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.

This chapter features a slightly more TRUTHFUL Draco Malfoy.

IPOV

The next morning I was sitting between Ron and Hermione, enjoying a piece of toast. I took a hunk out of it and was still chewing when I was pushed face down into my jam covered toast. I came up glaring. I wiped the jam off my cheeks and turned around. My mood - if marginally possible - plummeted even more when I saw who was standing behind me smirking.

"Sorry, scarhead. Didn't see you there," Malfoy choked out through his laughter.

"You better get away from me, Malfoy. Before I do something that I won't regret," I growled at him in a threatening manner. I could imagine my eyes flashing like a viridian lightning storm. This time Malfoy didn't pale. He merely smirked.

"What are you going to do to me, Potter? You forget who I have backing me up," He sneered arrogantly.

I stepped out of the table bench and faced my tormentor completely. I stepped close to him, glaring up - he was taller than me - at him. I paid no attention to Crabbe and Goyle as they cracked their knuckles menacingly. "Have you forgotten what I did to you in the common room, Malfoy? I wasn't afraid of your goons then, and I'm not afraid of them now. Now I suggest you get out of my face before I do it again in front of the entire school." I spoke quietly, but I was sure he could hear me. Almost the entire Great Hall was silent now that they noticed our confrontation.

He scoffed like he didn't care, but I could see it in his eyes and they way he leaned slightly back - he was afraid of reliving that experience.

"Whatever," he said as he turned to walk away. "The only way she got me like that was because of the magic dome thing. Freak. She's nothing but a freak…" he muttered to his lackeys. I was positive I wasn't supposed to hear, but Malfoy didn't know the meaning of mutter, so I'm sure more than half the Hall heard, including the teachers at the head table. There was a collective gasp almost as soon as he said it. I could see the Professor's expressions as I reached forward. Enraged, furious. Even Snape looked exceedingly infuriated, which surprised me. Didn't he hate me?

Malfoy was stopped by my hand gripping his upper arm hard. He turned, surprised by me halting his progress is being chicken shit and walking away from this.

"What did you just call me?" I asked softly. I was incredibly pissed. Not to mention having minor flashbacks of Uncle Vernon yelling obscenities at me. 'Freak, abnormal, abomination, beast… monster.' I refused to yell. Not yet at least. This was the calm before the storm.

"Um, uh," Malfoy cleared his throat, clearly terrified. He paused a moment, regaining his composure. "Freak. That's what I called you. Have a problem?" he asked haughtily. By now the entire hall was watching, and McGonagall and Snape were getting up to break us up. Dumbledore waved them to sit, his eyes twinkling madly. The two strict adults sat down reluctantly. They watched along with the rest of the school.

Now I was beyond being enraged.

My hand shot up, grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him closer. I kicked his knee so he would come down to my level without any trouble. Our noses were nearly touching when I was done.

"Listen to me, and listen closely, Malfoy. You think you're top dog around here. You think you're God's gift to Earth, and that everyone should bow down to you, worship the groundyou walk on. Am I correct?" I didn't wait for an answer. "Well, guess what, you prick. You're not. You strut around here, acting like you own the place. Acting like you own every single one of us, just like the house elves that I read about that I'm sure you own. You act like we should care when mommy and daddy buy you stupid expensive crap that you don't even need. You act like you're Merlin himself. Well, news flash: You're nothing but a stupid, stuck up little boy that needs to learn his place. You think you own this castle? Guess. What, jerk. No one owns this castle. Not even the Headmaster. Hogwarts is a being all her own. You think you own the world because your daddy is rich? I don't think so," I growled, finishing my little ass attack. "Now get away from me before I do something that only you will regret," I barked, pushing him away. He stumbled and nearly fell into Crabbe. He looked at me with wide eyes, so I growled at him and took a step forward. He took off running out of the Great Hall like a bat out of hell. Crabbe and Goyle followed at a slower pace, due to their lack of brains and over abundance of bulk.

The Hall broke out into great laughter and applause. Even the professors were sitting up at the head table, trying to hide their laughter. I was surprised to see Snape was one of them.

I sat down, resuming my eating.

"That was amazing Izzy!"

"Wow, Izzy, didn't know you had it in you!"

"Izzy! That was so cool!"

"Way to go, Iz!"

I grunted noncommittally at all the congratulations I received from most of Gryffindor table. I could also hear shouts of congrats from the Ravenclaws at the other end of the Hall. I ignored them, along with the glaring of almost all the Slytherins. I was just glad that the jerk was away from me.

I shoved the rest of my toast into my mouth and gulped down the rest of my juice. I stood up to leave and Hermione looked up from her plate.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Getting to class early. You and Ron want to come with me?" I said in return. She nodded and turned to smack Ron in the arm. I watched in amusement.

