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.
Special thanks to:
sugarspiceandeverythingnice, I Love Demitri Belikov, black angel150, goldie high-five Jesus, Hagu, Sarah Ravencraft, MidnightSeductress13, TwilightMelodiac, angelofdarknessburningflame, Ellie Clemons, MrsRobVanDam, ciaranoelle, ILoveToReadGoodStories, LeadroftheEmoPenguins, Dead 2 Da Unknown, Sydney-Emily-Cullen, LauRawrCait, BeLiz, izzysunflower, Angel JJK, IceGirl7, Xxx The Black Iris xxX, Milymet P. Runsage, and xXFaerieDustXx
I did not include anyone who was not logged into their account. So next time, If you would like to be mentioned, log in and leave a review.
IPOV
On the outside, after that remark, I was calm, cool and collected. On the inside, I was screaming, running and flailing my arms wildly in panic. "What is it exactly you claim to know?" My voice was smooth and innocent. The perfect tone to lying. I looked around casually, careful not to keep too much eye contact. That was the first clue to lying. Constant and unwavering eye contact.
"That you're being abused at your home!" Gino practically yelled at me. "You live with your Aunt, Uncle and cousin, right? I bet your uncle beats you with anything and everything, while your Aunt just stands by and watches. And your cousin beats the tar out of you, too. Am I right? I am, aren't I?" I let him rant without interruption, then looked up at him with an expression of confusion and innocence.
"I'm not sure what any of you are talking about, but I am most definitely not abused at home. I promise you." Who said I was lying? Who said I considered the Dursley's my home? Hogwarts was my home the moment I met Hagrid. Hogwarts was rewarded that title almost immediately.
Amy was starting to look like she believed my lie, but the other three weren't. They looked even more suspicious. Blaise looked the most suspicious.
"Are you sure, Izzy? You know you can tell us anything. Right?"
"I'm sure, Blaise. Now come on. Let's get down to breakfast before all the food is gone," I said with a light chuckle. They all looked like they wanted to pursue the subject some more, but decided not to. We walked down to the Great Hall together and I made my way over to the Gryffindor table like I normally do. I was stopped on the way over by Snape.
He looked down his nose at me and sneered. Nothing out of the ordinary. He looked like he normally did - in a black billowy cloak, black slacks underneath and black, shiny dress shoes. His hair looked a little less greasy - maybe he washed it an extra time in the shower last night? - and his eyes seemed a little less harsh.
"Miss Potter, I expect to see you in my office once you are finished breakfasting. Immediately."
"Yes, sir. I'll be there."
"Good. Farewell, Miss Potter."
"Bye, sir."
I continued my walk over to Gryffindor Table and sat next to Hermione.
"What was that about?" she asked, nodding her head towards where I had been standing with Professor Snape.
"He wants to see me about what happened last night…" I trailed off, dreading the consequences of beating the tar out of Malfoy.
"What? What happened last night?" This question was asked by all three of my Gryffindor friends. Hermione sounded frantic while the twins just sounded curious and eager.
"I may, or may not have, tackled Malfoy and beat the living daylights out of him," I said matter-of-factly and then loaded some food onto my plate.
"You what?" Hermione shrieked. The twins looked gleeful at this bit of news and everyone around us who had been minding their own business now turned to see what cool-headed, sort-of-soft-spoken Hermione Granger was yelling about.
"I'm pretty sure you heard me, 'Mione," I mumbled around a mouth full of bacon. I hated the attention I was currently receiving and didn't feel like explaining it again so the rest of the dunder-headed Gryffindors could start cheering and laughing over something completely stupid and reckless.
"Oh, I heard you. How could you do something so completely and utterly mmph-" She was cut off by Fred putting his hand over Hermione's mouth, but she was still making muffled yelling sounds behind his hand.
"We get it Hermione."
"You disapprove."
Fred removed his hand.
"Hmph." Hermione crossed her arms and turned her nose up, causing us all to laugh. She joined in after a few seconds.
I finished eating and stood up. "Well, I have to go, mates. I'll see you in class."
