I love Dumbledore's reaction, he's fantastic And Snape stomping on Izabella's foot And Lucius's concern Amazing chapter, congrats!

Yayy thank you! Next chapter soon!

Chapter Twenty-Four - The Traitor
The week flew by, and suddenly it was Saturday. The sun was setting and the cold grey sky hung above Hogwarts, threatening to rain. There was a knock at the door and Snape entered.

“I'm almost ready.” Izabella said, smoothing out her heavy black robes and looking into the mirror at the deathly pale face that stared back at her.
“Umbridge is in her office. If anyone asks, we are attending an unavoidable family event.” said Snape. Izabella nodded and fastened her cloak around her.

“Lets go.” Izabella said, swiftly following Snape out of the room. They walked through Hogwarts quickly, their heads bent low. Their black robes camouflaged them against the dark evening as they crossed the grounds and left the school. Stopping just before they entered Hogsmede, Snape looked down at Izabella.

“About Lucius...” Snape started but Izabella shook her head.
“I don't want to talk about it.” she said sharply.
“Did he upset you?”
“No. No, he didn't do anything. I just... started thinking. About how different things could have been.” she said quietly.

“You wish you had said yes to him?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“No... Well yes but... I don't know. I love Sirius. I do... But I'd love to have a family, a proper home.” Izabella said, fiddling with her hands and looking at the floor.
“You will. One day.” Snape said gently, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Izabella smiled then shook her head and sighed.

“Come on. We need to get going.” she said, closing her eyes briefly. Her face became clear and expressionless. Snape nodded, then disapparated, keeping his hand firmly on her shoulder. Landing outside the gates of Malfoy Manor, Izabella took a breath before walking through the gates and up the gravelled pathway.

Narcissa opened the door and pointedly ignored Izabella, welcoming Snape and leading him into the house. Izabella rolled her eyes and stepped into the large Entrance Hall, shutting the door behind her.

“The Dark Lord is waiting in the drawing room.” Narcissa said quietly. Izabella and Snape followed her into a gloomy, candle-lit room with a long rectangular table, around which were figures clad in black robes.

“Ah... Severus, Izabella.” said a cold voice from the far end of the room. “Come, sit.” he said gesturing to seats either side of him. Izabella smiled and walked the distance of the table, curtseying low to Voldemort before she took her seat, smiling smugly at Bellatrix who sat beside her sister, futher down the table. A door opened behind her.

“Lucius, take a seat next to Izabella.” Voldemort said, his snake-like eyes glinting. Izabella kept her eyes low as Malfoy was seated beside her.
“Where is Wormtail?” Voldemort asked.
“I shall go and get him my Lord.” said Bellatrix eagerly, rushing from the room. Izabella's heart beat fast and she clenched her jaw. As he scurried into the room, Izabella watched him, disgust on her face. Snape stared at Izabella cautiously.

“Are you still upset with Wormtail? For betraying your friends?” Voldemort asked curiously.
“Of course not my Lord. However I despise everything about this rat.” Izabella spat harshly. Wormtail shifted awkwardly, avoiding her face.
“And why would that be?”

There was a pause.
“Because, I believe my Lord, that it was Wormtail's fault that you couldn't kill Potter 14 years ago.” she stated, enjoying seeing Wormtail squirm. There was a mumble of conversations which was silenced when Voldemort raised his hand. He looked at Izabella and she continued.

“Well how would a baby be able to survive a curse from someone as talented and powerful as you?” she said in an innocent voice. “Perhaps, Wormtail decided to place a protective spell on the boy because he was feeling guilty for betraying his friends, ... or maybe he actually liked them.” she suggested, glaring at Wormtail from across the room. Voldemort looked thoughtful as Wormtail protested.

“I... No... This is incorrect... I am loyal... my Lord, you can't believe her. She's the traitor!” Wormtail gasped.
“Silence!” Voldemort looked around the table, his red eyes passing each face. “Does anyone else believe that Izabella is a traitor? That she is, perhaps, on Potter's side?”

The Death Eaters were silent, their gazes dropped to the table. Malfoy cleared his throat.
“No my Lord. Izabella has achieved much since her return. I trust her.” he declared, causing Narcissa to glower at him darkly. Izabella glanced at him and smiled appreciatively.
“Very well. Leave Wormtail.” Voldemort demanded in a loathsome voice, glaring at him until the door shut behind him.

“Anything to report?” Voldemort asked, turning to Snape.
“The Order are still taking Guard Duty. Dumbledore is becoming worried about Potter and his... mental state. Umbridge has been appointed High Inquisitor and shall be inspecting our teaching.” he finished, a bitter note to his voice.
“I have already been inspected and was told I am an adequate teacher.” Izabella said, pursing her lips.

“But Draco has been informing us that you are excellent... especially after your little talk.” Voldemort said, leaning towards Izabella slightly. She smiled and dropped her head slightly.
“I hope you don't mind my Lord.”
“Of course not. You were right, you have a job to do. And your relationship with the boy?”
Izabella grinned.

