Dumbledore's Daughter: Islay.

Caged.

*A/N I took a long ass break from writing so my style is very different. I have been very focused on other books.*

Hands brushed up and down the walls of the building. Not a word spoken as her hair grew to be unbelievably long with it being well taken care of. The dingy walls were not well taken care of but with a swish of a single they perked up and seemed to be far better than before. Bare feet were left to walk along the floor as they minutes had a chance to run by. Thoughts filling the house of various things.

"Come in." The unbreakable vows must have been taken and not even a whiff of her existence could be given without death of the offending member of the team. Fear was heavy in the air and regret penetrated the room. Mostly from those sat around as one of the bodies were taken from the room. For the first time in years, three to be exact, a soul other than Voldemort would see her for her. No glamour or covers.

The room was dingy and a large table was running down the centre of the entire room. Bodies surrounded the table and eyes ran up and down her. Silver swung so low that it could cover her entire upper half and she was covered in long black, witch's robes. Her eyes an unforgettable white with the black core being the only noticeable thing on her face.

Gasps were heard as she walked down with a head held high and hands together at her front. Passing, an old professor, Charity, was spotted and deep down she cried. The whole situation had her terrified but she couldn't let it slip out. The screams had been heard but she had no clue that it was her.

"Miss Islay Aryn Dumbledore." A bow was given and then she sat. Looking out to the table as a whole. Nothing passing over her face as she saw the faces. Some recognisable as she saw two in particular. Snape and also Draco. Although Islay wasn't surprised she wasn't excited about it either. They both had so much promise and they threw it all away as they followed Voldemort.

Her face was paler than before and as soon as Snape saw her he seemed to glow even paler. His face falling and he seemed to look away as soon as he could. None of this had passed Islay by and she wasn't going to let that pass her by.

"Islay my girl. Do you have anything to say to any of these before I set you off on your task?" Silent, she shook her head. Wonder had filled her as she thought on what had passed since she left. A lot must have been going on but she had no clue. Something in the air told her it was bad so her tongue was bitten and then they began to speak, or he began to tell them their tasks.

"Snape, my most loyal follower, I want you to take Miss Dumbledore and take her back to the school. She will not be a student but a member of the faculty rather. As the latest headmaster you can have complete control obviously." Snape agreed and cast another of his judgemental eyes over her. Just as he had done whilst she was in class as one of his students.

"Miss Dumbledore, you are to keep the sharpest of eyes our for Potter and his three friends. I do not want them to go unnoticed due to your idiocy though I fear you are far too observant for that to be true." Islay was blank but curious as to where her father had run off to. She was so desperate to see his face again and talk for hours. About all he had done to her. How Voldemort had actually thought that he was strong enough to change her memories.

"Yes my Lord." The room was emptied of all the adults after their missions were set aside from Snape and Islay. They were with him and he spoke slippery of how important the pair were in their observation. How eyes had to be kept on the adults around them in the school.

When they were told to leave they did so with haste. Not wanting to displease him as they both knew all too well what he did in anger. Neither could forget that.

"Miss Islay. Things have changed." A far off voice whispered as she passed. It was one of the women. Mrs Malfoy. A lovely woman but a scared one who only did what she had to for her boy.