First chapter now posted! review if you want more. i'm currently writing chapter four right now so i hope a lot of you would really give me feedbacks.
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Chapter 1 World Gone Wild
A peculiar girl with pale blonde hair was just staring at the wrought iron gates of the prestigious school of Hogwarts. Gone were the brown chocolate locks and her brown boring eyes and was replaced with her natural grey eyes, giving her the familiar Malfoy trademark features. Her timid demeanor was also left at the dreary town in America where she once thought of as home. Her back was straightened, confidence in her calm features as the familiar land made her at home, not feeling foreign for the first time in two years.
Though her clumsiness was still in tack, she hides it well with her new regained confidence. Back in the muggle world, she was a bit uncertain, and dare she say it, afraid that's why it was really hard for her to adapt and socialize thus Edward telling her she's an open book.
But in here, the lands where she was born and raised, is where she truly belongs. The Wizarding World was a safety closet she could hide in when things go wrong in the Muggle World. It's her Narnia, her Oz, her Oooh, her chocolate factory, her safe haven, her meadow…
The girl clutched her chest like she's having an arrhythmia, and almost staggered to her knees. Memories locked in her Big Vault of no no's inside her head was released, the heavy rusty locks clinking to the imaginary ground. She breathes out, clearing her head of everything that has anything to do with vampires and just breathe.
This is it. She thought to herself.
The blonde straightened her leather jacket and with a flick of a wrist, the gates opened and she let herself through, walking the long gravel path towards the main entrance.
She was here for one reason and one reason only, and that is to lose her pride, burn it and then throw it out the window. Her plan might get her ancestors rolling in their grave and with just her luck, bust a thriller like the Dark Lord would never forget.
She will beg, yes you heard it correctly, beg for Dumbledore's help. Her family is in danger and she is definitely not letting any one of them be put in risk. Especially her brother. Dear Merlin she hoped that would never happen, ever. Her brother might be the biggest prat growing up but she loves him to death. He could be annoying, conceited, selfish, arrogant, a git, a manwhore but he's also the sweetest and caring brother there was.
So she's willing to let her pride be trampled on just to let her brother and the rest of her family live. They had been protecting her since day one since she decided to study abroad and now it's time to give back. It's time for her to do the saving whether they liked it or not.
She had been selfish for the most part of her short life as an 18 year old witch. From day one since she turned an awkward 10 year old, she had been buggering and pestering her parents to study abroad yearning for an adventure. And an adventure they gave her.
She spent her years in America studying at Salem's Witch Institute for five years. From there, she met a lot of diverse people and got her memory wiped clean from any pureblood prejudices. Though she still kept her manners and discipline, she was spontaneous and adventurous most of the time.
Her parents were upset but after countless foot stomping, door slamming and vase throwing on her part, they finally accepted it. Everything she learned, she passed it on to her brother. It was only her second year abroad but she learned a lot and continued to acquire knowledge.
Then rumors of the Dark Lord rising again plundered the Magical World, the famous Harry Potter defeated his plot to immortality (cringed), and many other tales that got her parents paranoid and went into an all out façade of the pureblood bigots that they once were.
Then on her last year as a student, she told her parents about travelling and they were more than willing, not even giving a second thought for fear of the Dark Lord finding out about her new found beliefs.
Living back the old memories, the blonde girl shivered in the September air. She was calming herself from another flush of memories. Moving back home was overwhelming her and it was breaking the exterior she built just 10 minutes ago before disapparating.
She reached the Entrance, and there was a gruff looking man with a bad case of halitosis waiting for her. He did a few things with a sensor and nodded when nothing happens.
"Good day Miss Malfoy. The Headmaster is expecting you in his office." The girl followed the dirty man as he directed her to the familiar Astronomy tower where the Headmaster's office could be found. She reached the end of the hallway where a statue of an Eagle stood. She muttered the weirdest candy she could think of and smiled in satisfaction when the statue starts to move.
The girl knocked twice and waited for a response. A cheery 'come in' called out and she entered the proverbial room of Albus Dumbledore.
"Headmaster." The girl greeted as the wizard cloth in light blue robes, tilted wizard's cap and moon spectacles welcomed her into a hug.
"Isabella. How nice to see you again." He held her at arms length and studied her face with a calculating expression.
"Life has been tough on you, eh?" he said vaguely as he led her to one of the plush chairs near the fireplace.
"More like love." Bella muttered tiredly.
"Ahh. Teenage love." He replied knowingly. He sat opposite her and crossed his legs, grabbing a lemon drop from a bowl on the side table.
"Lemon drop?" he offered. Bella shook her head no and smiled half-heartedly.
"So. As indicated from your letter, you have something of importance to ask me that you insist on talking to me personally." He started and the girl looked at him intently and exhaled loudly.