“Very strong my Lord. Potter often comes and talks to me, he trusts me.” she said proudly. Voldemort nodded then placed his bony hand on top of hers.
“You have done well. Very well.” he said smiling.
“Thank you my Lord.” Izabella said delightedly, dropping her gaze and blushing effectively.

Yaxley cleared his throat and leant forward on the table.
“My Lord, we were wondering, when we are going to seize power?” he asked eagerly in his rough voice. Voldemort was silent and the Death Eaters tensed.
“Not quite yet.” he said at last, thoughtfully. “By staying under ground we are putting a wedge between Dumbledore and the Ministry. Putting doubts in people's mind about the Boy Who Lived.”

There was a mumble of agreement amongst them, the Death Eaters looking up at Voldemort admiringly. He gestured lazily and immediately the occupants of the room stood up, bowed low towards Voldemort then left the drawing room, Narcissa and Bellatrix rushing ahead to bid farewell to their guests. Snape had stood and was standing behind his chair patiently, Izabella rose slowly and was beckoned by Voldemort. He took her hand in his cold one.

“I am very proud of everything you are doing, you are proving more useful than I could ever of imagined.” he said to her. She smiled and bowed her head.
“Thank you my Lord.” she said quietly.
“And I know Lucius is enjoying having you around again.” he said slyly.
“Of course my Lord.” Lucius said from the side of the room where he was standing. He smiled towards Izabella and held out his hand. Giving Lucius her hand warily, Izabella watched as he lifted it and gently kissed the top of her hand. She smiled slightly, then turned back to Voldemort and curtseyed.

“Goodbye my Lord.”
“Goodbye Izabella, Severus.”
Snape bowed his head curtly then waited by the door for Izabella as she smiled at Malfoy once more.
“See you soon.” he said quietly. She nodded in reply then followed her brother out into the Entrance Hall.

“Goodbye Severus.” Narcissa said haughtily.
“Goodbye Narcissa, Bellatrix.” Izabella said cheerfully, beaming at them falsey as she passed them and leaving the house. Snape rolled his eyes and followed her out.

As they walked through the gates, he sighed.
“Well you certainly have everyone wrapped around your little finger.”
Izabella grinned, raised her eyebrows at Snape, then disapparated.

Hey Jazz. Excellent writing. I loved the posts and am finding myself liking Snape as he is a loving and loyal brother. I just can't stand him any other time. And don't even get me started on Lucius Mafoy!

That was a clever theory Isabella gave Voldemort about thinking maybe Wormtail caused the curse to fail on Harry. Of course I know she was just making that up to cover the look she had on her face. She really can't stand Wormtail because of the traitor that he was to James and Lily. And I love that Voldemort was thoughtful of her theory. Let's see, he really doesn't know why the spell backfired on him at this point does he? Maybe Wormtail better mind his P's and Q's around Voldemort for awhile,before he decides to believe her theory.

Great posts Jazz. I'll be waiting for your next.

Your writing keeps getting better and better! This chapter was fantastic, Izabella is brilliant, and I totally love Lucius

Thank you Connie!
Indeed! She had to find some excuse to hide her hatred for Wormtail. But he definitely needs to watch himself around Voldemort Next chapter soon!

Thankyou! Well you know what they say, practise makes perfect! Yayyy! Next chapter soon!

She really does have just about everyone wrapped around her finger Does Lucius realize he's married? And I loved Izabella's theory dealing with Wormtail; very good thinking on her part, to cover her tail. And the whole Narcissa jealousy thing is hilarious. I love the posts, and can't wait to see what more happens! Please PAMS!

Thankyou!

Chapter Twenty-Five - Intercepted
Izabella walked slowly through the empty corridors, deciding to spend her free lesson in the staff room. She passed a window and sighed at the rain that was slamming down onto the glass. Turning her back on the gloomy weather she continued down the steps, frowning as she saw Harry hurrying across the Entrance Hall.

“Harry?” she called out, quickly stepping down the rest of the staircase. He turned and made his way over, clutching a letter, his expression thoughtful. “Why are you out of lesson?” she asked.

“Hedwig's hurt. I took her to Professor Grubbly-Plank.” he said worriedly. He held out his hand and passed her the parchment. Izabella glanced around, before unfolding the letter and scanning it quickly, recognising the handwriting.

Same time, same place.

“You think she's been intercepted?” she asked in a low voice.
Harry shrugged, his frown deepening.
“It wouldn't matter anyway, no one would understand what it meant.” he said, although he didn't sound very convinced.
“Should I write to Sirius and tell him not to?” Izabella wondered, biting her lip. Harry shook his head and Izabella sighed.
“Right, well you better get back to class. I'll see you in the Gryffindor common room later.” she tried to smile, but it turned into more of a grimace. Harry nodded and turned down the corridor. Izabella watched him for a moment, her expression concerned then continued on to the staff room.

