Trusting Is Everything But A Name Is Not

After walking out of the Defense Work Room, Izzie found Harry, Ron and Hermione were waiting for her, "Hay. You guys didn't have to wait," she said.

"What are friends for?" Hermione asked.

"You just want to know what Lupin and I talked about."

"That too," Harry and Ron said at the same time.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Izzie said. She managed to fix her appearance with the Wiccan magic before going back to the class room to get her things.

"So, what happened?" Ron asked.

"Nothing."

"Hay. We are your friends, remember. You can tell us anything," Harry said.

"Speaking of truth telling. What was up in the Defense Work Room with the boggart?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, I thought so. We better hurry or we will be late for Divination," Izzie said.

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"So nice of you four to finally make it to my class today. And you are?" Professor Trelawney asked Hermione.

"Hermione Granger."

"Oh, you are going to be one of those," Professor Trelawney said, "And you?"

'One of what?' Hermione mouthed to Harry.

"Ron Weasley."

"Ah, a trouble maker. Just like your brothers, Gred and Feorge. And you?" Ron gave Trelawney a confused look.

'Gred and Feorge,' Izzie mouthed.

"Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter!" she choked, "Death is upon you. The Grim seeks you."

With that everyone in the class room started to whisper to one another, "The Grim?!"

Izzie leaned over to Harry and says, "Way to make a first impression."

"Thanks."

"And you, my dear?" Trelawney asked.

"Izzie Timberlake."

"That is not your real name."

"No. My full name is Elizabeth, but I go by Izzie."

"That is not what I was referring to, my dear. That was your mother's name. You and Mister Potter share a troubled past. Like star crossed lovers."

'Is she mental?' Izzie thought and gave Harry a look. Harry also looked like he was thinking the same thing.

"Take your seats, please."

Izzie turned to Harry and looped her arm around his own arm, "Yes, come on lover. Let's take our seats," they walked, more like she had to drag Harry to an empty table and finally did take their seats. Ron and Hermione followed them not able to keep the smile on their faces hidden after seeing the look Harry gave them when he sat down.

Professor Trelawney started class.

Ron leaned over to Harry and Izzie and asked, "What was she talking about? Is she mental or something?"

"I have no idea what her delusion is. She had me all the way up until she brought up the "star crossed lover" crap," Izzie whispered back to Ron.

"I understand the part about Harry having a troubled past but not you Izzie, right?" Hermione asked.

"I admit my past is not filled with sunflowers and puppies," Izzie said trying to dodge the question, "I'll give her some credit though, 'Timberlake' was my mother's name. But she could have read that in my file or somewhere. Some physic, huh?" Izzie asked while looking at Harry.

"Yeah. What do you mean she had you until?"

"What I mean is Harry, everyone knows what happened to the Harry Potter. Unless she has lived in a cave for the past thirteen years. Anyone can claim to be a physic. Though she does look like she could have lived in a cave for the past thirteen years."

"True," Harry said trying to hide a smile.

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During Izzie, Harry, Ron and Hermione's Double Divination, Lupin was in Professor Dumbledore's office discussing things during Lupin's prep period.

"How is Elizabeth settling in?" Dumbledore asked.

"Fine. I wouldn't let her hear you call her 'Elizabeth'. Even if you are Headmaster."

"I will keep that in mind," Dumbledore said while looking up and giving a smile of amusement, "And has she made any friends?"

"Yes," Remus returned the smile, "But I think you already knew she would make friends and with who."

"Well, I always had a feeling that history liked to repeat itself."

"Yes, I thought the same thing."

"Remus, I asked you to come to discuss the matter of Elizabeth and…Sirius Black. I just received a letter from Cornelius Fudge; Sirius Black was spotted in Hogsingtin. And this will be released in the Evening Prophet. I think that it is best you do not tell Elizabeth who her father is. Not yet."

"Yes I agree. This blow could damage her even more if she knew the truth. She believes her father to be dead. Last year she asked to see her adaptation papers from when she was a baby."

"Yes, it is only natural for a child to know where they came from. I will tell the rest of the staff no to say anything about this matter. I think her Hogsmeade trips should be stripped as well as Harry Potter's will be."

"Yes, I was going to strip the trips anyway from her because of Sirius's breakout."

"The Ministry still doesn't know that I hired you as the new Defense teacher or that you and Elizabeth are back in London. It just slipped my mind when they were here the other day. Now that I'm older, I tend to forget certain things."

"Yes, I know how you feel. Everyday Izzie likes to remind me that I'm getting older. Thank you Albus, for all you have done for us."

"You told me Elizabeth was having trouble sleeping because of the nightmare," Remus nodded, "Try to get her to write a Dream Journal. Does she already keep a diary?"

"Yes, but she would kill me if I tried reading the Dream Journal or even her diary for that matter," Remus said when thinking of the time he got caught reading her diary, at that time she nearly ripped him a new one.