"My family is in danger; you must know that by now." He nodded at her sadly, and pats her knee comfortably. "And of course you heard about my father in Azkaban and my mother being a hostage at our home." she continued.
"Yes dear, I know all of that."
"And I'm sure as hell certain that you know what the Dark Lord wants Draco to do." I kept my eye contact at him. He stared back as I continue. "So, after I found out about it, I went to the Dark Lord."
"I'm sure you gave him a piece of your mind. Am I right my dear?" he chuckled after a few heartbeats.
"Yes well, nothing beats a Malfoy Tantrum like mine." Her famous Malfoy smirk graced her lips, remembering the memory of the shocked faces of the inner circle of the Dark Lord.
"Of course." The man agreed, his eyes twinkling in delight.
"But I'm here for your help."
The old wizard just stared. "and?" He asked.
"Your help. Grant me your help." I choked out, "Please."
"I already know that dear. But what exactly do you really want to tell me?" The old geezer looked confused, not getting the older Malfoy siblings purpose.
"That's pretty much it." Bella said weakly. "Help put Draco and my mother to somewhere safe."
The man was silent for a very long period, only staring at her, studying her like she's a science project being graded by a teacher.
"Bella, do you believe in fate?" he asked, completely out of topic. The blonde girl looked at him confusedly. Does she believe in fate? If he asked her that maybe two months ago she would have said yes, but now…
"I don't know." Bella answered truthfully.
"Well my dear, what if I told you that fate has brought you here?" His eyes twinkled mischievously and her heart thudded inside her chest.
Severus Snape was not a man of showing affections to another breathing being. Never had he been sweet or affectionate to anyone in his family or closest friends. Not like he has any friends for that matter but it is a fact that everyone knows that Severus Snape is not a man to hug when you want comfort.
But as an exception, he only held deepest care to his two Godchildren, Isabella and Draco Malfoy.
He was there when Isabella had been born, he was there when she first tripped on thin air, he was there when she asked her father what boobs are, and he was even there when she asked what virginity means, and when answered, asked again if her father was still a virgin with a serious expression on her angelic face.
He was also there when Draco was born, he was there to witness him flying his first broom, his first fist fight, his first signs of magic, even he dare say, his first time wetting his bed. Severus Snape had been there in the majority of his godchildren's life and in the dark confines of his office in the dungeons, he was missing those two lovable prats.
Draco might be a few feet away from him at this moment but he was, he repeated to himself, not the loving type and certainly not the missing type. He was actually not quite sure what led this on, but he was missing those two terribly.
Especially Isabella.
She was the more independent of the two and his heart broke when she decided to be on her own. There had been no contact with her since Voldemort claimed his physical body two years ago. The man sighed. He wished that all is well for that girl. She just turned 18, he remembered.
He was pulled out from his thoughts when someone knocked on his door. He was ready to snarl at whomever idiotic student of his but got cut short when he saw a very foreign yet familiar girl standing on his doorway.
"Uncle Sev." The girl greeted, worry etched on her features.
"Isabella..?" The man asked out loud.
The girl smiled, "Glad you could still remember me."
"Of course, dear!" Her grin widened when he came closer to her and held her hand, like he said, he was not very affectionate and Bella was glad for it. The man could tell.
Severus then looked at his Goddaughter closely, scrutinizing her every feature, comparing his last image of her when she left to her appearance now. Her eyes looked tired and there were dark bags under them, her skin was paler than usual and she was skinny. Not thin, but skinny.
"Merlin, Isabella! Are you killing yourself, my dear?" He gasped as he pulled her to a chair and settled down to another one. He charmed his kettle and it came to life to pour them tea. Severus offered her some.
"Thanks." The girl mumbled, feeling the hot liquid wash down her throat. She had missed this, the taste of homemade tea instead of those that could be brought in the store.
"First off," the girl started, gently putting down her tea. "I'm not trying to kill myself. I'm simply in a difficult situation at where I was staying." She gave her godfather a meaningful look, telling him that's all he's going to get.
"Second, I'm here because I asked Dumbledore for help." And so Isabella told her Uncle everything she planned on doing and everything Dumbledore told her that morning. Her Uncle doesn't seem fazed though, only mildy surprised when she mentioned she has a role on the old Headmaster's plan.
"Dumbledore has been busy." Snape commented finally, leaning back on his plush leather chair.
"You could say that again." The girl agreed.
"Does Draco know you're here?" Snape narrowed his eyes at her as Bella looked back at him sheepishly.
"I haven't got the time." She admitted, looking tired.
"You've got the time now." He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm talking to you, aren't i?" Bella countered smartly, smirking at the dark haired man.
