A Potter Secret

In Memoriam

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Dumbledore stands before everyone, solemnly trying to think of what to say. "Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard working, intricately fair minded. And most importantly a fierce fierce friend. I think therefore you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. The ministry of magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so I think would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain, you remember that. And we'll celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end," Dumbledore says as everyone sits either silent or crying.

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Harry is sitting on a bed, Dumbledore walks in. "I never liked these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year, by accident of course. I put you in terrible danger this year Harry I'm sorry," Dumbledore says as he walks in.

"Professor, when I was in the graveyard there was a moment- um- when Voldemort's wand and mine sort of connected," Harry explains.

"Priorium Contatum. You saw your parents that night didn't you? They reappeared," Dumbledore guesses. Harry nods. "No spell can reawaken the dead Harry. I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right what is easy. But remember this, you have friends here. You're not alone."

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There's a large crowd gathered, the pupils are going home. Viktor Krum gives Hermione a kiss and hands her some paper. "Write to me. Promise," Viktor asks.

"Bye," Hermione says.

Ron is sitting alone. The french sisters approach him, they both in turn give him a kiss on the head. "Au revoir Ron," Fleur says. The Beauxbatons girls leave in uniform, the crowd applauds. The Durmstrang boys leave too, shaking hands as they go.

"Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?" Ron asks, sighing.

"No," Hermione replies.

"No I don't think so," Ron agrees.

"Everything's going to change now isn't it?" Hermione asks.

"Yes," Harry replies.

"Promise you'll write this summer. Both of you," Hermione says.

"Well I won't. You know I won't!" Ron laughs.

"Harry will won't you?" Hermione tries.

"Yeah. Every week," Harry says. His voice betrays him. They look over the balcony, the flying horses pulling a carriage head off into the distance. The Bulgarians' ship goes underwater.

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Harry makes his way back up to his room, only to find a letter sitting on his pillow.

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Dear Harry,

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this in person. I'm being hidden away for my protection. Only Dumbledore will know where I'm going. I'll be there under an assumed name and with a different face and persona so it will be useless to try to find me. You probably won't be able to send me any letters or news for a while. I hope for the best for you. Continue your education and mastery of magic. I'll return when you need me the most.

If you need to talk to me, we still have our mental connection but I'll be keeping my end closed as much as possible to make sure no one is getting into my head. Dumbledore is a good back up but I'll reach out when I can. I love you so much Harry.

Love your little sister,

Izzy

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Tears come to Harry's eyes as he finishes packing up his trunk before leaving with Ron and Hermione. It'll be a long time before he sees his sister again.

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Isabella sits beside Fred Weasley who drive her through the countryside. Looking into the mirror, her appearance shifts slightly to make her look sixteen years old with brown hair and eyes. Her complexion is very light. Isabella keeps the scar on her shoulder, feeling how it connects her to Harry. "Where are we going?" Isabella asks.

"Some place called Forks, Washington," George explains. "You'll be safe there. Remember, don't go with anyone unless you know it's really them. Dumbledore will come for you when it's time."

Nodding, Isabella stares out the window. "Do you remember your cover story?"

Isabella nods. "My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I am seventeen years old, almost eighteen. My parents are the divorced Charlie Swan and Renee Dwyer. I moved in with my father a year ago in order to get a fresh start when my mother went on the road with Phil," Isabella explains. "I am in a relationship with Edward Cullen. His family is very kind. Carlisle is a doctor married to Esme. Emmett and Rosalie are together; Rosalie doesn't like me for some reason. Alice and Jasper are together. Alice is hyper and Jasper is wary of me. They've known me since a few weeks after I came to Forks. A few weeks ago, I fell down the stairs and out a window, ending up with a couple injuries."

"And what are you not to say under any circumstances to anyone no matter what?" George asks.

"That I'm not the real Bella. The real Bella Swan is in Florida with her mother for the foreseeable future because she was told the situation and, as a witch herself, understands the situation and is willing to let me live her life so I may stay hidden. She is receiving all memories that I live through as her in such a way that she feels she was there. Only Charlie Swan knows that I am not the real Bella. Carlisle Cullen knows Dumbledore and knows that someone is coming to town that they are to protect but they don't know who."

George nods. "You shouldn't feel guilty in doing this. Bella agreed to this entirely."

Isabella nods. "But I still feel like I don't belong."

George uncorks a vial as they roll to a stop just outside of town. "You need to drink this, Izzy. It'll help you become Bella."

"I don't want to be Bella. I want to be me!" Isabella argues.

Fred watches her for a moment. "Cork it, Georgie," Fred states. "You're not going to get her to drink it." George nods and corks the vial, handing it to Isabella. "Isabella, I want you to promise to drink this if you ever need to." Isabella nods and tucks the vial into her backpack before they start moving again.

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