
Professor Sinistra taught the class and it was located at the tallest tower in Hogwarts. I couldn't wait to start learning all the names of the stars and constellations.
This was to be my last class of the day and I was nothing short of disappointed. I wanted this day to last forever. But then I remembered that tomorrow I would be going to completely different classes. I would be learning completely new things. And then I was excited all over again.
The first star I learned-ever-was Polaris. It was located at the tip of the Big Dipper and could be seen from the western hemisphere of the earth.
Most of the class was falling asleep standing up but I was wide-eyed with excitement. I knew this would be one of my favorite classes. By far.
When we were dismissed an hour and a half later, Hermione and I couldn't stop squealing about how exciting this year would be.
"What do you think the classes tomorrow will be like?" She asked at one point. I simply shrugged.
I don't know. But if any of them are as boring as History of Magic, I might cry." And I was completely serious in this statement. If any of them were that boring, I would start sobbing uncontrollably. No joke. True story.
Hermione nodded along with me.
The long walk back down to the first floor, I was completely ecstatic. I found I friend that I could be me with. I didn't have to hold back in the intelligence department like I did at the Dursleys. I could be as smart as I wanted.
When we got to the Great Hall, I sat at the Gryffindor table like I did at lunch. The only people staring at me still, were some of the teachers, the Slytherins and Weasley and his group of friends.
Weasley looked murderous. Like he wanted to march down, like he did at lunch, and beat me to a pulp. To be honest, I was slightly afraid of him. I didn't know what he would or could do to me. I didn't exactly want to find out either.
Weasleys friends just looked puzzled. I could see the gears grinding in their head. 'What is she doing here?' 'Why isn't she with the Slytherins?'
The rest of the Gryffindors barely spared me a glance. Even the upper years, who I had heard had the worst prejudice against us.
George and Fred sat down in front of us again and we talked jovially. George told a joke that I found particularly funny and I ended up laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. Hermione was in the same state.
"Did the same thing-" George started.
"When we first heard it." Fred finished.
I was glad it was a muggle joke. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have understood it.
The four of us talked and laughed for the rest of dinner and when it was time to head off to bed I smiled at my three new friends and walked off to get in with the Slytherins.
Before I could make it up the stairs to the girls dormitory I was stopped by a boy with bleached blonde hair.
"Who do you think you are-sitting with those filthy Gryffindors?" He spat at me.
"I- uh, uh, um." I cleared my throat nervously. I was scared of this boy and he was no older than me. He interrupted me.
"Potter, aren't you? Huh. Don't see why you didn't end up in Gryffindor like your filthy mudblood friend, but maybe you should request a resorting. Because anyone who wants to be friends with any of those disgusting Gryffindorks is unwelcome here and-" He was cut off as one of the older students walked up behind him and put a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Shut up, Malfoy. She can be friends with whomever she wishes. If Isabella wants to be friends with a muggle born and those Weasleys than she can. You don't dictate anything she does. Understood?" The older boy growled. He shoved Malfoy away from him and to the side.
"My Father will-" He started.
"I don't give a damn what your father will do. Now run along before you get yourself into trouble." The older boy was condescending and if it were me being talked to like that I probably would have kicked him in the shin, but Malfoy didn't seem to act his age. He had the air of an aristocrat. So instead, he just glared and walked away. He sent one more piercing scowl my way before he walked back to his friends.
I was startled out of my thoughts as a large hand fell on my shoulder. I jumped nearly two feet in the air and toppled over when I landed. The boy who defended me kept me from falling on my face and chuckled lightly at me.
"S-sorry. Didn't mean to-"
"Shhh. It's alright," He cut me off. "I didn't mean to scare you." This boy was so nice. I didn't even know who he was and he had already saved me from Malfoy's anger and from face planting into the floor.
"Uh, thanks. For getting Malfoy to leave me alone. I really appreciate it. And the whole falling thing," I mumbled shyly.
