Dumbledore's Daughter: Islay.

Later.

Small tears sprang into action as Islay watched the younger years enter the Hall with smiles and unknowing minds. There was a coldness and a darkness surrounding the world. It was hardly noticeable but for a few it was clear. The days would trickle by and time passed as people aged and minds passed peaks. The staff watched on with their noses and chins raised. They were keen to see who would be sorted into their houses or what the latest intakes would bring them. Usual faces were seen as they all watched on like unimpressed judges on some Muggle show.

Islay felt the room warm and the cold draft was cancelled out as the minutes ticked and soon the sorting was to begin. Her eyes were glossy and perfect but not that anyone was looking at her. All eyes stayed transfixed onto the hat and the students that wore it. Clearly tatty the fabric seemed to be on its last few strings but a living thing must have had feeling of some sort. Was the death of a hat going to be emotional? Islay pondered and in her state of thinking she hadn't even realised that the hat began to look newer by the second. When she did her mind cleared and she stayed focused.

The hall began to drag on but nothing seemed to pass as slowly as the lecture Islay received from her father and a few passing staff who were too nosy for their own good. Charity being one of them. "I know daddy. Can I go now?" She whined and with too much hesitation he agreed that she could. "Be safe not sorry." Her eyebrows came close together. "I'm not having sex. Besides, even if I was bodies don't work like that. I can't right now." He raised his eyebrows in a sort of response as slowly she drifted from the hall and to her dormitory for a needed refreshing sleep.

Light was barely taken in as the very first morning was faced for the year. "Miss Dumbledore." A slow hand raised and went for the paper but just as it was in her grasp it was gone. Confused, Islay turned to look at the professor. "We need a word." Hate radiated from Islay as she thought about having to move. "Can we do it later?" Minerva gave a look that made the small bean aware of the fact that it wasn't an option. "Fine." Fists slightly shook as she stood and stomped after the older woman in front of her.

When they had made it to the head of Gryffindore's office the professor snapped. "I ask that you stop your sulking." Islay then nodded sarcastically and gave a small smile. "What has gotten into you?" Islay didn't respond as they had made it into the office and they sat together. "Your father is unable to carry out your private tutoring from now on. Your timetable shall be just like every other student's now." Islay was evidently upset as the room momentarily changed but she removed the emotions from her head as she had been taught. "Okay. Is that all?" It was too early for Islay still and no half awake person was of sound mind. She could have curled up and slept for eternity at that point. "You are upset." Islay let the corners of her lips lower so a face of not being bothered showed. It was a look that said 'so?' but Minerva merely sighed as Islay was soon stood and trying to leave rather quickly "Your father told me that you are not to leave until I get a proper sentence from you." Minerva grew impatient with the young student. "Iam laetus moriar quia." Stunned into silence McGonagall watched the student leave.

Soft sniffs filled a vacant hall, one that very few ever entered and if they did then it was only because they were up to no good, drugs or sex mainly. Quaint steps sounded at a few odd moments. That was until scraping was faintly heard which was followed by a thud suddenly. Tears fell to the floor silently but it didn't matter as thoughts whizzed around the student's head. "What are you doing down here?" An enraged Filch asked. "Nothing." A shaky voice responded but that was enough for him as her crying could be heard. Filch laughed loudly as he left her alone again to dwell on her thoughts.

Islay felt her grip on the time slip as her first hour and eventually day had passed slowly. Fortunately it was a Saturday so no lessons would be had for another day. The hall was suddenly noticed as the ice covered the whole room and the doors seemed to be iced up. Vacant classrooms sealed and the main doors to the hall unable to open. Fog moved from her mouth as her nose remained completely blocked as well as her eyes popped. The sounds were slightly muffled as her sinuses stayed blocked for a while.