Two years later… Narcissa’s pov When you read about a mass murderer breaking out of prison in the newspaper, you would feel a lot of things. Fear of getting killed, the unexpected urge to find this criminal and turn them to the police, you might even lock your doors and not come out of the house until further information has arrived. Now, how would you feel if that mass murderer were your ex-husband and cousin at the same time? Betrayed. Hurt? These were not any of the feelings Narcissa felt after reading about her cousin, also known as her (though she didn’t want to admit it) ex-husband; Sirius Black. Instead, after folding up the Daily Prophet and throwing it aside, she felt a rush of relief and excitement. Sirius Black was free! Free! They were soon going to be a happy family soon. In fact, Narcissa was so relieved and excited that she almost got out of her chair and danced around their grand living room of Malfoy Manor. Even though she knew Malfoy Manor was not the first place Sirius would stop by. Instead, Narcissa was sure that he was searching for two specific people; his godson Harry Potter and their daughter; Isabell Black. Thinking about Isabell made Narcissa turn somber. How long has Isabell been gone for? Was she safe? Was she even alive? These types of questions spiraled around her mind for years. “But it soon won’t” Narcissa muttered, catching her son, Draco’s attention. “Honestly, mother,” Draco said exasperatedly slamming the book he was reading on the table,” You say the weirdest things at the most random moments” Narcissa jumped out of surprise from Draco’s voice. She had forgotten that it was summer break for him. After spending six months without him, it was hard to remember it was summer. “Well,” Narcissa cleared her throat and turned to Draco, “Remember that half-sister of yours’s I told you about?” Her heart raced with happiness; she didn’t even know how to explain such good news to her son. “You mean the one who you had with your cousin?” he asked, his face skeptical. “Yeah, well she might be coming this year” Draco’s jaw dropped, “You mean I get to see her? My big sister?” Narcissa nodded gleefully and it felt like all the sadness and worry had fled the world, as if she forgot that she wasn’t sure if Isabell was even alive. ________________________________ Isabell’s pov: “Mass-murder, Sirius Black has broken out of prison,” the TV announced, showing a picture of a man with brown messy hair, “Police are under investigation of where he is. If you see this man, please contact police immediately” The news man droned on and on about the crimes the man committed and how guarded the prison was but nobody in the living room was listening. Instead, they were glancing at the picture of Sirius Black and then back at Isabell. “Isabell,” Hermione was the first to say, still shooting eyes back and forth from Isabell and the criminal on tv, “Your hair” “I did comb it today, ‘Mione” Isabell groaned. “No, it’s not like that,” their younger sister, Isabella said quietly looking away from the tv and onto Isabell’s hair, “Your hair looks oddly the same as that Black guy” “Yeah,” Isabella’s twin, Jacqueline agreed, “It’s like he’s your father or something” This made their parents turn around, their expression turning into grief. “No, it’s not!” Isabell protested, stomping her foot, “My hair could never be as messy as his!” She glared at them in frustration. “Look, I’m not saying that it’s as messy as his, but it looks like-” “Like what? Isabell demanded, her anger rising “Like he’s more related to you than us” Hermione finished An eerie silence cast the room. Isabell sat there, stunned. What did Hermione mean by that? ‘Isabell,” their mother said, softly breaking the silence, “Me and your father need to speak to you, alone” Isabell nodded and followed her parents into the nearest bedroom; Jacqueline and Isabella’s. “There’s something we need to tell you,” Isabell’s father whispered, “We’ve kept it a secret for a while, but we think it’s the best time for you to know” “What is?” Isabell asked eagerly, looking at the twins’ prepacked Hogwarts suitcases, “Wait, don’t tell me yet. Let me guess first. Are you guys secret superheroes?” “What? Of course not. Isabell your-” “Wait, am I destined to be a superhero? Am I an alien?” “Ugh, this girl,” Her mother muttered, “Just let us finish” “Ok” Isabell did a soldier salute, “You're the boss” “Isabell, your well-” her father sighed, placing a hand on his head, “How do we explain it? Well, Isabell, your-” “I know my name is Isabell, thanks. You don’t have to say it five billion times for me to remember” Isabell interrupted “No, it is not that. Well, your-” “Adopted” Her mother finished, her face grim, “Your adopted, Isabell”
I made Sirius Black's looks from the movies because I thought that it would fit the storyline better :) Jacqueline: @Jackie_Granger Isabella: @Isabella-Granger