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.

IPOV

When I woke up, Professor Snape was still sitting by my bed side and my face and hair was back to normal. I was also hungry enough to eat the pillow beneath my head. But I refrained with much difficulty.

I looked around blearily, but my eyes came to rest on Snape. I didn't know what to say, and the silence was awkward so I said, "Is my face back to normal?" even though I knew it was back to the way it should be.

"Indeed." I looked off to the side. "Now, will you release my arm?" My eyes snapped to his arm and I realized that my hands were indeed holding his arm in a vice grip. Oops.

"Sorry," I murmured as I let go. I threw my legs over the side of my bed and began to rise to a standing position.

"Quite alright. You seem to be in full health now." I nodded. "Would you like an escort to your third hour class?" Huh? Escort? Oh, well. It didn't really matter. I didn't have a third hour today.

"I have a free third hour today. It's flying, but Madam Hooch said I didn't need flying lessons, so she took me off the roster." Snape seemed to have to take this in for a few seconds.

Then, finally, "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." So that was why I was so hungry…

"Okay," I answered. I couldn't wait to get down there so I could pig out.

"Can you get down to the kitchens on your own?" Snape asked in this weird tone. I grabbed my bag as I thought. Could I? I remembered reading something about it in a book, but I wasn't sure if I remembered it all. Then, it all came back.

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

Snape nodded, satisfied with this answer. "Good. Now come along. I'll take you down on my way to the Potions classroom." It seemed he was giving me no choice of going alone.

I knew better than to argue so I simply nodded. Less words were better.

The walk down was silent, for which I was thankful, because I got to think.

Who put the wormwood solvent in my half-finished potion? Most likely Malfoy, considering he was being yelled at, and that little apron flick before my potion exploded. He probably tossed it in as he was shaking out the apron and used the apron flick as an excuse to move his hand in a throwing motion. I knew it was him, and so did Snape. Now, I would just have to decide if I wanted to retaliate. But, I supposed that the detentions and the point loss would be punishment enough. He would be murdered by the upper years for losing seventy points in one class. Especially from Snape himself.

So, I would not be retaliating. Malfoy would be killed by the upper years instead.

I thanked Snape before he walked away to the potions lab and turned. I tickled the pear on the painting, then watched in fascination as the door swung open.

I stepped through the hole and couldn't help but look around in awe. There were house elves everywhere. I was immediately noticed by what I would assume to be the head elf.

"What may Tinker get for Miss?" the little thing squeaked. It was wrapped in little people clothes. A pair of soft looking beige trousers and a tank top in the same color with the Hogwarts coat of arms on it. He was bare foot. His large bat ears flapped as he rocked back on his heels, wringing his hands.

"Um," I felt uncomfortable. "I missed lunch, because I was in the infirmary." The little creature nodded as I spoke, waiting for me to continue. "Could I, maybe, get some food? Just to hold me over till dinner?" Tinker nodded harder, his ears making a 'snap snap' sound against his large forehead.

"Absolutely miss! We's be getting you for that right away, miss!" He exclaimed, then scurried off into the mob of similar creatures. All of them were cooking, or wiping something down. I could tell with ones were the girls, because they had a small little tea towel with little sown on straps in the same material wrapped around them.

I stood in the kitchen awkwardly, until a little girl elf walked up to me, grabbed my hand and dragged me over to a seat.

"Please, miss! You's be having seat here!" It seemed they were all very enthusiastic and slightly pushy.

"Okay…" I sat down in the offered seat, and turned to the small table in front of me. I felt like I was sitting at a kiddy table that was set up by the adults so they could talk with the other adults. Only this time, I wasn't being pegged in the face repeatedly by Dudley or one of his idiot friends.

I jumped as a sandwich was set down with the clatter of a plate in front of me. There was a bowl of steaming fries and a glass bottle of ketchup (wherever they got that) next to it. My stomach immediately awoke and began to consume itself in it's haste to get to the food in front of me.