"Bye, Iz. That was brilliant!" The twins chorused.
"Bye, Izzy. See you later. I do not approve of your actions!" Hermione yelled after me as I stepped out into the corridor.
It took nearly twenty minutes to get down to the dungeons. Once I was there, I made my way towards the Potions classroom, which took me another five minutes. By the time I finally made it to Snape's office, I was slightly fed up.
I rapped on the door that read 'Professor S. Snape: Office' and waited for the okay to open the door.
"Enter." After the low, drawling voice of Professor Snape cut through the silence, the door crept open and I pushed it open the rest of the way. I walked in and stopped in front of the big desk that occupied most of the space in the room.
"You asked to see me, sir?"
"Sit," Snape said without looking up from the assignment he was grading. I did as I was told and waited for the Potions Master to be done. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, Professor Snape looked up at me and put his quill down. "I called you in here, Miss Potter, for two very specific reasons. The first would be to discuss your punishment for assaulting young Mr. Malfoy. No matter how much he provoked you, your attack was uncalled for. He spent two hours in the hospital wing last night, having his injuries healed by Madame Pomfrey."
'Good,' I thought smugly. 'He deserved it.'
"You will be spending every night for the next two weeks with me for detention. Any objections?" Two weeks wasn't so bad. I was okay with that.
"No sir."
"Good. Now, secondly, we need to discuss you - relatives. As your Head of House, it is my responsibility to insure that you are perfectly safe and face no danger at home. There are three ways for me to get the information I desire. You can either tell me yourself, I can view memories of your home life in a Pensieve, or you can allow me to view them through your mind with something called Legilimency. It's like mind-reading." Snape paused here, waiting for me to respond. I knew I had gone very white and probably looked close to vomiting.
He couldn't see any of the things that they had done to me. None of it.
"P-professor. Um, is that really necessary? I mean, I'm treated just fine at home. There's really nothing to tell."
I could tell that Professor Snape didn't believe me. Not even a tiny bit.
"You do not have to decide which method I use at this very moment. You may take the rest of today to choose, but tonight, when you serve your detention after your practice with Mr. Flint, I expect you to give me an answer. You shall do a standard detention tonight, but tomorrow, we will begin viewing your memories, Miss Potter. And-" Snape held up a hand as he saw I was about to protest. "-do not claim that nothing is alright at your home, Miss Potter. Last nights episode and your nightmares say otherwise. Now, do you have any question?"
It seemed I had no choice in the matter of giving up my memories. "Yes, sir. What's a Pensieve?"
"A Pensieve is an item in which you place extracted memories for outside viewing."
"How do you extract your memories?" A Pensive seemed like it was the best choice. But I didn't know about this Legitimacy junk yet.
"I will show you at a later date, Miss Potter."
"Okay, um, what's Legiminacy?"
"Legilimency-" he stressed the word to make sure I heard how it sounded. "-as I explained previously, is mind-reading. I say a spell, I enter your mind and any memory I view, you relive. Depending on how far I have to dig or how - hard - I have to dig for the memory, the experience should be relatively painless." No way in hell was I letting him perform this Legilimency shit on me. Having some guy I barely knew rifling through my mind and making me relive that crap? No thank you.
And there was no possible way that I was going to tell him what all goes on at the Dursleys. So I guess I only had one choice.
"I'm going to choose the Pensieve, if that's all right."
"Quite all right, Miss Potter. You are excused. Hurry, because I don't write late passes."
I grabbed my bag from beside the chair I occupied and ran from the room, yelling a, "Bye, Professor!" behind me.
I ran all the way to Transfiguration and got there just before the late bell rang. I sat down heavily in my seat next to Hermione. We were doing the stick-match thing again so we waited quietly for McGonagall to finish direction and began talking.
"So what did Professor Snape want?"
"He gave me detention for beating up Malfoy." That was all she needed to know.
Hermione nodded crisply. "That's terrible, Izzy. But, you have to admit, you deserve it for violating school rules."
"Okay, 'Mione," I said just to appease her.
