Isabell’s pov: Isabell stared blankly at her parents. “I’m what?” she asked, astonished. “Your adopted,” her mother said solemnly. “No, that is impossible! How is it? I am your biological daughter,” Isabell paused, “aren’t I?” Her parents shook their heads. “No, Isabell. You are not. That is why you have blue eyes and the rest of us has brown.” “I thought that was from some great-great-great-grandparent or something!” “No, it’s not.” Isabell’s anger lowered down a little bit. “So, you’re saying that my biological father is a mass-murder?” “We don’t know,” her father said, “But it’s possible.” Questions flooded through her mind as she processed this: Was her biological mother a dwarf and was that why her height was equivalent to a Kindergartener’s? If her biological father was Sirius Black, then did he murder her biological mother? And if he wasn’t, then were her biological parents' famous movie stars living in a huge mansion in Hollywood and owned five private jets? Isabell pictured it; She and her biological parents, sitting in front of a pool drinking whatever famous rich people drank, thanking the servants for the drinks, and taking trips to Bangkok every weekend. Yes, that is who her biological parents were. Forget Sirius Black, her real parents were multi-billionaires who lived in California and drank expensive wine every day. As Isabell went to her bed in her and Hermione’s shared room, she daydreamed about going the top Hollywood couple coming to their house and saying “Does Isabell live here?” then Isabell would run down the stairs and yelling “That’s me!” and then the next second she would find herself in a private jet heading to America: The Land of Freedom. She was taking this a bit too far but hey, who would not want to be a celebrity’s daughter? I am definitely going to be the most popular girl at school this year, she thought hopefully. Picturing telling her schoolmates that she was the secret daughter of celebrity parents in America and that she will not be attending this school anymore because she is moving to Hollywood. Then, she would not be the tiny dyslexic child with sisters who went to “boarding school” as everyone thought she was. It was going to be great. ______________________ Three months later… Narcissa’s pov: ‘Dear, Cissy As you have read the news, a “dangerous mass-murder” has escaped Azkaban. Oh no! I wonder who that could be… Anyway, good news! I have tracked down Isabell’s location and you do not have to get paranoid because she is living happily (at least I hope so) with this muggle couple and their kids, and more news one of those kids is Harry Potter’s best friend! Also, I am going to meet my other children, Roselette and Lucas, and my godson (you know who he is) at Hogwarts so it might take a bit of time, sorry. Do not yell at me! Do you know what? It won’t take a bit of time for you to see Isabell again because I’m sending Andy’s daughter (she’s an auror now, can you believe it?) to pick her up and send her to your house (wherever you live now, I heard you got remarried, which is good because I think we were a bit too stupid about marrying each other. I will feel sorry for Isabell when she hears about her heritage, or she will think it is cool. Who knows) I hope she knows where you live because I do not. Love, Your favorite cousin, Padfoot (P.s I am heading towards her house for a quick sneak peak of my precious child, so do not lecture me once Isabel says that she saw a big black dog following her everywhere!)’ Narcissa chuckled as she folded the envelope carefully. Classic Sirius, always putting jokes in everything even when things were serious- not Sirius but like, serious. “Lucius!” she called running up the stairs then she stopped. Lucius was at work, Dobby was freed a couple of months ago, and Draco was at Hogwarts. ______________ Continued in credits
There was no one to accompany her, she wanted to talk to Bellatrix so badly, but then remembered that she was at Azkaban with Roldolphus. If she wanted company, all she had to do was wait for Isabell to come back. Then the thought struck her; what did Sirius mean that he knew where Isabell was? There was only place Isabell should be at this time of year: Hogwarts. Unless, Narcissa thought, she is not a witch at all. She is a squib. Narcissa tried to pull that thought out, no, it cannot be true. Her daughter could not be a squib, it was not physically possible for a Black person to be a squib, was it? But there was only one answer in her brain: Isabell was a squib and there was nothing stopping it. “Stupid letter” Narcissa muttered ferociously, crumpling up the letter Sirius sent and throwing it across the room, “Stupid mother, stupid squibs, stupid Blacks, stupid- “ She paused herself, why was she acting like a toddler now? She should manage this horrible, horrible news the adult way: sitting on the couch and taking deep breathes like a calm mature grownup woman. Instead, the next thing she knew it, her feet were ponding up the stairs to go to Her and Lucius’s room to bury her head in a pillow and scream. Isabell was a squib and Narcissa gave birth to her. She was officially dishonored by the name of Black. Her name, just like Andromeda and Sirius’s was going to be blasted off once everyone found out. Then she would be a disgrace. _______ Lucas: @-Lucas_Black- Roselette: @-Roselette_Black-