*

Izabella left her room, looking about the corridors before she set off towards Gryffindor tower. She walked quickly, her eyes darting about the hallways. The portrait swung open and she crawled through. Standing up she spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione by the fire.

“Hey,” Izabella said, sitting on the sofa, curling her legs up underneath her. They mumbled a response, their noses buried in books.
“Getting a lot of homework?” she asked sympathetically. Ron gave her a dark look.
“Thanks to your brother.” he grumbled, frowning at his Potions book.
Izabella laughed.
“I'd have a word with him but I don't think it would change anything.” she said, grinning slightly. Harry sighed and picked up his book. As the light from the fire hit his hand, Izabella frowned and grabbed his wrist.

“What's this?” she asked in a low voice as she stared at the back of his hand. He tried to pull his hand away, but Izabella kept her grip strong.
“It's nothing.” he protested as Ron and Hermione exchanged a look.
“I am going to kill Umbridge.” Izabella's voice was dark as she stood up and strode towards to the portrait hole.

“No Izabella!” Harry said, grabbing her hand and pulling her back onto the sofa. “It's what she wants. Just leave it.”
“Harry this is unacceptable. We have to tell Dumbledore.”
“We said that.” Hermione said, giving Harry a look which he ignored.
“Please Izabella.” Harry said quietly. Izabella looked at him and sighed as there was a pop from the fire.

“What's happened?” Sirius' voice said, his eyes darting from Izabella to Harry. Izabella glanced at Harry then moved to the floor by the fire and smiled at Sirius.
“Nothing.” she said, looking into his eyes. He frowned slightly but didn't elaborate.

“How are things?” he asked, looking out of the fire at them.
“Not good.” Harry said miserably as he threw down his homework and joined Izabella on the rug by the fire. “There's a new decree which means we can't have Quidditch teams or-”
“Or secret Defence Against the Dark Arts groups?” Sirius asked grinning. Izabella frowned. Harry, Ron and Hermione's faces flushed slightly.

“How did you know?” Harry said.
“I wouldn't suggest using the Hog's Head in future.” Sirius said with a laugh.
“Who heard us?” Harry demanded.
“Mundungus. He was the witch in the veil.” he said chuckling.
“I'm still being followed?” Harry said, his voice annoyed.
“Of course you are.” Sirius said plainly.

Izabella cleared her throat pointedly.
“Would someone please tell me what is going on?” she said exasperatedly.
“They are planning to teach themselves Defence.” Sirius explained, when no one spoke. Izabella raised an eyebrow.
“You are a good teacher Izabella, it's just...” Harry explained.
“With Umbridge... You won't be able to teach us useful things... Like spells and stuff.” Hermione said anxiously. Izabella raised an eyebrow.

“Oh come on Izzy. You know they need to be able to defend themselves.” Sirius said gently. She nodded.
“I know but... What if Umbridge catches you?” she said quickly.
“That's the thing, we need somewhere to practise.” Harry said.
“How about behind that mirror on the fourth floor?” Sirius suggested.

“Hang on! Sirius, why are you encouraging them?” Izabella interrupted, her voice shrill. He rolled his eyes.
“It's a great idea!” He turned to Harry. “Me and your father wouldn't of taken orders from a hag like Umbridge.”
“Well that's one reason why you shouldn't do it.” Izabella said to Harry. Sirius narrowed his eyes at her.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well if it's something you and James would have done, then it isn't going to be a very clever idea.” she said, raising her eyebrow at Sirius. He opened his mouth to retaliate but Harry interrupted them.

“Anyway we haven't got anywhere to practise so it probably won't happen.” he said, disheartened.
“I'll have a think and get back to you.” Sirius said with a wink. “Don't listen to Izabella. She used to get in trouble all the time.”
“Because of you!” she protested. Sirius grinned. Harry, Ron and Hermione laughed fondly.

Sirius' face suddenly became tense and he turned his head sharply, looking alarmed.
“Sirius?” Harry asked anxiously but he disappeared with a pop. Izabella frowned and stood up, her hand holding her wand tightly. Hermione gasped and jumped away from the fire as a small podgy hand appeared in the flames, reaching out and grabbing at thin air when Sirius' head had just been.

“Run!” Izabella yelled, pulling Harry up from beside the fire and pushing him up the stairs. The others followed him quickly. Izabella leant against the wall, sucking in so she couldn't been seen from the fire, watching the hand snatch at the air for a few moments before it flopped and withdrew from the fire.

With a sigh of relief she collapsed into the chair, her forehead creased and her expression concerned.

My favourite part I want more Lucius Please update soon and Happy Easter

I think Lucius is in the next chapter don't worry Happy Easter!!

Chapter Twenty-Six - Quidditch
The Great Hall was buzzing with excitement on the morning of the first Quidditch match of the year. Izabella sat at the Head table, watching the Slytherin team hurl insults at the Gryffindor table.