**Skip to Quidditch Practice with Flint since the rest of the day was pretty much boring and Ron didn't bug her 'cos he heard about Malfoy's broken face**
I ran onto the pitch where I could see Marcus in the middle. "Hello," I said, slightly out of bed.
"Hello, Izzy. Excited, are you?" Marcus said with a small smirk.
"Very." I wasn't going to lie. This was going to be amazing.
"Okay. Well then, let's get on with it. Now, Quidditch id easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each player. Three of them are called Chasers."
"Three Chasers," I repeated, as Marcus took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball.
"This ball's called the Quaffle," said Marcus. "The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?"
"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score," I recited. "So - that's sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn't it?"
"What's basketball?" Marcus sounded repulsed. "Is that a muggle sport or something?"
"Never mind," I said quickly.
"Whatever. Now, there's another player on each side called the Keeper. He or she flies around their teams goal posts and keeps the other team from scoring. Hence, the name Keeper."
"Three Chasers, one Keeper," I said, determined to remember it all. "And they play with the Quaffle. Okay, I've got that. What are those for?" I pointed at the three balls left inside the box that I had failed to notice moments before.
" I'll show you know. Take this," He said, holding out a small bat. "I'm going to show you what the Bludgers do. These two are the Bludgers."
He showed me two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Quaffle. I noticed that they seemed to be struggling against the straps that held them inside the box.
"Stand back," Marcus warned me. He bent down and freed one of the Bludgers.
At once, the black ball rose up and darted straight at my face. I swung the bat to prevent it from breaking my nose, sending it zigzagging around. It came back around and flew right at Marcus. He dove on top of it, managing to pin it to the ground.
"See?" Marcus asked, panting. He forced the Bludger back into the crate, strapping it back down safely. "The Bludgers rocket around and try to knock players off their brooms. That's the reason there are two Beaters on each team. It's their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and try and knock them toward the other team. So - think you've got all that?"
"Three Chasers try and score with the Quaffle; the Keeper guards the goalposts; the Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their team," I reeled off.
"Very good," said Marcus.
"Eh, have the, uh, Bludgers ever killed anyone?" I knew I sounded, in no way, offhand.
"Never at Hogwarts. We've had a couple of broken jaws but nothing worse than that. Now, the last member of the team is the Seeker. That's you. And you don't have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers-"
"-Unless they crack my head open."
"Don't worry. Out Beaters are great. And I'm pretty sure the Weasley twins won't let those things anywhere near you. "
He reached into the crate and pulled out the fourth ball. It was itty bitty - only about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and shiny. Very shiny. It had little silver fluttering wings.
"This," he said, "is the Golden Snitch, and it's the most important ball of the lot. It's very hard to catch because it's so fast and difficult to see. It's the Seekers job to catch it. You've got to weave in and out of all the other players, Bludgers and Quaffle to get it before the other teams Seeker, because whichever teams Seeker catches the Snitch wins their team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. That's why seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages - I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep.
"Well, that's it. Any questions?"
"What position do you play and when can I meet the rest of the team?" I understand what I had to do. Doing it is what would be the problem.
"I'm a Chaser and you can meet the rest of the team either tonight, or tomorrow night after your detention. Depending on how tired you are."
"Okay." I was fine with that.
"Okay. Well, since it's getting kind of dark, we won't practice with the Snitch just yet. Might lose it. So, instead, we'll be practicing with these." Marcus pulled out a bag of ordinary muggle golf balls. I mounted the school broom that was beside the box and kicked off. Marcus followed soon after.
He began throwing the balls in every direction, as hard as he could. I didn't miss a single one.
By the time my first ever practice was done, it was dark and also time for my detention.
"Bye Marcus!" I yelled, running from the pitch and into the castle. I made it to the dungeons in record time.
"Enter, Miss Potter," I heard seconds after I knocked. The door swung open and I pushed my way in.
"Hello, Professor." My mood was slightly dampened from the fact that this was a detention.