His Godfather grinned, a genuine one, "Then I'm kicking you out."
The Golden Trio was seriously in trouble. They were running late and they only have approximately 3 minutes to dash across the castle to be on time for Potions. The three clutched their book bags as hard as they could as they dodge the busy hallways towards the dungeons.
Passing by the empty hallway near the DADA classrooms, a girl with long blond curly hair strutted out of Snape's office with a very disturbingly familiar smirk on her face.
The three looked at each other in silent conversation, reading each other's curious expressions. Who is this girl? They practically spell out with their faces. And why the bloody hell is she coming out of Snape's office?
Hermione Granger, still worried at being late, looked at her watched and gripped her two best friends on their sleeves and dragged them out their hiding place and just straight on asked the girl who she was politely, feeling ridiculous from hiding. Despite their row earlier this morning, desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Oh. Hi. I'm Bella. Have you seen Draco Malfoy?" Bella asked while studying the three Gryffindors eyeing her just as curiously. She looked at the three of them patiently, waiting for an answer.
"We're actually on our way to Potions, Malfoy is on our class." Hermione answered, smiling her dimpled grin at the girl.
"You could join us, you seem kind of lost." Harry offered kindly. The two looked at each other knowingly and started to casually walk towards the Dungeons.
"I'm Harry by the way." Harry extended his hand and the girl gripped it firmly. "This is Hermione and that's Ron."
Bella nodded at the two in acknowledgement but got a little uncomfortable because Ron was staring at her oddly.
"What's wrong with him?" she whispered to Harry, who just snorted in response and shook his head.
"Never mind him. He's been a bit loony lately." He answered, smiling charmingly.
She looked at the red head some more and got this feeling that she should know him. Red hair and freckled face… Something clicked in her mind and she pointed at Ron.
"You're a Weasley." She stated. There was no tone of distaste or judgment, no sign of disgust on her beautiful features; only pure astonishment.
Ron Weasley, feeling surprised at being acknowledge by a very pretty and hot witch, blushed from forehead to chest, feeling queasy. He smiled shyly at Bella and nodded.
"Are you friends with his older brothers?" asked Hermione curiously, too curiously.
"Oh no. I just recognize him from his hair and features." Bella admitted at the inquisitive girl. She then looked at Ron and said, "You're my cousin. A distant cousin but a cousin nonetheless."
The boy who was red faced a while ago now looked paler than usual. Harry and Hermione looked on in confusion at the two.
"Do you know each other?" Harry asked, a bit of accusation in his voice.
"Of course not. Just met him today. He's the first blood relative cousin I met." Bella informed the surprised and confused expression of the three students.
"I'm sorry. But you can't be a Weasley. You just can't." Hermione pressed on, feeling confused than ever. She started to feel like this girl is an escapee from St. Mungos.
"Merlin! I'm not a Weasley." The girl laughed, "I'm a Malfoy."
With that said, the Golden Trio was shocked yet again for the third time since walking with this girl who claims she's Ron's cousin and a Malfoy. The world must be getting mad.
"Please tell us you're joking." Ron, for the first time since walking with the girl, talked. His face was comically pleading at to stop this sick joke the gods have been playing on him.
"No." Bella answered seriously. "Why would you think that?" Bella Malfoy asked, confused at the uncomfortable faces she's receiving.
"We're…Just. Shocked." Hermione let out and eyeing her much closer now. She did looked similar to Malfoy. Now that she thought of it, her hair has the same shade as his and their eyes were the also the same steel grey though Malfoy's eyes looked darker and hers looked a bit light and carefree.
Hermione's thoughts were racing, some mentally charging at her for even knowing the difference between Malfoy's eyes and his sister's. She bit her lip and stared back at the self proclaimed Malfoy.
They were only a few paces down their Potions classroom, almost hearing the feint sounds of Horace Slughorn's old voice.
"I guess I shouldn't have announced it like that…" Bella mumbled looking anywhere but them. She eyed the classroom door and motioned for the three to go in.
"You're late because of me. I'm sorry." She apologized before knocking on the opened door. The three students ushered in, looking shameful at the professor. Horace Slughorn frowned at them but focused his attention to me.
"Yes, my dear, what can I do for you?" He asked impatiently.
"I'm here for Draco Malfoy. Professor Dumbledore has called him; he says it's an emergency." Bella reasoned out smoothly, spotting her brooding brother immediately. His head lifted up when he heard his name.
"And who are you, I dare ask, my dear?" Slughorn asked again, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"I'm Isabella Malfoy." The blonde announced.
"My sister." Draco Malfoy smirked, sauntering over to his long lost sister for two years. The rest of the class gaped at the girl with utmost surprise written on their faces.
Yes, the world must be really going wild.