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.

Snape POV

I looked up as Albus came through my Floo.

"Good morning, Severus," he said jovially.

"Your Pensive is in the cupboard above the sink," I said shortly, hoping Albus would leave soon so I could hurry with my class preparations. Not to mention I had Isabella in my second hour class and I wanted to be sure everything went alright with her and Draco today.

Albus merely smiled at my shortness and levitated the basin out of the cupboard. "Have a nice day, Severus," He said simply. I nodded in reply, not bothering to answer in kind. Because, quite frankly my dear… I wasn't kind.

The rest of the morning before classes and even for a few minutes of first hour, I ran around like a chicken with his head cut off. I honestly didn't know what was making me so frantic, but I just had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

My feeling, my hunch, was very, very correct.

IPOV

The next morning in Herbology, I partnered up with Neville, hoping to get a decent grade. I was so tired. Despite how wanted and happy I felt before I went to sleep the night before, I was still up half the night with my night terrors. I had assumed that the memory viewing had triggered some of my worse nightmares.

"Are you alright?" Neville asked me after my head dropped forward into our pan of soil for the fifth time.

"Huh?" I replied, not really listening. Then I realized what he asked. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, just a little tired."

"Well, maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey. She might let you lay down for a little while until you wake up a little more."

I just shook my head. "I doubt it. Sleepiness isn't a good reason to go to the school nurse, Nev," I murmured. He just looked at me tentatively. Finally, he went back to identifying the magic worm species in our soil.

He kept throwing looks at me thought out class, along with Hermione as we identified the species. I simply stood there, half falling asleep. I could hear the whispers of the Slytherins around me. I never really noticed before, but they talked about how freakish I was for hanging out with the Gryffindors. Oh well.

I heard Malfoy talking lowly to his goons. I thought I heard my name a few times, but paid no mind. I was beyond caring with how tired I was.

When we were dismissed, I stumbled between Hermione and Neville to Potions. They occasionally put grabbed my arm to keep me standing, but we managed to make it in time. I plopped into a seat next to Neville again, not really caring if he exploded the cauldron. Like I said. I was beyond caring now.

I sat there, listening to the low drone of Snape's voice. When I heard the familiar bark that signaled that we should begin our potion, I stood up with Neville. He had already turned to the page our assigned potion was on and was setting out our needed ingredients.

I helped with cutting and put the ingredients into the pot of boiling water. I felt like I was at the Dursley's again, cooking on autopilot due to exhaustion. It was one of those times that I didn't notice if someone messed with the concoction. Dudley generally didn't mess with the food I was cooking, because he liked my food (though he wouldn't admit it). But, it turned out vengeful Slytherins would.

I saw Malfoy move his arm like a striking cobra out of the corner of my eye, but didn't care, as in the next moment, I heard the snapping of his apron as he shook it out.

But in the next moment, my semi-finished potion exploded and I was covered in the grayish-brown goop for the second time in a month. Luckily, this time, it didn't feel like I was being set on fire from the inside out.

My hair began to retreat back into my skull, until I was completely bald. My nose grew to the size of half my face. My eyebrows grew and bushed up, making me look like a cavewoman. My lips puffed up, swelling to the size of oranges. This caused my face to scrunch up and look like what Aunt Petunia called a 'squooshy face'. The affects of the potion ended with my ears growing to Dumbo proportions.

I was tired, but not tired enough to not feel embarrassed. Everyone but Hermione and Neville began to laugh. Tears welled in my eyes and spilled onto my cheeks getting caught in the groove beside my giant nose. I collapsed into my chair, too exhausted to run from the room. My hands covered as much of my face as they could and I sat there sobbing my little eleven year old hear out. I could hear Snape telling the class to be quiet and questioning them.

"Who put the wormwood solvent into Isabella's and Longbottom's potion?" He questioned dangerously. "Wormwood solvent was not. In. The. Ingredients. Required!" The only thing you could hear was my sobbing until there was a rather loud snicker from Malfoy. Snape immediately jumped on it. "Thirty points from Slytherin, Mister Malfoy!" he barked. "And detention! You will receive your notice of when, for how long, and with whom tonight at supper. Am I understood?" Snape growled the last part lowly.

"But, I-" Malfoy tired to whine and lie his way out of his punishment.

"Forty more points, Mister Malfoy. Would you like me to take off fifty more?" Snape asked in a deadly voice.

Malfoy grumbled for a few more seconds then said, "Yes, sir." Everyone was in shock, especially the Gryffindors. Snape hadn't taken points off his own house for as long as he had been working at Hogwarts.

The shocked silence was interrupted as Snape took the few steps to get to me. "Isabella, please stand up so I may escort you to the infirmary."