It was silent before he answered me. "Good evening, Miss Potter. One moment while I finish this, please." I waited. Professor Snape looked up, finally, after five minutes. "Have a seat, Miss Potter." I followed instructions. "Now that we're situated. You will be scrubbing the cauldrons that are by the sink in the main classroom. If you finish with those - which I highly doubt you will - you are to come to me and ask for further instruction. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Alright. Now get to work." I was dismissed as Professor Snape looked down at the essays he was grading. I left the room silently and went to the aforementioned sink. There were at least thirty cauldrons piled there. This detention was going to be hell.
With a sigh, a rolled my sleeves up and got to work. Lift, run under water, add soap, scrub. And scrub. And scrub some more. And keep scrubbing until every bit of dried on potion and gunk was removed.
This went on for I don't know how long. With only one cauldron left, Professor Snape came in.
"You may stop now, Miss Potter. I have something to give to you." I put the big black bulk into the sink and dried my hands on a towel, turning around as I did so.
Professor Snape was holding a long, thin parcel out to me, so I took it. "What is it, sir?" I asked looking up.
"Open it, Miss Potter, and you shall find out," he drawled. I pulled the brown paper covering the parcel off slowly and nearly fell over from delight.
Inside was a brand new Nimbus 2000. The handle sleek and shiny, the bristles perfectly aligned. It was magnificent.
"Thank you, Professor," I whispered in awe.
"No need, Miss Potter. But, all the same, you're welcome. Now, your detention today is over. I expect to see you again tomorrow at eight o'clock," He dismissed me.
"Yes, sir. Thank you!" I grabbed my bag and walked swiftly out of the room, broom in hand. When I made it back to the common room, the only people still awake were Marcus, Joey, Gino, Blaise, and Amy.
The boys immediately noticed my new broom.
"Where did you get that?" Gino whispered, clearly awed and slightly unbelieving.
"Um, Professor Snape gave it to me. Said I would need it if I was going to play a decent game against the other teams."
Marcus was smiling, like he knew exactly what was happening the whole day. "I helped pick it out earlier today, Izzy," He said with a smile.
"Thanks Marcus. I love it."
"You're welcome, Izzy. Only the best for the youngest Seeker in a century."
I beamed. The boys were still staring wide-eyed at my new broom.
"Izzy?" Joey was practically drooling.
"Yes, Joe-Joe?" I teased him.
"Um, can I, I mean to say, uh - Can I please ride your broom tomorrow!" He finally blurted out.
"Of course, Joey. As long as Marcus doesn't object," I said with a light laugh.
He looked expectantly at Marcus. "Not my broom," Marcus said. "Don't know why I'm the one you're asking."
"YES!" I jumped at Joey's unexpected exclamation.
"Okay. Well, I have homework to do. I'm going to sit on the sofa and do that," I said in a clear end to the broom flying conversation.
Everyone else went back upstairs while I sat down to finish my homework. By the time I was finished, it was a little past eleven and I was almost passing out. I put all my stuff in my bag and lugged it up the stairs to my dorm. I threw it beside my bed and stripped. I was extremely tired, and wished that I knew a spell that could put my pajamas on for me. To my intense surprise, the next second they were on.
I smiled, satisfied, and plopped down on my bed, unceremoniously. I slept that whole night dreamlessly. And promptly woke up when I felt someone shouting and shaking me half to death.
And that's it for the whole story, folks… Nah, just kidding. We have a very long way to go before I'm finished with this. I'd like to mention my brand new one shot calledOPEN MIC NIGHT. I'd like you all to READ IT AND REVIEW, please. I'd also like it if you reviewed this chapter. I'm looking to get at least four hundred hits on this chapter alone. Now, I'm starting one more new thing for reviews. LEAVE A QUESTION IN REVIEWS AND I'LL MAKE IT MY PERSONAL ENDEVOR TO ANSWER IT. YOU MUST SIGN IN TO YOUR ACCOUNT AS A REQUIREMENT. THESE QUESTIONS CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT, FROM PERSONAL, TO WEIRD AND FUNNY. Thank ya. Now for:
QOTC:
What do you want to see happen to Izzy? When do you think the Cullens should come back into the picture and why?