Dumbledore's Daughter: Islay.

Two.

"Islay, time to meet the other students." Never had Islay felt so harassed by one voice before. "Yes Professor." A black hat concealing a tight black bun disappeared from view for a moment but came back into view as the small child followed.

"Do this do that. Don't help to kill the darkest wizard of all time." Islay mumbled under her breath as the wooden floor was crossed. Minerva hadn't heard the comment but Tolkien had. "Stop giving me that look." The grey fluff just curled back up and concealed the vibrant yellow eyes. Purring came to a halt as the door closed behind the pair. "He is a kitten. I doubt he understands." The challenge was dropped but the response was felt by both parties.

The hall was empty and silence ensued as the students weren't even at the station yet but Albus asked for all staff to be early. The meeting had finished but notes were taken and questions asked. Silently Islay thought of things that blankly crossed her mind. That was until one thing intrigued her. Lockheart. He was attractive to a degree but not all that great. No one deserved to receive such treatment. With a quick jump a presence took to her right. "Professor Lockheart." The greeting was short and whatever the man said next fell on deaf ears. Islay watched on in curiosity at how he acted and finally let his words enter her mind. "Don't you?" His tone was smooth and excitement seemed to cause a spark to ignite. He didn't care for her in anyway, he liked the risk, thrill that the way he spoke posed. All staff had mentioned her temper when she entered. "My bean. You look inquisitive. What is on your mind?" The once irritated and annoyed look was gone and a smile took to her face. "I have two questions." All adults looked on as the fake cheer sounded. All but the man beside her heard the angered tone. "When do blind people know that they can stop wiping?" Bamboozled faces stared back when Lockheart asked the question, "what was the second question?" After a clearly sarcastic response of pretending to think a deadly and flat tone responded "how many years in Azkaban for murder?" Rolanda let a snort escape but tried to cover it up. Gilderoy clearly not understanding carried on the conversation but upon noticing her father's amused face Islay decided to play. The young girl moved slightly closer and if anyone else was imagined in the boring man's place an almost smile could be forged.

"Do you know how many that is?" Before Gilderoy could let one more word out Islay answered, "yes actually it would take 400." Amazed by her knowledge Lockheart congratulated her. "Although, 400 people would be costly on the sole and also difficult to hide. You could just buy a sword not forged from enemy blood. I mean, they are probably cheaper, prettier and also less graves will need to be dug." The blond nodded and the conversation droned in until the students arrival was announced and all too familiar faces flooded the room.

"Lala!" Three all too cheerful boys announced. "What?" Getting squished between two boys whilst two identical ones watched from the other side. "Mummy kins told us that when you used to live with us, yes, live with us, we called you Lala." One began only for the other to finish. "So, it is coming back babycakes." Fred then George received looks. "Better than some. Now, all four of you need to get a good look at the teachers table. We are going to have some fun later." They all looked on mistaking it for a prank.

The first years came in but none of the older years listened unless they recognised the name. Cheering if the rest of the table was. "Oi. Ginny." Immediately eight pairs of eyes watched. None more than Ron though. "Gryffindor!" The worn out and tired hat declared. Cheers erupted and congratulations were given. The girl sat between Lee Jordan and Islay. Lee had to instantly stop kicking Islay and a sly smirk was given. "So, Ginny, you are the little sister I rarely hear about and yet ask so very much about." Bright pink cheeks took claim and small talk took over until the opening speech was given.

The red common room was filled with laughter and also exhausted students. "So, you told us to stare at the staff. Why?" Fred had asked but slightly paled at the look Islay had returned of mischief. "Right. State the name of three teachers at the table." Lee Jordan jumped at the chance. "Lockheart, Snape and Pomfrey." The laid back seating arrangements changed as Islay sat up properly from laying across various people. A crude smile took her features. "Kiss, marry kill. Fredward. Go." His face quirked into a thought and then it was decided. "Well, marry Pomfrey, kiss Lockheart and kill Snape!" The sentence grew louder and it gave the others confidence to admit to something similar. "So Lala. You?" The question was expected but Islay hadn't even thought about the answer. "Well, Marry Pomfrey, kiss the bat and kill the dumb blonde. Down with Lockheart!" Females took offense and males cheered. Ron seemed most excited.

