Dumbledore's Daughter: Islay.

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The year was dragging. "It hasn't even hit Christmas. I am ready for the year to end." Pacing Islay thought of the horrors the year was bringing. "You are making me feel tense. Stop pacing please." The plea caused Islay to stop and think on the sofa. "So, I want to end this year right now." The vibrations that left Mat's chest shook the small student slightly. "Right, I need to go meet my friends in the village. Don't kill your father whilst I am away." The last sentence was spoken over his shoulder as a coat was placed on and he headed off. The portrait was swung open and then closed. Deciding to walk as well Islay jumped to her feet and walked from the room.

The cold castle sent shivers down Islay as the walk took her into various parts of the castle. "Ah, Islay I just saw Harry if you fancy a chat with him." Silver shook in disagreement. "No thank you. I prefer to walk without purpose. I become tired slower." The tongue and cheek comment was left as the pair walked together.

"I remember Erin teaching me defence against the dark arts. Only for a term of course." Confused at first realisation struck. "You knew mum?" Tired hair nodded in agreement. "She was also in the order before she got sick." A smile of thoughts emerged. "Your father admitted that today you were not in a positive mood with him. Islay?" Shaking her head to agree the conversation stopped when the surroundings turned deathly cold. "Sorry." Islay had mumbled it but the man heard it. "Nonsense. It isn't yo... ah right, yes. So, quidditch wasn't you're sport?" The whole hall rushed even colder and stones cracked up. "I love the sport. Dad also said I could try out. I made it onto the team then dad changed his mind." An 'ah' escaped as Remus tried to change subject. "Not to worry. Did you know your mother used to hum 'Tears in heaven'. I heard that..." he was cut short though as Islay interrupted. "My father is Albus Dumbledore. He is the master of a topic change. Don't worry. Anyway, I shall not freeze you anymore or waste your time. I shall be off." A small smile and wave let the pair leave their own ways.

The cold air moved all fabrics that covered the third year. Jeans held close but the oversized jumper flew with the scarf freely. A firebolt was firmly held and Mat was thought of as the memory flashed for a second. "Where, dare I ask do you think you are going in this weather?" The heavy snow fell with the wind hammering the small flakes down but it had been so much worse hours before. "Off to the pitch sir." A sound of agreement came as well as well placed steps. "Why?" The snow instantly fell faster than before and clearly Islay was the cause. "I fancied some fresh air." Disbelieving Islay was nudged forward and off she walked. "Professor Snape. Do you fly often? I mean you referee but that is minimal flying." The silence told her that he was getting annoyed. A small smirk took to her face. Before anymore could be said the field was met and the broom mounted. The snow's effects lessened as wind grew short and weak.

Free falling was dangerous but from such a great height, why wouldn't she? The cold was long forgotten as white matched the hair of the falling girl. A large black jumper kept the warmth in as well as a scarf fit for Antarctica. The ground grew closer but Islay didn't react. Not till later than most did. Her left foot caught on the snow below but it lasted a second as the height was returned to. A black blob still stood to the side but did nothing as white also settled. The fresh air was long desired as adrenaline pumped furiously through the small girl's body. The fog and cloud covered the floor completely as the stands also blurred into nothing. The grip on the broom was loosened and Islay let her body fall bellow the broom only with her knees keeping the wood up to speed. The wood came into view as well as the various house colours. Quickly turning and pulling up the snow had grown even higher and once again her foot was snagged a little but no fear could have been felt.

After nearly an hour of free falling Islay was suddenly stopped. In the middle of her drop her whole body stopped moving as well as the broom. Looking around the black blob had moved into a stand and was also paired with bright robes and a short man in black. "Islay dear let us have a talk." There he was again. The party pooper. The student was allowed to free fall again but instead she pulled up and met the troubled three. "Yes?" Small smiles were given to all three. "That was very dangerous." Islay just nodded with indifference. "I ask that you hand me your broom." Albus knew how she would react but after Harry, no chances would be taken. The broom was handed over and then the young student began walking again. "Yes Master. Sorry Master. No, please Master take my freewill." Wood to the right was kicked and the young girl stormed off. "Where are you headed?" Filius seemed concerned as the snow forced the sight of the girl from them. "To the astronomy tower." Some agreement was sounded. "Excellent sights." Huffing Islay retorted. "Excellent heights for excellent jumpers." Hoping for it to be a joke Flitwick lightly and nervously laughed.

The wind was chilling again and countless times snow fell into Islay's eyes. Not perturbed the march continued. The tower was not far from her current situation and the height seemed to soothe her. Just as the bottom step was about to be used a familiar voice spoke. "Miss Dumbledore. What do you think you are doing?" The deep velvet voice caused Islay to turn and hug the speaker. "Mat stop with the voice." The two were alone and Mat seemed to be relatively warm considering outside. "I have been looking for you. I thought the cold had gotten you." Hugging tightly the glass audibly moved and Islay stepped back. "Sorry, I am a little tense. Father took my broom today."

All he had to do was talk and hug her for it all to be better. "I better get my broom tomorrow for Christmas. My stuff for you arrived yesterday." The pair were wrapped up in each other. "Lala, who do you want to be your first kiss?" The fire turned purple and Tom flashed. "Sorry, it keeps getting worse. I am loosing control too much. I...um...well...you see I may or may not have had it. I mean it wasn't bad he was just a mean dude and also he kind of died like a minute later. I also think I broke his nose when I punched him. What about you?" The topic wasn't changed. "Well, I haven't had it yet. I want details, names, when, his age and all that. I want my kiss to be with someone that matters to me." The pair fitted together like a jigsaw as they laid all tangled with one another and also blankets. "It was the end of last year. I don't really know why, just happened really. He was about sixth or seventh year possibly. I have no clue. I didn't recognise him then Harry explained. I kissed Tom Riddle. Oh and one more thing Tom Riddle is Voldemort. He was young though, with hair, nose and normal features. It was in the chamber. Not even Harry knows. Tell no one." The last bit was whispered and Mat agreed. "So Matty boohoo. Got anyone in mind?" A slight wiggle of the shoulders let him know of her playful nature. "With a nickname like that no female will even look at me never mind kiss me." A slight pinch was given in unison with the comment.

"Ouch, try me." The pair were on the sofa laughing by the fire that was continuously changing in colour as they talked. Eventually the pair fell to the floor with a plop. Mat let Islay squirm for a second as she lay pinned beneath him. "Please, let me go." Once she realised that it was hopeless Islay gave up. "Okay..." silence ensued that the moment was realised. Slowly lips got closer until they met. 'Someone that matters,' flooded her mind as the kiss continued.