"Ow! Hermione, what?" Ron whined as he rubbed his arm. I laughed and interrupted before Hermione could get into her long explanation.

"We're going to class early. You want to come with us?"

Ron thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No, you guys go ahead. I'm gonna stay here. Like a normal person," He said. I rolled my eyes at his last remark, but Hermione took great offence. She huffed, ready to go into a tizzy, but I pulled her away before she could start hissing like an angry cat.

"He infuriates me sometimes!" she grumbled.

We were walking down the transfiguration corridor when a pale kid with pale blonde hair jumped out and stopped us. He was seriously pale. [A/N: Bad joke… Let's hope he can't rap. Cuz that would be horrible…] It was Draco Malfoy. I sighed impatiently.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I asked as he stared at me with a glint in his eyes.

"I want to challenge you to a wizards duel. Tonight at midnight in the trophy room. We can walk down there together, so you know I'm not chickening out."

I watched him suspiciously, waiting for him to get his goons to jump me or something. Finally, after a couple minutes of watching him, I simply said, "No."

Malfoy blanched as I walked past, Hermione following after me. "Wait!" he called after me. "Wait, I'm sorry!" I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned slowly to look at him, hand fully grasping my wand in my pocket in case this was some kind of ploy to get me in his evil little grasp. "I'm sorry, okay? I know that I'm a git. I realize now that… you're right. I'm a huge jerk. I strut around. I act like Merlin himself. Okay? I know that I act horrible. It's just…" I waited for him to finish his apology as he paused. "… you would even look at me, when term started. And then you started hanging out with Granger, who's a Gryffindor, not to mention a Mud-" my growl of warning cut him off and he changed his wording. "Muggleborn. I was jealous, okay? I wanted you as my friend and you wouldn't even sit next to me during class! I had an empty seat right next to me! I made Goyle stand until class started, just so you could have someone from your own house to sit next to. Then, during Transfiguration you sit on the opposite side of the room, with the Gryffindors! I save you a seat again during Charms, thinking maybe you just didn't notice the seat in Transfiguration, but then you look straight past me like I didn't even exist and walked straight to Granger. You started a conversation with her and made the best of friends. While I just sat there, hoping that maybe, just maybe I would finally be able to make a real friend without my father's influence mucking things up! I was hurt, okay? That's why I treated you and your friends the way I did. I was hurt that you wouldn't even look at me without looking away like I was the most disgusting thing in the world!" He was panting by the end of his speech. I was suddenly glad we left at least fifteen minutes early, because that whole thing took the better part of five minutes.

I stood there in shock. Malfoy was hurt? He was hurt that I didn't sit next to him in class and didn't become his friend? Whoa… But still. That was no excuse for how horribly he treated me.

"That's still no excuse," I voiced. "If you wanted me as your friend, you should have treated me nicer, instead of coming up to me in the common room the first night and calling the first friend I ever had a Mudblood." I spat the word. "I know you were hurt. But that doesn't excuse the way you treated me."

"I know! And I'm sorry, but please! Can we just start over?" I stayed silent. As Hermione was my best friend, I looked at her to gauge her reaction. She looked back at me and nodded infinitesimally.

I looked back at Malfoy and nodded. "Okay."

Malfoy sighed in relief, then held his hand out. "Hi, there. I'm Draco Malfoy. Who are you two?" He asked, looking at both of us. Her stepped forward and grabbed his hand in a firm handshake. "I'm Hermione Granger. I stepped forward as well. I reached forward slowly and grasped his.

"Isabella Potter. Call Me Izzy. Nice to meet you," I said with a slight smile. Draco smiled back brightly.

"You too, Izzy. It's wonderful to meet you as well, Hermione," He said. Hermione smiled back brightly. She was glad to have another friend. Honestly, I was glad, too.

We walked into Transfiguration and sat together. Hermione sat down on my right, and Malfoy sat to my left, in the seat closest to the wall. Ron would have to sit next to Hermione on her right.

When Ron walked in, right as the bell rang, I thought he would have an aneurism when he saw Draco on my left. But he sucked it up and walked to the still unoccupied seat on Hermione's right. He looked up at me, opened his mouth to angrily complain about 'the slimy Malfoy git' sitting with us, but then shut it. He sighed, then gave me a tired smile.

"Whatever," he said, only talking to Hermione and I. "If Hermione and you accept him, then I accept him. But he better not be stealing my spot at the table during meals," he muttered before looking towards the front where McGonagall now stood. I looked over at Draco, knocked my shoulder against his, then smiled.

I also just so happened to notice that Crabbe and Goyle were seated all the way on the other side of the room, glaring over at us, more specifically Draco.

