The Beginning

A/N: Sorry it has taken so long to update life has come and hit me hard in the head 12-14 hr work days with almost no sleep and a family to spend time with. Anyway enough with the poor me attitude on with the story.

Disclaimer: Not mine just having them play in the jungle of my psyche.


~Chapter Seven: Fear of the Dark Lord~

Isis fell asleep for her usual two hours and felt herself relax slightly as the world slipped away and collided with her dreams. Isis was not totally sure what was real and what wasn’t as she felt a jolt slide through her.
Isis opened her eyes to find a dark dormitory. She closed her eyes again and tried to sleep. She dreamed about David, the night before her father died. The night Isis dumped David.
She was lying on a chez lounge in the common room reading Lord of the Rings when David walked up to her. It was almost two in the morning and the common room had been empty for hours.
“Isis have you though anymore about what I asked you?”
“Yes I have David. My answer is still the same, I can’t sleep with you.”
“Why not? You said you loved me.”
“I do love you David, but not enough to sleep with you. I think that we should see other people.”
David sat at the end of the lounge. “You don’t trust me?”
Isis hung her head. “No I don’t I’m sorry.”
David stood. “Isis, I can prove I’m trustworthy please. I need you. I love you.”
“You need me more then you love me?”
David sighed and kissed Isis’s neck. “Come on Aye. I love you. You love me. Why not sleep with me?”
Isis felt herself going weak on the lounge. “I just can’t David. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
“Yes you do.” David said straddling her and kissing her while massaging her breasts. “I want you so bad Isis. I want you so bad it keeps me awake at night.”
“I just can’t be with you David.” Isis said pushing him off of her.
Then there was a flash of lights. Isis saw her father die. She watched in horror from her hiding place as she tried to think how to escape. She heard the explosion; she listened to the house fall apart.
“No!” Isis shouted and found herself sitting bolt up right in her bed at Hogwarts. She grabbed the stitch in her chest and tried to control her shallow breathing.
Lily pulled back her hangings. “Isis, are you okay?”
Isis wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m alright.”
Ilsult’s voice came over in the dark. “Was it a nightmare?"
“Yeah.” Isis mumbled.
Isis could hear Ann walking across the floor. “Was it about that guy David?” Ann asked.
“How’d you know?” Isis asked.
“I heard you and Sirius talking about him at lunch.”
“You heard what happened at lunch.” Isis asked apprehensively
“Yes.” Ann said. “Thanks for saying something to Severus. He does respect your opinion. I’m glad that you told him that us muggle borns are all right.”
“I should have said more.” Isis said bitterly.
“Sirius and James stood up for us.” Ann said brightly. “Sirius likes you, you know.”
“I know.” Isis said. “He’s really nice, but there is something I don’t like about him.”
“What’s that?” Ann asked.
“He seems to be really arrogant.”
“All teenage boys are arrogant.” Ilsult said in a matter of fact way. “It’s a part of growing up. Boys think that they’re invincible until something really bad happens to them.”
“Remus said that lots of bad things happen to Sirius.” Isis said.
“It has to be something out of the ordinary.” Ann said. “Something traumatic.”
Isis rubbed her eyes. It had only been two days at Hogwarts, but already she was finding it harder and harder to not long for Liberty and her old life. She wanted her father back. She had given up everything she had ever known. Isis felt humiliated that at age fifteen she still wanted her father. She told herself over and over that she was too old for those feelings.
“I’m sorry I woke everyone up. We should probably try to sleep.” Isis said finally pulling her hangings closed.
She heard everyone go back to their beds and close the curtains. Once she was sure that everyone had gone back to sleep Isis lay on he bed playing with a miniature toy broomstick. The dream had changed. It always ended with Isis pushing David away and mournfully catching the train home later that morning around ten.
This time she skipped the train and went straight home. She didn’t see anything except her father falling over. His face changed from anger to one of mild surprise. His skin that had once been as dark as Isis’s went pallid gray.
Isis lay back on the pillows as the toy broom zoomed around her feet. She remembered the day of the funeral with extreme clarity. Her Uncle George, Remus’s father, had come up to the loft where Isis slept and told her it was time to go.
Isis hugged her knees to her chest and rocked on the bed just slightly. “I don’t want to go.”
George sat down next to her. Isis was surprised by how much he looked like his late brother. Why hadn’t she ever noticed before? “I know you don’t want to go, but this will give you some closure.”
“You don’t look like you want to go either.” Isis said.
George sighed. “I don’t, but your cousin and aunt think we should go.”
“I don’t want to go there and look at him.” Isis sighed. “I already saw him. I don’t want to see him like that again.”
“Isis I understand that. Maybe you and I can stay here and look at old photos. Let you remember your father in a good way. I can tell you all kinds of stories from when we were boys and we can eat anything you want instead of piles of sympathy food.”
Isis laughed.
Isis and her uncle spent all day pouring over old pictures and eating a mixture of chocolate frogs and sandwiches.
Isis was snapped back to the present by a particularly loud bang from the boy’s staircase. Isis pulled on a bathrobe and ran down to the common room. Sirius was in the common room chasing a fat gray rat.
“Peter get back here!”
“So Peter is Mr. Wormtail.” Isis said.
Sirius looked up and smiled. “Maybe.” He stooped over and picked up the rat. “Then again maybe I have a pet rat named after my friend.”
“No one actually does that.” Isis said. “Why is he running?"
“Remus.” Sirius answered simply.
“His temper?” Isis asked
“Yeah. He won’t stand for racial remarks of any kind and Peter made the mistake of telling a joke about Polish Elves. Remus just couldn’t bite his tongue and threatened to tell Dumbledore that Peter was an unregistered Anigimus.”
“But that would expose everyone.” Isis said dropping onto floor.
“What would that matter to you?” Sirius asked stuffing Peter in his pocket.
Isis hunched on all fours and turned into a sleek black panther with blazing green eyes. She rubbed against Sirius’s leg and let out a loud purr. With a shake of her fur Isis returned to her normal form. “I’m not registered either.”
Sirius smiled. “You rubbed your scent on me.”
Isis grinned sheepishly. “I like you.”
“What about Snivillus?” Sirius asked as his grin vanished.
“I don’t know about him. He’s so mean sometimes. I don’t think he listens to me either.”
“Have you kissed him?”
“No.”
“Kiss him, see if there is a spark.”
“I can’t kiss him.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know if I love him.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow.
“That’s his rule not mine.” Isis explained. “I don’t mind kissing boys.”
Sirius leaned in close and gave Isis a peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning heartbreaker.”