“Your house have horrible tactics.” Izabella said to Snape as he sat beside her, turning a blind eye to Malfoy as he attempted to jinx Angelina Johnson. McGonagall sniffed in annoyance and glared at Snape before rushing out of the Great Hall to take her place in the stands.

Izabella chuckled then pulled on her cloak and walked down to the pitch with Snape. The frost covered grass crunched beneath their feet and a cold wind blew the grey clouds across the sky. They climbed the steps up to the teacher's stand and took a seat on the front row. Izabella looked out across the pitch, smiling as she remembered her and Lily cheering for James in their final year at school.

Izabella jumped slightly as a voice came from behind her.
“Izabella, Severus.” came the drawling sound of Lucius Malfoy. “Mind if I sit with you?” he said, taking the seat beside Izabella without waiting for a reply. Izabella sighed quietly, turning to face the pitch.

“I take it you're supporting Slytherin?” Malfoy asked her.
“I'm supporting both teams actually.” said Izabella smiling sweetly and clapping as the teams came out onto the pitch. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Snape over Izabella's head then turned as the balls were released and the game began.

Slytherin took the lead, causing a raucous chorus of 'Weasley Is Our King' and Izabella glanced at Harry as he circled the pitch.

Come on Harry, she thought to herself, willing him to catch the snitch and end the game as Ron let in another ball.
Suddenly Harry dived. Izabella sat up in her seat, perching on the edge of the chair as she clung to the front of the stands, watching Harry and Draco race after the snitch.

“Catch it Draco.” Lucius mumbled his eyes darting across the pitch as he watched the seekers. Harry's fingers closed over the tiny golden ball and the Gryffindor crowd errupted. Izabella smiled to herself and sat back in her seat, clapping gently.

Lucius cursed and leant back in his chair moodily. Snape sighed.

Izabella frowned as she looked down onto the grass. A group of people were struggling with each other, Izabella recognised Harry holding back George. Draco stood by the group, laughing openly and Izabella groaned.

Snape and Lucius had spotted the commotion and were watching intently. Suddenly, Harry and George were running at Malfoy and jumped on him, Harry's fist making contact with Draco's stomach. Izabella gasped and Lucius stood up, shouting furiously. Madam Hooch intervened and the players were sent back to the castle. McGonagall stood up and quickly made her way back up to the school, mumbling to herself.

The crowds slowly dispersed and Snape, Izabella and Lucius made their way down the stairs, Lucius ranting the whole way.

“We'll take you to see Draco.” Snape said, leading them back up to the castle. Izabella followed curiously and snorted when they headed to the Hospital Wing.
“Oh come on. They only punched him.” she said.
Snape gave her a dark look and she rolled her eyes as she followed Lucius into the Hospital Wing.

Draco was lying in bed, groaning whilst his father and Madam Pomfrey stood by his bed. Izabella sat on the empty bed opposite as Snape stood by Draco, asking him to describe what happened.

At that moment Umbridge strolled in, making her way over and looking down at Draco sympathetically.
“I am very sorry about this Mr Malfoy.” she said to Lucius. “I came to tell you that Potter and the Weasley boys will be punished very severly. I have, myself, given them a life time ban. So you can be assured that they will never play Quidditch again.”
Izabella shook her head.

“Don't you think that's a bit harsh Dolores?” she said coldly.
“No I don't.” she said, smiling falsely before turning and leaving the Hospital Wing. Izabella watched her leave, a look of contempt on her face.

“You may leave now Draco, you're fine.” Madam Pomfrey said, patting Draco on the shoulder then retreating to her office.
“I shall escort you back to the common room.” Snape said, as Draco slid off the bed and, still clutching his stomach, left the Hospital Wing after bidding farewell to his father.

“Care to show me out?” said Lucius, smiling at Izabella as they were left alone.
“I'm sure you know the way.” she said coldly.
“Please?” he said gently.
With a sigh, Izabella lead him out, stomping her feet childishly.

The corridors were empty and eerily silent. Izabella walked quickly ahead of Lucius until suddenly he grabbed her hand and pulled her round to face him. He kept hold of her hand, pulling her close towards him.

“Lucius stop this! What about Narcissa? What about your son?” Izabella demanded, pulling away from him.
“What about them?”
“You're married!”
“I know Izabella but-”
“But nothing. Look, I chose Sirius once and now I'm doing it again-” she stopped suddenly and turned away from him, cursing herself silently. He was quiet for a moment and when he spoke his voice was dark and dangerous.

“You're in contact with him?”
“No I don't know where he is.” she said hastily.
“If you do-”
“I don't! I just meant... When I find him. I will choose him. I will always choose him.” she explained with a shrug. He looked at her for a moment, his grey eyes looking into her brown ones.

“Fine.” he said coldly.
“Lucius,” she started gently but he held up a hand.
“I understand Izabella.” he said quietly. “I'll see you around.” Avoiding her eyes, he passed her and quickly made his way out of the castle. Izabella sighed as she watched him leave, his figure becoming smaller as he crossed the grounds and left the school.

