Isabell pov: Isabell buried the Shakespear book into her face. If she had to endure one more page of this torture, she was going to throw herself over the window, if she was even tall enough to open it that was. Just a few months ago she had learnt that she was adopted and then ever since that she has been hoping that some Hollywood actor would come to her school, point at Isabell and yell “That’s my daughter!” Sadly, that has never happened- yet. So instead of going to fancy, expensive stores like Gucci every day after school, she was stuck at home reading these boring, old-fashioned books for English homework and feel jealous of her sisters that they get to go to Hogwarts, and she did not. Isabell wondered what was going on at Hogwarts. “Hopefully no Shakespear” she muttered, tossing aside the book, and grabbing the letter from the owl that had just landed on her desk. She scanned the letter her sisters had sent her, reading it repeatedly to make more sense of it: ‘Dear Isabell, How are you? Me, Jackie, and Bella are doing ok except that I took all the extra classes, so my schedule is a bit wonky. Anyway, how’s school? Did your “celebrity parents” finally come to meet you? Or did Sirius Black come and murder you? Well, we would know if you never replied. Things at Hogwarts are quite more exciting than they were last time. As you know, I am in my third year which means that I get to go to Hogsmeade. It is quite splendid there and I got a few things from there for you as a Christmas present (Surprise!) I hope everything at school are ok, Your (adopted) twin, Hermione’ Isabell smiled and flipped the parchment backwards. Then in horrid spelling, as she was dyslexic, she wrote: ‘Dera Hermine, Scoolh has bene ok and no, there has not been any luck wit finding my reel parnts. Wel, I hop yor doing wel. Sincerely, Isabell’ She wrote the Isabell part with big flourishing letters since it was the only word she could spell correctly without learning. “Take this to Hogwarts” she ordered the owl, handing the letter and shooing it off. As she watched the owl take flight from her window, she noticed a dog. It would have been a normal sight except it was black and huge, almost reaching Isabell’s eye level. And it was staring directly at her. Isabell’s eyes locked in with the dog’s. “When will it stop staring?” she wondered aloud, trying to balance herself on the stool she had just brought. But that was not going to be the only time it happened. Just a few days later, as Isabell was walking to school, the same dog eyed her from the bushes. She did not notice it at first until it started following her the next day. “Hey Isabell!” her classmate, Leo called out from across the street, “Guess you finally found a friend that actually likes you.” Isabell swirled around to see the dog; it was the same as before; huge with terrifying, narrow eyes. Its mouth was as sharp as a knife, the coat was the color of a black hole, and its ears were as pointy as a needle. “Very funny!” Isabell called back, shooing it away with her hands but it did not move, “At least it smells better than you do!” “At least I can read properly!” The dog did a low growl that made Isabell shudder. It looked directly at Leo with its piercing eyes. “Stay” Isabell whispered fiercely. According to her last experiences with dogs, she was good with them. When she told them to roll, they rolled when she told them to sit, they sat. But this one was different; when Isabell told it to stay, it did the opposite. Instead, it pounded its paws across the street, making a soft whisper on the pavement which was surprising for something so big. Then unexpectedly, it lunged at Leo, its claws creating marks across the neck. Frantic, Isabell skidded across the street after it, yelling it to stop. But it did not listen. By the time Isabell reached the other side of the street, Leo did not look like he was not fit to go to school today. “I said stay!” Isabell scolded, trying to pull the dog from Leo’s body. Sure, he was annoying and a bully at the same time, but if he died (which seemed like the best thing to ever happen) she did not want to be the one framed. ___________ Continued in Credits
The dog growled in frustration but once it was in Isabell arms (which she struggled to carry because it was twice her weight) it purred as if it were a cat and snuggled sleepily. “Oh my gosh, I almost saw the light reaching my eyes!” Leo groaned, placing a hand on his bloody neck. Isabell rolled her eyes in the dataset, then locked it with the purring dog which was now making her arms go numb. “I only saved you, so I don’t go to jail for ‘child abuse’” she said crossing her arms, “I’m not helping you go back home, you do it yourself. While I get this filth off me” Feeling her muscles trying to relax, she tossed the dog onto the street. It whimpered in pain, but that didn’t matter to Isabell as she continued her way to school. Sirius’s pov: A man stood over the street, his slender frame and gaunt face making him look like he’d been through a war. His tattered-old clothes made him look like a beggar. He scattered into the bushes like a mouse with a pop he turned into a pitch-black Scottish Deerhound. He rushed out of the bushes in his new form and turned down the streets, his eyes locking on a girl that was gazing at an owl flying away. This reminded Sirius about his times at Hogwarts, the good old days, no trouble in the world there. He would give anything to go back; with James and Remus, and if Peter had not betrayed him then maybe him too. ‘That’s Isabell’ he thought surly, staring at her. This girl was his daughter, she still had his hair, and her eyes reminded him of Narcissa. At this point, Isabell noticed him staring at her. She had her eyes locked on him now and Sirius saw her muttering something though he was too far to hear. Then, she closed the window and Sirius felt himself wanting to run to her house and beg her to open the window again. But he couldn’t. Instead, he retreated to the corner of the streets and slept in a pile of leaves. It was a cramped place, sure, but it was comfortable. The next day, Sirius woke up with a start. The sun’s rays bared down him as he stood up and panted the air as he noticed his daughter. He stopped short at the sight of Isabell. This is the closet he saw her in twelve years. He wanted to show his true form and hug her so tightly that her eyes would pop out. But he couldn’t. If he did then Isabell would probably recognize him from tv as a mass-murderer, then things would be any good for him. He would be back in his cell in Azkaban; alone and depressed and taking the omen of hearing his cousin; Bellatrix scream like a maniac- wait, not like a maniac, she was a maniac. A huge maniac. Sirius would do anything to not deal with maniacs like her. He followed Isabell down the corner of the street, his paws tapping softly on the pavement as he walked. His black fur swayed calmly in the breeze and his short, stubby snout picked up every scent of Isabell there was. A few minutes later, a boy who was walking across the street called out; “Hey Isabell!” Sirius stopped short, so this was Isabell. He was starting to have a little doubt in his chest since last time he remembered, Isabell was supposed to fourteen and she looked like she was five. “Guess you finally found a friend that actually likes you” The boy yelled, his chocolate brown hair blending in with the leaves falling gracefully off the branches. Isabell swirled around to meet Sirius. Her hair reminded him of his own, her eyes brought the flashbacks of Narcissa, and her skin was as smooth as paper. It was a beautiful sight, if she wasn’t so short and his daughter, Sirius was sure she was going to be one of the girls he would chase with James when they attended Hogwarts. “Very funny!” Isabell called back in a voice that reminded him of Narcissa more and glaring the boy a look. Sirius saw her moving her hand at him as if he were some kinds of insect, “At least it smells better than you do!” Sirius barked in happiness; his daughter was standing up for herself. He didn’t care that she called him smelly, as long as she stood up for bullies, none of this mattered. “At least I can read properly!” This made Sirius stop barking. He glared dangerously at the boy. How dare he insult his child! How dare he make fun of her disability! He was ready to pounce on him, make him regret his words. “Stay” He heard Narcissa whisper fiercely, except it wasn’t Narcissa, it was Isabell. But Narcissa or Isabell, he wasn’t going to listen. Sirius galloped across the street at an alarming rate. Then, ignoring Isabell’s yells he lunged at the boy with full force, digging his paws into his tan-ish skin. Suddenly, he felt Isabell’s soft hands take hold of him. Feeling her soft hands, Sirius got reminded of a bed and went to sleep. Then he felt himself getting thrown on the street.