"Not a problem. Anyway, I'm Joey Dillon. I'm a third year. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand and I shook it. And then I realized we were standing in the way of the girls stair case still and moved over to the side.
"You already know my name, but call me Izzy. Please." I said with a small smile on my face. Today I had smiled more than any day in my entire life. It felt great.
"Well, Izzy, would you like to meet my friends? They're right over there." He pointed to the far corner of the common room, which just so happened to be the farthest away from that git Malfoy.
I nodded jerkily. "Sure." Joey led me over to them, his hand still on my shoulder and they introduced themselves one by one.
There was an Asian boy with dark blue eyes and an Irish accent. His name was Gino Rai. He was all smiles and instead of shaking my hand he pulled me into a hug at which I stiffened up. I relaxed almost immediately, though, realizing he wasn't going to hit me or anything.
Next was a girl that had beautiful yellowish blonde hair and hazel-green eyes. She was light complected-like most people here- and smiled brightly at me. Her name was Amelia Carter, but insisted I call her Amy. She hugged me gently, also.
The third one was another boy. Everything about him was dark except his smile and his eyes. His hair was but a shade lighter than mine, skin a dark tan color. Brown I guess. His eyes though, they were the color of the shallow part of the ocean on a sunny day. A bright blue that made me want to smile. His smile was equally as bright and I almost couldn't resist the urge to check if he had a lamp jammed into his mouth. That would have been awkward. His name was Blaze Zabini. He grabbed me into a hug too and when he spoke, I could detect a sort of Spanish accent. Sort of like he lived most of his live in Spain, but spoke English most of the time that it cancelled out most of the accent.
We spent until curfew talking and laughing. When I went up to bed, Amy came with me. We bid each other goodnight and I went into my dorm. My room mates looked at me and then lay back down, almost as if they were afraid that they would catch some sort of disease if they looked at me too long. They didn't like that I was friends with Gryffindors either.
That night was the first night I had a nightmare in two weeks.
I woke up screeching like a banschee. I flailed, trying to keep myself from succumbing to my terror. Uncle Vernon would not affect me. Not now that I was finally rid of him.
I was sitting up, rocking back and forth, whimpering and muttering. Someone was rubbing my back and it felt so good, so comforting, that I leaned into the touch. It took a few minutes, but I finally stopped rocking.
I looked to see who was holding me so I could thank them and apologize for freaking out. It was Amy.
"Thank you, Amy," I whispered. I then looked up to apologize to my dorm mates and found Professor Snape with them. Looking at me blankly, but there was something in his eyes. Some emotion I couldn't name.
"Do you need anything, Miss Potter?" He asked softly, so as not to wake anyone who was still asleep.
"No thank you, sir. I'm fine now." I said at the same tone, looking at the floor in embarrassment.
"Very well. Ladies, get back to sleep. Miss Carter, you may stay in here if Miss Potter so wishes." I heard the click of a door being shut and then the light shut off. Amy crawled into bed with me and pulled the covers over the both of us. I was about to protest but she put her hand over my mouth and shook her head, There was no room left for argument.
I curled up on the right side of my bed while Amy stretched out next to me, on the left. I fell asleep to her humming. I was entirely grateful for Amy that night. I had not one more nightmare the whole night. I could have hugged her. But I didn't.
Finish: 12/31/10
End Chapter TBC
Yaay! I included Snape in that chapter. Happy? I sure am J. Next Chapter is Day 2 of classes. I'm sure some of you are confused as to what a blocking schedule is. A blocking schedule is when you have half of your classes on one day, and then the other half on the next. For example: I have English, Music Appreciation, Gym, and then Spanish on Mondays and Wednesdays. I have Science, Choir, Algebra, and then History on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On Fridays, I have all eight of these classes. Get it? If not, ask about it in a review or pm me. Now, for:
QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER!: (I've changed it to chapter, because, let's be honest. I do NOT update on a daily basis)
Would Blaze, who I have made into a second year along with George and Fred, be a good candidate for Izzy's boyfriend. Why or why not?