Yayy, more Lucius

Oooh, I loved the chapters! Annd that was a major slip up on Izabella's part; won't that cause suspicion with Voldemort? Isn't her cover basically thrown now? Great post! Please PAMS!

I thought you'd like this chapter He won't be in it much until the end though...

Thank you! Hmmm we'll have to wait and see!

Hey Jazz. Excellent writing. I enjoyed both chapters, and at first I was thinking the same as Emily, but, Izabella is very resourceful. I'm confident she'll have a logical reason to tell Voldy if he says anything... Draco could be upset with her for trying to step in between his mother and father... Harry could start not trusting even resenting her, and was keeping his distance from her... I'm sure she'll come up with something. I have complete trust in you. I'll be watching for your next chapter.

Thank you Connie! Well lets just see what she uses as her excuse... Next chapter as soon as possible!

One word AMAZING!!!!!!! I love esspecially how you mad e Isabella fit so well in the Harry Potter story. You deffinately talent PAMS!!!!!!!!!! I'm Hooked I can't wait to read more!!

Wow can't believe you've finished it already! Awww thank you Tali!! Working on the next chapter now!

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Winter Time
As winter came, the castle became cold and miserable. People hurried through the corridors between lessons and huddled around the fire at every chance they had. Izabella was becoming increasingly moody, missing Sirius yet trying to keep her mind clear at all times.

She knew that Lucius would of reported what she had let slip about Sirius and she needed to be prepared for any interrogations from Voldemort. At night she lay in bed, wrapped in thick blankets, staring at the ceiling unable to sleep. Her mind was in turmoil. Worrying how much Lucius had told Voldemort and wanting to talk to Sirius, yet knowing that Umbridge was watching her closely.

She hated being away from Sirius. When she wasn't with him, or at least thinking of him, it gave her time to think about Lucius. Shaking herself hard whenever she found herself daydreaming, she switched her thoughts to Harry, but she hardly ever saw Harry and when she did he was distant with her. He constantly looked lost, or angry. But he didn't want her help.

Her insides were being torn apart and it was showing. Her usually shining dark hair had become dull and hung around her deathly pale face like curtains, framing her dark sunken eyes. Her slim frame was decreasing rapidly along with her appetite and she always avoided mirrors. Her reflection showed a Death Eater and it scared her.

Izabella had taken to avoiding Snape; whenever she was near him he bombarded her with worries and potions to try and make her healthier. Eventually she snapped at him, quite harshly, and he stopped. Although she often caught him casting her concerned looks, which she always ignored.

As the Christmas holidays crept closer, Izabella became more frantic to return to Grimauld Place. She was lying in bed, curled up against the cold, when she heard voices from outside her room. Frowning, she listened for a moment but there was quiet once more so she rolled over and squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to get some sleep. Again, there was the sound of hurried feet outside her room and she sat up, listening intently. When the footsteps returned, increasing in numbers, the sound of hushed voices echoed around the corridors. Izabella slid out of bed, wrapping her arms around herself tightly and opened her door. McGonagall was leading Ginny and the twins along the hallway.

“What's happened?” Izabella whispered, shivering as her feet stepped on the icy stone floor.
“Arthur's been injured... On duty.” McGonagall responded quietly, her face tense. Izabella glanced at the Weasley's and sighed sympathetically. Their bleary faces looked confused and scared.

“But how did Harry know that Dad was hurt?” Ginny asked sleepily. Izabella whipped her head to look at McGonagall who nodded slightly, looking at Izabella with a concerned face. She felt like she'd swallowed a bucket of ice water.
“Is Harry with Dumbledore? I need to see him.” she said, her jaw tense.
“No Izabella. You can't. If Umbridge...” McGonagall faded off, looking about the corridors quickly then pushing the Weasleys forward. “Just stay here. I'm sure Dumbledore will come and speak to you soon.” she said firmly before rushing off towards the Headmaster's office, pushing the children ahead of her.

Izabella went back into her room and sat on her bed, shuddering against the chilly air. She was having an internal battle with herself, chewing her lip and frowning. Eventually she sighed, yanking a jumper out of her wardrobe and pulling it over her head as she ran down the corridors as quietly as possibly.

“Fizzing Whizzbee,” she said impatiently to the gargoyle, jumping onto the
stair case and running to the door. She knocked quickly then burst into the room.
“Harry-”
But he had gone. Izabella's shoulders drooped and she looked up at Dumbledore sat behind his desk. He hadn't acknowledged her, but was looking at the desk, his expression thoughtful yet concerned.

“Izabella.” McGonagall said reproachfully from beside Dumbledore, her face stern.
“I'm sorry.” Izabella said breathlessly. “I need to see Harry.”
At the desperation in her voice, Dumbledore looked up and spoke kindly.
“He's fine. They're with Sirius.”
Izabella whimpered quietly and looked at the floor, running a hand through her hair and wiping away the tear that fell down her cheek.

