Dumbledore's Daughter: Islay.

The First Year Isn't All I Is Made Out To Be.

Uniform was placed on a small girl as her small pale hands crept from the sleeve. A black skirt lay limply down her legs but swift fingers began rolling the fabric so that it met her lower thigh. Despite following rules one had to be tested and pushed to the edge. "Come on. We need to go get the first years." Although it was an invitation the older witch walked away clearly expecting to be followed. The light outside was minimal as the day was closing but still the ground was clearly identified so large steps were made to get outside. Stone was pushed against as the student prepared for the first year that they would have to face.

A large crowed took to the field as they climbed safely off the boat. "First years." The woman announced and the prepubescent children stood huddled. Warmth was shared by them all and Islay forced herself into the crowd of students. A bushy haired girl stood looking confident and also a little nervous as she watched the others around her. "Hello." Islay was direct and the pair shook hands. "I am a first year too. You are?" The girl spoke quietly to try avoid those around her noticing. "I am Hermione. Hermione Jean Granger." Wide hair swung as they walked up the green hill. "You are?" A raised brown eyebrow shot up to question. "Oh how rude of me. I am Islay Aryn Dumbledore." A disbelieving sound escaped the brunette and she turned to face forward. "What is wrong?" Genuine curiosity came across in Islay's voice but Hermione did not let herself fall for it. "Do you really expect me to believe that you are related to Albus Dumbledore?" Still refusing to meet the pale eyes Granger faced forward. "I am his daughter." Hermione seemed to brush the comment off as she walked slightly faster leaving Islay alone. "What is wrong with her?" Islay just shrugged and smiled weakly at the boy. His dark skin was only a few shades darker than his dark hair. "Mathew. Mathew Collins." The boy was charming but also calculating about his moves. "Well, nice to meet you Mr Collins. I hope to see more of you." The pair laughed at her attempts of sounding posh as her lips pursed and not once did the edges become unstuck.

The hall was like an old friend to Islay and so unlike all the other students who marvelled Islay just walked calmly forward. The hat was on the stool like it usually was but the words passed the young witch by as her eyes were set onto the blond that was blown off not long ago by Harry Potter. His blond hair could dazzle and immediately she knew that there was a reason, not just blood reasons, why the Malfoy family had always prospered. Islay was brought from the thoughts of the family when a familiar name was called. "Hermione Granger." The puffy hair moved behind a slightly trembling student who sat on the stool. It took only a second or so when she was placed into "Gryffindor," and the whole hall, aside from Slytherin, cheered. Harry, Ron, Draco, Crabb, Goyle and even Mathew was sorted. Few stood alone in the hall as they huddled together like the older students were hunting them. "Islay Dumbledore." A stern witch announced and slow steps had brought the girl to the warm 'gross', she thought, stool.

'Hym. Well, well, well. Another Dumbledore. I suppose Gryffindor would suit but intelligence far beyond your years is held. I suppose your father is more influential than I thought possible. You are also cunning with great determination. Your forgiving and loving nature is so strong as well. I do believe this to be utterly impossible but I shall not be defeated. It shall be' the voice stopped in her head for a moment when a rough voice blurted out "Gryffindor," causing the whole table to erupt with cheers and chants of 'we got Dumbles' the voices were so loud and smiles met the girl as she shook their hands. "Sorry." A sheepish voice spoke but Islay assured that it was fine. "I have read all the books on this school. Only ten newspaper articles have been released about me even existing. Some believe me to be a myth."

The dinner had passed in comfort until the twins escorted the witch back especially. "So Izzy." Her death glare made the other twin correct. "Islay. What have you got for us?" The pale eyebrow lifted and a mischievous smirk took the first year. "I just so happen to know that a certain potion professor will be absent from his classroom for three hours between ten and one on Friday." The two looked at one another and then back at her. "Oh very good little one. We will definitely use you later." Not once did they leave her until Islay left for her room. "Don't get me in trouble boys." Their silence told her that they made no promises.

The room was blank and bland. Boxes lay on beds waiting to be unpacked. Most had moving pictures but Islay had her family with her already and so showed none. The year ahead would be fun. "Hermione, do you believe in forgiving even when it hurts?" The question had no context but there was just curiosity. "No. People deserve to be treated respectfully. Forgiving even when it hurts shows no promise for the future ahead." The year would be boring if conversations like that were the only ones had but it didn't matter as Hermione only needed time to be as reckless as any other student.

Red illuminated the room as streams of light encased the entire space and students inside. "Islay. Get dressed." Not even bothering to fight or ask the time silver hair flew into action as black fell over the small witch as well as a striped tie. Groggy eyes slowly sunk lower as the steps were utilised and the common room came into view. Excited students buzzed around as they remembered all the trouble they can and definitely will get up to.