"Right, again but this time, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Filch. Go on Dumbles." Islay let a face of grimness. "My dad, Mcgonagall or a creepy old man? Well, I am not kissing Filch. He would taste of cat so, kill him. Kiss dad. I did it as a kid right? Actually who is worse? I hate this game now." Hands hid features as eyes stared on in curiosity. "Fine marry McGonagall. I am not incestuous." Mat was next and he was the exact same. "So, incest hay?" An elbow to the ribs kept Harry quiet as they walked side by side smiling.

The bed was too comfortable to resist and the morning was too much to handle. Tears could have been shed. "So, have any clue who we are going to let kill us this year?" Hermione sighed and began on her first rant of the year. "Honestly Islay..." zoning out the day was about to be faced. The year was definitely going to be a fun one.

The hall seemed to move as students all crammed into the hall. "So, Lala." A sly look took hold and then Islay divulged. "Oh silly me I do believe that, oh yes, Professor Lockheart will always be welcoming such big fans for an autograph and I think he has a key to some store." There was no subtlety in the sentence at all but Islay didn't care. What was she for? "So what are we..?" Shaking red hair told her no but looks told her that it wasn't the time. "Ah, my little bean. Dare I ask for a little chat? Oh, and to answer your question 12 years for murder. You would do your waiting." The small girl followed but had to take large steps to keep up with such a pace. "Please stop running." Albus slowed his steps but not enough and a small smile and scrunched nose let Islay know he had heard.

"Yes?" The two stood in complete silence and Albus sighed. "Things are changing. This year will bring about a change. Even greater than last year but you shall stay safe. I do not know when we shall be safe again." Never before had her old man done this. "Who?" The word had barely escaped when she knew. It was tough to forget his hideous face. "Does he know I exist?" The nod was enough for Islay. It all became too serious too soon. "But, I am twelve. I am too little. Your not leaving are you?" He shook his head no and then hugged his sweet daughter whilst showing a small tight smile.

"Dad. If we are going to be all serious, can...can I ask a question?" A small nod came as the old man sat but Islay still stood. "I, what will happen to me if you die?" The reassurance that Albus tried to give with looks would have worked on soothing even the most anxious of persons but not Islay. "I will have no one. Will you send me back to live with Molly? I don't want to ever leave your side. Here." Wanting to lie Albus had to bite his tongue. "I have no plans to leave you. One day I shall leave but I am over one hundred. Give a man a chance. Besides..." caught short for the first time ever, speechless, another voice, one that belonged to Minerva McGonagall spoke making Islay scream in fright. "Dear, you have so many other people who know you and would care for you." Islay shook her head and made it clear that there was no belief there. "Name one person. Molly would care for me but I don't even know what she looks like." No more disputations could occur as the large brown door swung open and then closed as rapid steps brought the girl down the stone steps.

Students passed and portraits were passed but the halls were ignored as Islay walked almost out of habit to the common room. Bumping into a solid wall. "Oof." It was quiet but Islay let it slip and it wasn't until the wall moved that the young girl said a small apology but not once did anything soak in aside from stray tears. The forearm was grabbed angrily and attention was given to the angry person. "Oh, Professor. I am so sorry. I wasn't looking." The salt water still fell on occasion but the enraged Professor did not care. "Ten points from Gryffindor and why don't you enlighten me with what possessed you to be so careless?" Knowing the house had already lost enough she did just that. "I just spoke to my dad. I was upset because he said that things are changing and if he dies even he admitted that I would have nothing and no one." Realising the situation Snape let the girl go with a snarl.