"Thank you so much," I said to the three house elves beside me. "I really appreciate it." They beamed and continued to stand there, waiting for something.

I took a bite of my sandwich and shoved a fry smothered in ketchup in my mouth at the same time and chewed hurriedly. I nearly groaned in ecstasy. "This is so good. Thank you!" I told them, my mouth still half full. They positively glowed with the praise.

"You's being very welcome, miss! Come down and eat here anytime you's being desired of it!" The smallest of the three said. I nodded emphatically.

"Absolutely. Thank you so much," I said again. I swallowed the last of my food and stood up. My stomach did a little flip, from practically inhaling the food, but I ignored it.

I was about to find somewhere to wash them and put the dishes away, but before I took three steps, the plate and bowl were taken from me and the little creatures began to march away.

"Oh, no! You don't have to do that. I could do it myself," I told them.

"Oh, no, miss! This is being our job! You just sit yourself down and relax. We's be getting the washing done in a jiffy."

I ignored the little creature, attempting to take the dishes from him, but he twirled and whisked himself away before I could even lay a finger on it. I lost him in the crowd.

I sighed and turned around. I turned back and yelled, "Thank you!" one last time before I exited out the portrait hole and back out into the chilly dungeon corridor.

I shivered as I made my way back up to the main floor. It was a lot colder out here then it was in the kitchens.

I wandered for the rest of the class period and when students began filing out of classrooms, I found the first year Gryffindors and walked next to Hermione.

"Oh, my gosh! Izzy are you alright?" She yelled as soon as she saw me.

"Of course, Hermione. I'm tougher than that. I'm just a bit embarrassed."

"It's alright, Izzy. You should have seen how everyone yelled at Malfoy after Professor Snape led you out. He's probably the most hated person in Slytherin right now. I think the only person who actually enjoyed seeing you like that was Ronald Weasley."

I nodded. He seemed like the kind of person who would enjoy another's humiliation.

I sat next to Hermione and Neville again in Astronomy. I was still tired, so I nodded off a little, due to boredom. I was woken up frequently by Hermione and hissed at to 'pay attention!' I was quite annoyed by the end of class.

At dinner that night, sitting between Hermione and Neville, I got my first letter ever delivered from Hedwig. It turned out to be from Hagrid. It was asking if I wanted to go on Friday and visit, because he said something about getting out early on Fridays. I immediately wrote back, telling him I would love to visit him at his cabin. Hermione and Neville agreed to go with me.

My 'detention' that night was pretty much the same as the rest. Viewing my terrible childhood in a Pensieve and crying a lot after. It ended the same; with a hug and a quiet good night. Only this time, I held on a little longer, breathing in Snape's herbal scent and being enveloped in his warm robes.

I felt a little colder on the way back to the dorms.

SPOV

"Miss Potter shall definitely not be going back to her Aunt's and Uncle's home during the Summer Holidays," Dumbledore said.

We were discussing the memories that were placed in the Pensieve by Isabella in depth for the moment and the consequences of those memories.

"Where will she be placed then?" I asked.

"With some one trustworthy. I will spend this year compiling a list of worthy caretakers and she will choose before the Holidays begin."

I nodded slowly. "How will you be compiling this list?"

"They will all be adults that are loving individuals and deal with at least one child on a daily basis and know how to care for them."

I nodded again. "That sounds fair." I looked down to my watch, and noticed I only had fifteen minutes before Isabella's detention. "I apologize, Albus, but I must be going. I'll have to take you Pensieve with me, also."

Albus inclined his head once and waved. I levitated the Pensieve and practically flew down to the dungeons.

I spent two hours of the rest of that night watching the horror that was most of Isabella's childhood. When it was time for her to go back to the Slytherin dorms we hugged. When she walked out the door and further down into the dungeons, my arms felt strangely empty.

[AN: And the end of another chapter. Again, I'm sorry for the shortness, but I got this one out sooner than the last one! I really hope you enjoy this. Deuces, mutha smudas!]