Dumbledore's Daughter: Islay.

Again.

"Well, this is depressing." Mat let a laugh escape at the quiet room that surrounded them. "Mathew, I am beyond bored. Everyone has a life. You do too but you choose to be with me. Why am I so unappealing?" The laugh escaped quickly but the laugh caused a look to pass between them to say that they needed to get out. "Have you seen Tolkien? He eats but I don't often actually see him." The silence was enough. Warmth left as the portrait opened to let them at the halls leading to snow. "Happy Christmas you toe." Confused by the comment Mat decided that they would have some fun before returning to the Gryffindor common room. Islay was on the floor being tickled before another breath could be had.

The cold air flew and moved the snow both in flight and on the ground. "Tell me some interesting facts." Mat was playing and he was ready to move on when small hands pulled him to the floor and Islay started speaking. "Did you know that leap years exist because every year we have an extra quarter of a day?" A surprised sound came but still she continued. "There is no such thing as cold just absence of heat. There are flat earth theorist all around the globe. When relaxed such as in the shower our brain goes into a state called incubation, this allows us to think our problems through. Although both parents are important the rejection from your father can create greater and longer lasting effects. Minus four degrees also looks like a man taking a dump." (-4°)

Snow men and imprints left by students covered the field. Two bodies were outlined and footprints led from them all the way to the front doors as laughter took to the halls. "Hello ladies." Lee was looking chipper but he continued running and a furious filch explained this as he too ran and shouted bitterly. "So, this stuff you just told me. What can I do with such knowledge?" Before either could laugh the hall just before them was filled with the troubled teens. "Ah, Islay. Do you know Nicolas Flamel?" Silver hair moved in agreement. "Of course. Friend of my father. Great man and he even lives in Devon. I mean they are both so very old. Married to a Perenelle Flamel. Known for two things really. A great philosopher and also he was an alchemist. The man is 665 years old at least. He is French and attended Beauxbatons, not an all girls school. He likes opera. Anything else? My dad knows all about him. I grew up visiting often." The three all stared anxiously at the girl who had just stated all of the facts as though they were about herself. "Did...did he build, make or know of something that was very dangerous?" Pale eyes seemed to ponder on the thought and it was contemplated before Islay jumped and smiled. "No. Besides, isn't he dying? Last year after the whole stone thing. You don't think he knows of anything do you?" They all shook their heads honestly. "Bored and well, what else could we do? This whole thing is a mess. The bloody cat will be the death of me." Ron seemed too bored for words. "Aren't you all normally doing stuff that gets me nearly killed and in trouble until the term starts again?" Bowed heads left as the words were said. "Nicolas wouldn't. I mean. Really Hermione. He prolongs life, he doesn't take it." She sounded offended and affronted. "Hey, let's go find something to do." Mat had distracted her quickly and off they went.

"Look, every year you come to me, get me to do something stupid, I get in trouble, you win points and I get grounded for all the summer. You have barely even spoken to me all year." The lost look made it obvious. With him she would go. The toilet was already open after all and she was also already stuck behind rubble with Harry whilst Ron was stuck with some blond abomination.

Snakes twisted and twirled around as the lights flickered off the metal reptiles. Snakes were never the best of beasts for Islay and there she was, with a hoard of metal ones. Not to mention the large one that was somewhere yet to be found. Faint chat was heard not far away but one of the tunnels had sparked an interest in Islay. The poorly lit tunnel suffocated the small girl. It was like a flash as brown bobbed hair moved with the snake like creature not far behind. "Bloody snakes. It had to be snakes. I thought Lavender Brown was bad." The declaration was quiet but the echo carried. It wasn't until she looked up that a small rock or pebble came flying directly to her right. The snake, eyeless basilisk moved with exactness and as if on a hunt. In fear Islay stood firm and in control of the slow, low breaths. Turning quickly the snake was gone as Harry moved rapidly though the liquid at foot. A sharp left caused Islay to be faced with a handsome male that seemed to be in the latter years. 'Slytherin', "no one is perfect." The thought was verbal. "What are you talking of?" The brunette asked pointedly and in defence. "Sorry. I was thinking and it slipped out." Realising that the black jeans and mustard jumper made her look like a Hufflepuff it was brought up. "I am not a Hufflepuff. I doubt that changes much though." His smile seemed too proper but this was overlooked. "So, your name is?" Smiling sharply he responded "Riddle. Tom Riddle. And yours?" His dazzling eyes had lured the student closer until Islay was within reach. His soft hands stretched out and grabbed hers, pulling the girl closer. The eyes that shone closed as the two kissed. It was short and Islay jumped back immediately. "Why, why are you down here? I don't recognise you at all." Before any smooth response was made Harry interrupted with a snake not far behind. Hands were lost as Islay moved aside and let Harry pass. Guilt washed over the girl at being so careless. The snake kept striking and flickers of glee took to Tom's face in spurs. "Why are you happy at a persons suffering? No matter the house. I know that if I saw anyone who was suffering that I would want to help." His brown globes turned to her and quickly she found the structure behind her. "That is Harry Potter. The boy who should not have lived."

Shocked realisation set in. "You did all of this? What if a Slytherin was killed? Accidents happen." A shoulder shrug came in response. "There are others." Disbelief at the evilness of the boy before her kicked in. "Is there anyone who you would have cared for had they died?" A careful hand took to the silver, white hair. "You." Before anymore could happen Harry's sword caught light. "H..." it was stopped by a kiss but that also stopped short. "Why him? You know, I have an awful lot of things that you could help me with. I promise to not be as reckless." His words were lost as hexes passed the witch's lips.

A bloodied Tom stood over the diary that Harry then held. "What happened to him?" A look down to 'check' her own knuckles let Harry know. It didn't take long as the tooth pierced the diary of Tom. Light shone and nearly blinded the pair as they saw the remnants of a once boy disappear from view. "What, what did he do?" Islay didn't really want to know. "He is Voldemort." Wide eyes watched the young boy as the ripped school clothes were finally seen. "I wasn't any help now was I?" Harry disagreed as he talked of what had happened all with her help and well placed hexes on the basilisk until Ginny sprang back to proper life. Taking her leave the path was large and cold as the water soaked to unnatural places.