I listened immediately and buried myself in Snape's side as he put his arm around my shoulders.

"Miss Granger and Mister Longbottom are in charge until I return. You will listen to them as you would listen to me," he ordered. Snape waited for no reply as he lead me out of the dungeons. My hands stayed over my face, hoping to hide the monstrosity from passing students.

The tears were still flowing heavily when we finally made it to Madame Pomfrey. Snape lifted me up onto the bed and sat next to me as the tutting medi-witch did her tests. I leaned into Snape's side as Madame Pomfrey waved her wand in complicated patterns. When she was done she tucked her wand away I closed my eyes and buried my face in the ribs of the man next to me.

Normally, I would have sat and endured the embarrassment in silence and composure. Instead, I was sitting here crying like a baby, hugging my Potions Professor. I guess, I felt safe with Snape. He felt like someone I could rely on and not worry about betrayal.

"You'll just have to wait until the potion wears off, Isabella. I suggest that you lay down until it does. You're exhausted and the potion will take at least two hours to wear off."

I nodded at these instructions, already falling asleep against Snape. I barely felt him shift me to a laying position as I clasped my arms around his left one and fell into a nice, empty, dreamless sleep.

SPOV

I sat with Isabella as she slept the botched potion off. I kept telling myself that I would have left ages ago, but my arm was ensnared in her small, but strong hands. So I simply sat in a chair by her bed-side.

I thought back to my anger at the potion botch.

I knew that it wasn't Longbottom's fault. I had been watching him and Isabella since they both walked into my classroom. Longbottom hadn't laid out anything remotely close to wormwood solvent, let alone the actual thing. As I had only been watching those two, I didn't notice Draco take out the solvent and toss it into Isabella's cauldron. I had felt so incredibly livid when Draco laughed at Isabella's misshapen face. I felt slight shock at myself when I took the first thirty points away from my Slytherins but got over it almost immediately when Draco tried conniving his way out of his punishment. All I felt was the need to smack him a good one, right over the head.

I came back to the present as Madame Pomfrey broke the silence with a whisper. "Would you like for me to send someone to dismiss your class, Severus?"

"Yes, please," I answered equally as soft. She nodded and went back to her office. Her student assistant walked out a moment later and walked out of the hospital wing.

As I sat, I thought of the best punishment for Draco. I finally decided on sending him to Minerva, to help her with whatever she needed help with. He would do this for a month, every other night at whatever time she needed. I would just have to speak with her later.

Isabella groaned as she woke, two hours later. Her facial and ear proportions were back to normal, and her eyebrows were back to the thin lines that crawled across her forehead. Not the Neanderthal bushes that were there previously.

I sat in silence as she opened her eyes and blearily looked around. She noticed me in my seat and asked, "Is my face back to normal?" He voice was groggy and slightly slurred from sleep.

"Indeed. Now," I paused, making sure my next comment would have the full effect I wished for. "-will you release my arm?"

Isabella looked down at her hands wound around my arm and looked a little sheepish. "Sorry." Her hands released my limb slowly.

"Quite alright." I stood slowly. "You seem to be in full health now. Would you like an escort to your… third hour class?" I asked doing the calculation in my head. Third hour was just barely beginning.

"I have a free during third hour today. It's flying, but Madam Hooch said I didn't need flying lessons, so she took me off the class roster."

"Ah. Then it might be a good idea for you to make a trip down to the kitchens to have lunch. You missed it while you were sleeping," I told her.

"Okay," She answered simply. She stood, grabbing the bag that I had set next to the bed and stretching.

"Are you sure you're okay to get down to the kitchens on your own?" I asked, feeling concerned. I didn't want her getting lost.

"Yeah. I read all about it in Hogwarts: A History. It's down in the dungeons behind a painting if a bowl of fruit. You have to tickle the pear."

I nodded, knowing she was correct. "Good. Now come along. I'll take you down on my way to the potions classroom."

She nodded without argument, of which I was thankful for.

For some reason, I worried about her for the rest of the day.

[AN: That's the end of another chapter! I'm so sorry for the long wait… And that it's a bit short. I'm not sure If I should, or shouldn't include another 'detention' in the next chapter. Review and tell me? I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Sev is softening up to Izzy and showing some less than professor-ly affection. More like… fatherly? Hehe. *devious look* (whatever the hell the emoticon for that is…?) So I really hope you review and enjoyed this. Peace out mutha smudgas. *throws weird, unheard of gang sign that involves lots of complicated hand twisting motions and takes at least three minutes to complete, much like reading this small snippet* Oh yeah. I'm gangster.]