“You can see them both soon. Term ends in two days-”
“I need to go now.” said Izabella, raising her voice slightly as she interrupted Dumbledore. He tilted his head slightly to one side.
“Two days Izabella.” he said in a deep firm voice. Izabella gave him a stony look for a moment, then sighed.
“Okay.” she said quietly.

“What is going on?” came a high-pitched voice from the doorway. Umbridge entered the office, looking between them all with a raised eyebrow.
“I have been informed that Arthur Weasley has been seriously hurt and so have sent his children and Harry home to-”
“Harry Potter?” Umbridge asked, her voice cold.
“Yes Dolores.” Dumbledore said pleasantly.
“How does this matter concern him?”
“Arthur is practically his family,” Izabella said glaring at Umbridge.

“They cannot leave school before term ends!” Umbridge said, her voice becoming higher as it became louder.
“They can and they have Dolores. Now I think we all need to get some rest, it is getting late.” Dumbledore said firmly. Umbridge tried to protest but was herding out by McGonagall. Izabella rolled her eyes then looked back at Dumbledore.

“Take care of yourself.” he said gently, looking at her through sad eyes. Izabella sighed and nodded.

“'Night.” she said glumly as she left the office and returned to her room. Her bed was as cold as ice, but she couldn't sleep anyway. Concerned about Harry and needing to see Sirius, Izabella lay awake, watching the night drift into morning through the window. As the light from outside the window brightened, she dragged herself out of bed and dressed quickly, her head fuzzy with tiredness and her stomach in knots.

Excellent!!!! I especially love how you write Umbridge and Dumbledore You write them just like in the books!! PAMS

Awww thankyou! I love writing Dumbledore, he is fantastic!

Very sad chapter, but still an excellent one! I'm so sorry for Izabella, having such a harsh time...

Aww I know, poor Izabella. Next chapter soon!

Sorry for the wait everyone, I got a bit caught up in all the Royal Wedding celebrations and haven't had time to write. But it was a fantastic day and I have never been so proud to be British!
Anyway, hope you all enjoy the chapter... It's a long one! And it's also a bit romantic and lovey-dovey. Must be the wedding affecting me!

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Finally Home
The next two days passed painfully slowly. Izabella tried not to watch the clock, but as the end of term crept closer she found herself staring at the hands ticking away.

As the bell signalled the end of the day, she rushed to her room, pulling on a cloak and flicking her wand at her already packed trunk. Levitating her luggage in front of her she hurried through the corridors, squeezing past the excited students who were preparing to leave for Hogsmede station.

“Izabella.”
She stopped in the Entrance Hall, turning impatiently at the voice.
“What?” she snapped as Snape approached her. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her curiously.
“In a hurry?”
“Obviously Severus.” she said rolling her eyes and tapping her foot pointedly. He stared at her for a long moment then nodded slightly.

“Well take care of yourself. Have a good Christmas.” he said quietly. Izabella sighed and placed a hand on his arm.
“Come and spend Christmas with us?” she asked.
“I'm sure Sirius would love that.” Snape said sarcastically, arching his eyebrows. Izabella laughed slightly.
“I want you there,” she said firmly. Snape nodded slightly and she smiled. “I need to go.” said Izabella as she tightened her cloak around her, catching sight of the snowflakes beginning to fall outside the window.
“I'll see you soon.” Izabella called over her shoulder as she dashed across the Entrance Hall and out into the cold winter air.

As she passed through the iron gates, Izabella stopped and turned to look back at Hogwarts. The castle stood majestically amongst the swirling snow which had started to fall heavily. She smiled to herself then placed a hand on her trunk and disapparated.

A wave of relief rushed through her body as she landed on the steps of Grimauld Place. She beamed and knocked loudly, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly.
Mrs Weasley pulled back the door, her face pale and lined, but still smiling cheerfully.

“Hello dear,” she said welcomingly, stepping back to let her into the house.
“How are you Molly?” Izabella asked gently, dragging her trunk into the hallway and dumping it in a corner.
“I'm doing okay, thank you.” she said.

Izabella smiled then snapped her head to the kitchen door as it creaked open. With a grin, she ran at Sirius and jumped into his open arms, locking her hands behind his neck and laughing as he picked her up and squeezed her tightly. She pulled her face back as he placed her feet back on the ground and she looked up at him, smiling irresistably.
“Hello,” Sirius said, grinning. Izabella laughed and reached up on her toes, pressing her lips against his for a long moment.

Sirius' hands rested on her waist, causing him to look down at her and frown deeply.
“Have you been eating properly?” Sirius asked in a concerned voice.
“You are looking rather thin dear.” scolded Mrs Weasley. Izabella waved her hand slightly and rolled her eyes.
“I'm fine,” she insisted as she pulled out of Sirius' grasp and made her way into the kitchen, avoiding his worried eyes. Sirius and Mrs Weasley followed her into the kitchen and she could feel Sirius' eyes on her thin frame as she greeted Lupin.

