Isabella Lestrange

Identity

That night I sat with Draco in the Dinning room. His parents along with my mother whispered to themselves. The two of us sat quietly as our parents spoke to each other. I turned to Draco and leaned my head on his shoulder. My mother stood up and left the room, I had no idea why. Suddenly she walked back in with the Snatchers. A group of Not Death Eaters but they did work for the them. They would bring any sort of mud-blood they came across to the ministry for trial. I stood up from my seat and watched as they dragged in three people. One was Hermione Granger, another Ron Weasley. And the third, some boy with a messed up face.

"Draco!" My mother screeched causing him to stand up. She held the boy with the messed up face up and pointed her wand to his neck. The boy whimpered out in pain as Draco was put on the spot. He looked to me then to the boy. Who I was ninety-nine percent sure was Harry Potter.

"Well?" She asked impatiently looking to the boy then Draco. She wanted for him to identify him as Harry.

"I-I can't be sure." Draco stuttered.

"Draco, look closer, son. If we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven. All would be as it was, you understand?" Lucius ordered walking up behind Draco. He grabbed Draco by the neck and shoved him towards the boy.

"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him. I hope, Mr. Malfoy." The leader of the snatchers stated stepping up.

"You dare to talk to me like that in my own house?" Lucius barked.

"Lucius." Narcissa warned walking up to her husband. Narcissa pulled him away from Draco. To calm him down so he didn't accidentally kill anybody.

"If you can't tell, we'll make Isabella try. And it won't be through memory. So don't be shy, sweetie. Come over." My mother smirked winking at me. She wanted me to use my powers to tell if it was Harry. I knew it was, but I wouldn't say that. I didn't know if I was ready to expose myself to them yet anyway. She grabbed Draco by the hand and pulled him over.

"Now, if this isn't who we think it is. And we call him over, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure." My mother laughed. Draco looked at him carefully.

"What's wrong with his face?" He asked in disgust.

"Yes, what is wrong with his face?"'my mother asked the Snatchers.

"He came to us like that. Something he picked up in the forest, I reckon." One of the snatchers shrugged as if Harry was a deformed puppy.

"Or ran into a stinging jinx? Was it you, dearie?" My mother asked suspiciously looking to Hermione. As one man held her and Ron back.

"Give me her wand, we'll see what her last spell was." My mother ordered walking to the snatchers. Draco looked from Harry to me. He knew who this was. It caused my heart rate to quicken. I begged him with my eyes to keep his mouth shut.

"Ah! Got you." My mother cackled pointing to Hermione as she struggled against the man holding her. She stopped walking and gasped.

"What is that?" She asked in shock looking to a snatched who held a familiar sword.

"Where did you get that!" She screamed walking closer to the Snatcher.

"It was in her bag when we searched her. Reckon it's mine now." The snatcher shrugged. My eyes widened as my mother stunned him and caught the sword as he fell to the ground.

"Mother!" I yelped as she attacked every Snatcher in the room. She either stunned them all or choked them until they were either dead or unconscious.