Because McGonagall was speaking about today's exercise, I knocked my shoulder against Draco's again. When I had his attention, I gestured with my head toward the death glaring baboons. He turned and dug through his bag until he had his quill, ink and some parchment. He wrote something quickly, then passed it to me inconspicuously. I unfolded it and read it carefully.

'I told them to get lost, because I was tired of them scaring away potential new friends.'

I cocked an eyebrow, then took out my own quill and ink.

'Why do they do that?' I wrote messily. I still wasn't used to using a quill. Ink ended up all over my hand from it.

I passed the note back to him, just as inconspicuously. He took a moment to read it before dipping his quill back into the ink well, then writing on the parchment. He folded it, then handed it back to me.

'My father hired them as my bodyguards. I never wanted them, but Father insisted. I unhired them, if you will.'

I smirked, in true Slytherin fashion, and looked up from the writing. I nodded at him. The rest of the day passed without much of anything happening. Besides Ron throwing glares at Draco every now and then. That is, until around eleven thirty at night.

I was sitting up, in the common room. I was finishing up one of my many homework assignments and wishing desperately, once again, for Quidditch Through the Ages to magically pop into my hand. I loved that book.

Out of nowhere, Draco bounded down the stairs that led up to the boys dorms. He grabbed my arm and, without so much as a peep of explanation, dragged me out the door.

"Draco! What are you doing?" I hissed at him angrily. We were going to get caught and it would be completely his fault!

"Showing you something. Now please! Be quiet!" He hissed back. I made a weird squawk as I tripped on a raise stone on the floor. I fell into Draco, making him fall as well. We were now on the main floor, and not in the dungeons anymore. He pulled me up, grabbed my hand and began running. I didn't ask where we were going as I was still out of breath from my fall.

As we reached our destination, I realized exactly where we were. We were outside the door to the forbidden third-floor corridor. Oh, Merlin. What the hell was Draco doing?

"Alohamora," he whispered. What? He was unlocking the bloody door to the FORBIDDEN THIRD-FLOOR CORRIDOR!

"What are you doing?" I nearly shrieked.

"Shh!" He hissed at me.

I panted as he dragged me forward, trying to escape. He held on tighter. I was tempted to punch him in his face again, but decided not to. That would probably jeopardize our newfound friendship.

I looked up from my prying hands as Draco froze.

"Holy-" I screamed the giant thing growled. It had three head, it was ginormous, and it was bloodthirsty. Meaning that it was about to pounce on the two of us and eat us whole. At the same time. In one gulp. Holy hell. I looked around, trying to find something to fend it off. I noticed the trapdoor that it was standing on, but paid it no mind for now. Instead, I focused on escaping alive and in one piece.

I backed up, keeping my eyes on the three headed monster and found the door knob. Draco was leaning back against me, trying to get away from the giant dog. I twisted the knob and we both fell out. I slammed the door, making sure the door clicked shut. I could still hear the wild scrabbling against the door and the screaming barking of the dogs three heads.

Draco was standing next to me, elbows bent and hands against his sides. He was breathing as hard as I was. I turned, waited for him to stand straight, and let fly.

My hand connected with his cheek with a loud, cracking smack! He immediately went down, hand against his cheek. I scoffed and walked off. Neither of us spoke until we were back in the common room.

"Izzy, I'm sorry. I didn't know that was going to happen!"

"What do you mean you didn't know that was going to happen? You mean you didn't know what the hell was in that room?" We were speaking in loud, hissing whispers.

"No. And I'm sorry that I dragged you there against your will! If I had known, I would have just told you," he tried to joke.

I debated smacking him again, and grunted angrily. On the inside, I was still terrified. And very exhausted. I stood there staring at him. And then, to my extreme mortification, my eyes betrayed me.

They filled with tears and a soft hiccupping sob escaped my chest. Hoping to hide from the embarrassment of crying in front of my until-recently-enemy, I turned my back and covered my face with my hands.

"Oh, Izzy…" Draco placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. "I'm so sorry…" He pulled me forward and around until we were sitting on the sofa in front of the fire. I didn't fight it. I was too tired. When he pulled me forward, putting his arms around me, I still didn't fight. I merely… fell asleep. I fell asleep thinking.

'That dog is guarding something. Especially with that trap door beneath it's feet. And that something is dangerous.'

[A/N: Dude… Holy shit. It's been a little less that three months since my last chapter and I am SO SORRY. Seriously. I feel like a horrible person. But here's the seventeenth chapter. I hope you guys like it! PLEASE REVIEW!]

-(A/N: so this is the first comment from boredkittycat1423. I have the next chapter written up but i want to go over it a bit and perhaps find a beta for it but i wanted these all up as soon as i could so no one would think i was ignoring it
- Julia )