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:
Ellie Clemons, MisadventuresOfJasper, itachigirl250, XlaraC, Teddy Tonks-Lupin, Angel JJK
Snape POV (YAAAY haven't had one of these for a while)
As I walked down into the deepest part of the dungeons with Mr. Flint and Mr. Dillon in search of Potter. The trouble that brat could get into. First, she knocks the troll snot out of Draco Malfoy, and then runs off in some fit of emotion that she couldn't sort out in her dorm. She would be spending sundry detentions with me for this stunt.
We finally found Potter in the deepest, darkest corridor of the dungeons, pacing. It took her at least three minutes to stop and when she did, she looked at us blankly.
"You okay, Izzy?" I had to push the urge to correct Dillon's grammar down.
Potter nodded.
"Gino said you wouldn't even let him give you a hug." Dillon was obviously digging. I saw the anger flare in the girl's eyes.
"I didn't need a hug." Her growl was surprisingly formidable. I was surprised when Dillon didn't cease his talking.
He made an assumption. "But you do now." Potter was walking toward us. She shook her head. She was standing in front of us.
Dillon did the most idiotic thing in the history or idiocy and wrapped his long arms around Potter. When she began to struggle, he didn't let her go. She struggled harder and he still didn't release her.
She began to scream.
Dillon - in a short spurt of genius - let her go, but held her at arms length. He shook her, calling her name.
She came back to the present in a surprisingly short amount of time. In the next moment though, she had stumbled back, tripped and landed in a ball on the floor. Her hands were over her head in what I would assume was a protective gesture. Dillon walked over to the girl sitting on the floor and rubbed her back as she rocked back and forth.
"Izzy, come on. You're safe here. No one's going to hurt you."
"Safe?" Potter's voice was ragged.
"Safe." The word was so soft I almost didn't hear Dillon say it. Then, the two hugged for five minutes straight and then I led them back to Slytherin Common room. Not much more to be said. Before I went to bed that night, I thought of a detention for Miss Potter for breaking school rules. She did, after all, put a fellow classmate in the hospital wing in a muggle style fight.
The next morning in the Great Hall I waited for Miss Potter to arrive for breakfast. I announced her detention to her and left. She was surprisingly polite. More like Lily than the child's father.
During my Preparation Period - the second period of the day - Albus called me up to his office. Maybe I would be getting some sort of raise. Or better yet, maybe he would be changing the schedule so my Slytherins didn't have to learn with those abysmally remedial Gryffindors.
As I walked into his office I drawled in my most bored voice, "You requested my presence in your office, Albus?"
"Yes, indeed I did, my boy. But before we jump straight into business - sit down. Tea? Lemon drop?" Albus gestured as he spoke.
"I'll have tea, but no lemon drop. I thank you for the offer, though." I sat and took the cup full of tea he offered me. I left it plain and took a sip.
"Alright! Now than we're both comfortable, I would like to discuss something of great importance with you. It has come to my attention that you have given Isabella detention and I would like to request -"
"Albus, if you're going to request that I cancel her detention, then I will have to refuse. She has broken school rules and must reap the consequences."
Albus was calm through my interruption. "I was not about to suggest anything of the sort, Severus. I was merely going to ask if you could use her detentions as a way to get her to talk of her abuse situation. The whole time she has been here, she has not said one word about it and I am concerned. It is not healthy to suppress such experiences." He watched me from behind his half moon spectacles. His eyes twinkled in that way that always infuriated me.
Albus, you cannot mean for me to become the girls personal psychiatrist! I'm a potions master, not the school counselor. I will not listen to the little brat's sob stories and Home Horrors!"
"Please, Severus. You seem to be the only one she remotely trusts enough to talk to about her Home situation. Besides her friends, of course." The old man's eyes twinkled brighter and I had some sort of feeling that it was one of those mind control type deals because the next thing that came out of my mouth, instead of the intended, ' absolutely not' was, "Fine, Albus. But if she starts throwing another one of her tantrums like she did in the Hospital Wing, I will no longer be her personal psychiatrist." I still managed to sneer the last two words.
"Good, good. We'll be speaking again after Miss Potters first detention. Now, though, I have many things to attend to. If you'll excuse me?"
"Not at all, Headmaster. Good day." With that, I walked briskly out of Albus' office.
I was back to the dungeons in record time. I had only been sitting at my desk for three minutes before Potter knocked on my door. I was about to set her to work when I realized that it was still only after breakfast and not the evening. My conversation with Albus had seemed longer than it actually was.
"You asked to see me, sir?" Her voice was soft, but still had a sort of confident ring to it.
"Sit." My tone brooked for no argument. I finished grading Ronald Weasley's potions essay - which was atrocious, by the way - and looked up to see Potter waiting patiently to proceed with administering her punishment information. "I called you in here, Miss Potter, for two 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-" who knew a girl of her size and stature could inflict such damage? "-in the hospital wing last night, having his injuries healed by Madam Pomfrey." At this, she looked far too smug.
"You will be spending every night with me for the next to weeks for detention. Any objections?" See how she likes that!
"No sir." Damn! Oh, well…
""Good. Now, secondly, we need to discuss your - relatives." If you could call them that. "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." Hopefully she chose just to tell me. The other two were so complicated…
By the end of this discussion, I had managed to give her three choices (verbally tell me, use a Pensieve, or use Legilimency) and she had chosen the Pensieve choice. Oivey… This was not going to be easy.
She turned and all but sprinted out of my office when I dismissed her. It took conscious effort to keep from chuckling. That girl…
That night I watched her scrub the cauldrons. She was extremely experienced at the movements and was finished quickly. I gave her the Nimbus 2000 that had arrived sometime during the middle of the day and had to make another conscious effort to keep from smiling.
What was happening to me? Was I cracking up, becoming soft?
This time, I actually did chuckle when Isabella left, sprinting through the door.
Alright. I'm really sorry it took so long to get this out and that it's so short! But I decided sonce it's taken me so long y'all deserved something to read. So here it is! Hope y'all enjoy.