"I would think it will be more for her own understanding and if she wishes she could show you the journal or even the meanings of her nightmares. Remus, she has questions that she needs to answer on her own."

"Alright, I will think about all that you have said. I'll give her a Dream Journal for her birthday. Good day to you, Albus."

"And the same to you, Remus."

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(Izzie's Dream at age 7)

"What the Hell was that…you freak?" Larry yelled at Izzie's running form heading toward the front door.

Izzie was almost to the door when Larry grabbed her by the hair and pulled back hard.

"But I didn't do anything," Izzie said through the pain and the tears.

He forced her to look at him, "Don't lie to me you Bitch," he punched her in the nose and you could hear a bone breaking noise. The force of the punch made Izzie fall side ways and land on the glass table, breaking it.

"I didn't mean to do it," Izzie said barely breathing. Larry was advancing on her.

"I think we should wake her."

"Hermione let her sleep in peace."

"But Ron look at her. How is that sleeping in peace?"

Harry, Ron and Hermione were watching Izzie toss and turn in her sleep. Ron was sharing the couch with Izzie before she had fallen asleep. Hermione sat in the chair beside the couch and Harry sat in front of Hermione on the floor.

"No!" Izzie screamed waking up and jolting to sit up quickly. Kicking Ron a few times in the process. Clearly still in her nightmare, breathing heavy and with tears in her eyes. Looking at the fireplace, she finally realized it was just a nightmare, "Shit," putting her face in her hands. She then let one hand fall down to her side on the couch.

"Izzie, are you okay?"

Izzie felt someone squeezing her hand. She looked down at the hand and then at the person the hand belonged to, "Yeah, Harry I'm fine," she lied, "Thank you," squeezing the offered hand back.

"Nightmare?" Ron asked rubbing his score leg.

"More like bad memories. Just be glad I didn't throw anyone across the room."

Ron laughed at the memory of Fred and George, but Hermione gave him a look and stopped.

"Izzie, you can tell us anything. We are your friends," Hermione said.

"Its just I don't sleep very well with theses memories and events that happened in the past, they keep on evading my mind when I sleep. Even worse when I'm not sleeping if that is possible. Memories and events I just want to forget, because it's too painful to remember."

She continued, "I can't talk to anyone about them because no one knows what it is like to…," she took a deep breath, "To discover you can do things with your mind. And then to have someone beat you to death for what you can do and what you are. That being different like that is wrong."

"Who?"

"My foster father caught me making my Barbie stationary flout in the air and making them play all by itself when I was seven. The first time I did magic he freaked and beat me to an inch of my life for what I could do, for being a witch, being different. He hit me and broke my nose and the force of the punch made me fall and break the glass table I landed on. Shattering the glass everywhere on the floor and in my body. But…here is the kicker…he didn't stop there."

"Oh my God," Hermione shrieked with tears in her eyes.

"I spent months in the hospital healing. And in the mean time Lupin was working to gain full custody of me for good. He had been trying since I was a baby, he told me. When I was released from the hospital, Lupin took me to a magical healer to heal me all the way. To not cause any scaring. But I still got some scars in the end. The healer couldn't do anything about the other scars from previous events."

"That's why you wear long sleeve clothing all the time," Ron said.

"Yeah," Izzie said lifting her shirt up a little to show some jagged scars that would never vanish when she was seven, "I owe Lupin a lot."

After a moment of silence, "So, I told you my secret. What's yours? I mean, you three are always so secretaries and whispering about something. Came on, it's not fair. Spill it."

Harry started, "Do you know who Sirius Black is?"

They explained what they knew about Sirius Black and how according to the Daily Prophet, citings of him getting closer to Hogwarts. They also told her what Mr. Weasley said, Ron's father, to Harry before leaving for school.

"You think his is after you Harry?"

"Well, it all fits. Doesn't?" Harry asked Izzie.

"Yes some of it. But there are a lot of wholes in the facts. I mean if Voldemort couldn't kill you when you were a baby, Harry, why Black would think he had a chance of killing you."

"You said it," Ron said wide eyed.

"Said what Ron?"

"You-Know-Who."

"Voldemort?" Izzie questioned looking very confused.

"Yes," Ron squealed.

"Come off it Ron. It's just a name. A name can't bring fear," Izzie stated.

"But it's the person who owns the name."

"Exactly, a name can't bring fear. It's the person behind the name who brings the fear. I don't understand why people fear a name…that name. It's just a name."

"Exactly my point since the beginning," Harry said.

"Well, I'm going to leave you three to ponder over that name. I'm going to bed. It's late."

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That night, Izzie didn't dream one bad dream. No nightmares at all. Instead she dreamed of her new friends and making Snape dance around in Neville's grandmother's clothing.

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