Isabella Lestrange

Half-Blood Prince

After I stormed out of Dumbledore's office I made my way back to the infirmary. It was a dark night with a equally dark thunderstorm. Draco was asleep in a hospital bed. I sat down in a chair besides his bed and began to cry. I had absolutely no idea why. Was it because of Harry? Or Dumbledore's attitude towards the situation? Maybe even Draco? Or the fact that I was deicing two sides of a war. As I sat there sobbing to myself over Draco I felt someone place their hand on my thigh. I looked to the hand to see it connecting to Draco. He looked up at me with a frown.

"Come on." He stated with anger hidden in his voice. He shakily stood out of the bed as I steadied him with concern

"Draco, you're too weak. I'll contact them and we can do it another time." I begged placing my hands on his chest to stop him from walking. He looked down at me with anger.

"This is the only time!" He barked down at me causing me to drop my head and follow behind him. Draco and I walked down the silent corridors wearing my school uniform while Draco wore all black. Just before we arrived at the Room of Requirements he placed his hand out stopping me in my tracks.

"Your hair." He stated emotionless. I placed my fingers through my hair and began to shake the straight out until my curls were present. He turned me around so I was facing him. He frowned down at me as he ran his fingers through my hair. I shivered as I felt him pull lightly on my curls and let them coil up.

"I love your curls." He sighed in content, before bending down and crashing his lips on mine. Immediately the Room of Requirements opened up causing me to pull away from him. As we walked in the room, Draco yanked the drape off the vanishing cabinet like he had done so thousands of times. The wind in the room suddenly began to pick up. A ticking sound came from within the closest. I grabbed Draco's hand and stood besides him waiting for what would exit out. The doors slowly began to open and black smoke began to pour out. Draco stepped back and walked around the corner. I still stood there and watched as my mother appeared before my eyes holding her wand up to her face. Her wand shockingly resembled mine. She had four other Death Eaters behind her.

"Isabella." She smirked down at me as she walked up and hugged me.

"Where's your little boyfriend?" She mocked looking down at me.

"He walked upstairs." I stated turning around making sure he wasn't here.

"Ahhh, so he's went ahead without us?" She pouted before turning around and laughing back at her fellow Death Eaters.

"Come now, boys. Lets go enjoy the show."

As my mother and I walked through the halls with her goons following behind us. I couldn't help but feel worried for Draco. I was terrified for the outcome of his mission. Mother shoved the door open to my favorite tower and strutted in to see Draco pointing his wand at Dumbledore. Draco looked as if he was about to cry. My heart shattered at the panicked look on his face.

"Don't you understand? I have to do this! Or he's going to kill me!" Draco shouted holding back tears.

"Well, look what we have here." My mother smiled looking between Dumbledore and Draco. She walked up besides Draco and began to whisper in his ear as I stood off to the side and watched with eyes wide.

"Well done, Draco." She breathed into his ear. I walked up besides her as she walked around Draco.

"Good evening, Bellatrix. I think introductions are in order, don't you?" He smirked looking between the two of us.

"Loved to, Albus. But I'm afraid we're all on a bit of a tight schedule." She sighed dramatically.

"Do it! Unless you wish to not be with my daughter, Isabella. You remember what you were told. Do you not?" She gushed sarcastically talking to Draco who still pointed his wand at Dumbledore, shakily. I looked at the two in confusion, I had no idea what she was talking about.