“How's Arthur?” Izabella asked, taking a seat at the table and leaning against Sirius as he sat beside her.
“He's doing well. He should be able to leave St. Mungo's soon.” Mrs Weasley said with smile.
“It could have been far worse.” Lupin said and everyone at the table nodded.
“How's Harry?” asked Izabella in a quiet voice. Mrs Weasley sighed.
“He hardly comes out of his room. He's avoiding us I think.” she said in a sad voice. Izabella sighed and started chewing on her lip gently.
“Don't worry.” Sirius said in her ear, stroking her arm gently. “He'll be fine.”
Izabella turned to him and smiled.
“I know.” she said with a sigh, lifting her face to kiss his cheek softly.

“I'll go and call them actually, dinner will be ready soon.” Mrs Weasley said, standing up.
“I'll help you serve dinner.” Izabella said, making to get out of her seat.
“You can stay where you are. You've only just got here.” said Mrs Weasley sternly as she hurried up the stairs. Izabella shook her head fondly and relaxed back into her chair.

There was footsteps on the stairs accompanied by hushed voices as they passed Mrs Black's portrait. The Weasley's burst into the kitchen, greeting Izabella enthusiastically. Izabella smiled then turned to the doorway as Harry walked in, dragging his feet along the floorboards. Izabella's forehead creased and she rushed forward, gathering Harry in her arms and hugging him tightly.

“Stop blaming yourself. You saved Arthur's life.” she whispered in his ear. He nodded slightly and attempted a smile.
“It's good to see you.” he said quietly. Izabella smoothed his hair affectionately and smiled, leading him over to the table, where Sirius patted his back and smiled encouragingly.

“This looks great Molly.” Izabella said appreciatively as a plate piled high with food was placed in front of her. Sirius laughed as he watched her eat.
“Do they not feed you at Hogwarts anymore?” he asked as Izabella shovelled food into her mouth. Izabella grinned. She was glad to be home.

The table buzzed with conversation, but Harry was quiet, only speaking when someone asked him a direct question. Izabella's forehead creased in worry and she glanced at Sirius, but he was enjoying the company too much and didn't seem to notice Harry's moods. When he finished his dinner, Harry pushed his plate away from him and stood up.
“Thanks Mrs Weasley.” he mumbled as he wandered out of the kitchen.
Izabella watched him leave and sighed. Lupin was sat across from her and smiled gently.

“He'll be fine.” he said quietly. Izabella nodded slightly as Sirius turned in his chair, listening to their conversation. “Don't worry about him.” said Lupin, leaining forward on the table.
“I can't help it.” Izabella protested.
“You're making yourself ill Izzy. You need to relax.” said Sirius seriously. Izabella rolled her eyes and sighed.
“You sound like Severus. I'm not ill.” she demanded.
“You are.”
“It's stressful being a teacher.” she said vaguely, desperately thinking of a change in conversation.

“Has something happened?” Lupin asked gently. Izabella swallowed loudly and turned to look at Sirius.
“I accidently told Lucius that I knew where you were.” she said quickly.
Lupin sighed and looked concerned but Sirius narrowed his eyes.
“When have you seen Lucius?” he asked suspiciously.
“He came to watch the Quidditch match.” said Izabella innocently.
“And how did I come up in conversation?”
Izabella looked away from him, staring at the table.

“He tried to kiss me and I told him that I love you.” she said in a fast voice, tensing for his reaction.
“WHAT?” Sirius yelled, his voice angry. The conversation around the table stopped and the Weasleys turned to look, curiously, at their end of the table. “I am going to kill him.” Sirius said furiously, standing up and heading for the door, his wand held tightly in his hand.

“Sirius no!” Izabella said grabbing his arm and attempting to pull him back. Lupin stood up, ready to stop him, but Izabella had her hands on his cheeks forcing him to look at her.
“Sirius please!” she begged. “Don't.”

She looked into his eyes and he sighed. Sirius stopped struggling and Lupin sat down warily. There was a silence which filled the room as the Weasleys stared between Izabella and Sirius, confused. A knock at the door ended the silence and Mrs Weasley hurried out to see who the visitor was. There was a mumble of conversation followed by footsteps on the stairs. Mrs Weasley came back into the kitchen.

“It was Hermione. She's gone straight to see Harry and asked you two to go as well.” she said gesturing to Ron and Ginny. They nodded slightly then stood up, casting a final interested look at Sirius, then left the kitchen.
“I want you two to come and help me with the attic.” Mrs Weasley said, herding Fred and George out of the kitchen, ignoring their complaints. The kitchen door shut with a click.

Sirius was still stood in the middle of the room, his wand still in his hand, and glaring at the stone floor. Izabella stood near him, his body tense and watching Sirius closely.
“What did Lucius say?” Lupin asked in a quiet voice.
“He asked if I knew where Sirius was and I said no. I don't think he believed me though.” she replied, not taking her eyes off Sirius.
Lupin sighed.
“Sirius sit down. You heard Izabella. She loves you.” he said in a tired voice.
Sirius looked up at Lupin then Izabella, his expression stony and his voice dangerous.

“If he ever touches you again-”
“You'll be the first to know and I won't stand in your way when you try and kill him.” Izabella interrupted quickly. He looked at her for a moment then nodded and returned his wand to his pocket, taking a seat but still looking moody. Izabella cautiously sat down, glancing at Sirius occasionally.

“What has Voldemort said?” continued Lupin.
Izabella shook her head.
“Nothing. But I'm sure Lucius will have told him.” she said, warily looking to Sirius as she mentioned the name. “I think he'll wait until after Christmas to request to see me. He will assume I'm spending my holidays with Sirius so it will be easier for him to tell if I'm lying.”

Lupin nodded.
“Keep your thoughts clear.” he warned. With a glance at Sirius he stood up. “I need to go. I'll see you soon.” he said as he pulled a cloak around him. He smiled at Izabella, patted Sirius' shoulder then left the kitchen. Sirius waited until he heard the front door shut then turned to Izabella.

“Do you love him?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Sirius-”
“Do you love Lucius?” he demanded.
Izabella shook her head.
“No. I love you.” she said firmly.
Sirius looked at her for a moment then stood up and walked over to the sink, leaning on the edge with his head low.

“You used to love him.”
“We were engaged.” Izabella said shrugging slightly.
“I know you were.” he said in a harsh voice.
“What is that supposed to mean?” she said, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at him.
“Well you never let anyone forget it. You were constantly planning it, talking about it. You and Lily would sit there with your magazines and dress samples. Whenever I had the misfortune of seeing you and him in public you were all over him-”
“Because I wanted to make you jealous Sirius!”
“Well congratulations you managed it.”

Izabella groaned and threw her hands in the air in annoyance.
“You don't understand. It was you I wanted to marry. I thought, maybe, if you saw me with Lucius you'd ask me yourself. But I realized that would never happen so I gave him the ring back.”
“That was a stupid plan.” Sirius said, but his voice was quieter, his expression soft.

“I know. I was desperate though.” she said with a shrug. “I had to watch our best friends get everything I had ever wanted... I was the maid of honour, but not the bride. The godmother but not a mother.” Izabella's voice wavered and her eyes were full with tears. “Then you went to Azkaban and I thought I'd never see you again.”
Sirius was watching her, his face pained.

“Marry me then.”
Izabella blinked and frowned.
“What?”
“Marry me.” Sirius said seriously, walking over to her and taking her hand.
“Sirius...”
He looked into her eyes, placing a hand on her cheek and she smiled for a moment.

“We can't.”
She pulled back from Sirius and wrapped her arms around herself.
“Why not?” he asked. “It's what you want... It's what I want.”
“In case you haven't noticed, the whole of the Wizarding world wants you dead. We're not likely to find anyone who will marry us.”
“Well, we'll get engaged now and as soon as this is all over... What?”
Izabella was shaking her head.

“I can't Sirius. Who knows how long it will be before they clear your name? If something happens to you... If you go back to Azkaban... I can't take any more pain. I don't want to get my hopes up.”
Sirius deflated, his shoulders dropped and he blinked away the tears fiercely. Izabella placed a hand on his face gently.

“I'm sorry Sirius.” she said gently.
“Me too. All those years, I never realized it was what you wanted.”
“One day it will happen... Maybe.” she said, smiling.
He leant down to kiss her gently.

The kitchen door opened and voices filled the room.
“Oh sorry,” Harry said as Sirius and Izabella pulled away from each other, Sirius turning his back on them to wipe his face without them seeing.
“Hey Hermione.” said Izabella, smiling. “Is everything okay?”
For the first time in a long time, Izabella saw Harry smile.
“Yes. Everything is great.” he said happily.
“Feeling better then?” Izabella said with a laugh.
“He just needed some sense knocking into him.” Ginny said as she sat down at the table.

“Glad you're okay Harry.” said Sirius as he made his way to the kitchen door. “I'm going to feed Buckbeak.” he said quietly, leaving the kitchen and heading up the stairs. Izabella watched him leave, biting her lip to try and hold back the tears.

“What's happened?” Harry asked as the others watched her carefully.
“Nothing.” Izabella said, placing a smile on her face. “I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning.”

They said goodnight and once she was out of their sight she picked up her trunk from the hallway and hurried along the corridor and into her room. Leaning against the door she took a deep breath, but couldn't prevent the tears which spilled across her face and the heart-wrenching sobs which escaped from her mouth.

Throwing open her trunk she pulled out the photograph of her and Lily and collapsed onto the floor by her bed. Curling up tight and wrapping her arms around her legs, she stroked the picture gently.
“Help me Lily." she whispered to the photograph. She pulled a blanket of the bed and pulled it over her as she drifted to sleep, the young, carefree girls smiling from the picture which was clenched in her fist.