Hullo guys! New Chapter.

A.N For those calling Isi a Mary Sue… ahem 1) she didn't lose her parents and grow up with the Dursleys and I seriously can't imagine her having too much pain in her life and 2) is it illegal for someone to be a little happy about having a new friend that they can dress up, pff honestly if you don't like it turn around and don't read! I like constructive criticism, not petty words, and has it accured to you this is my first story, GIVE ME A BREAK!

I'm finished with my rant now. _ (turns red) Please review!

Chapter 3

Isi's POV

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

I gritted my teeth slightly (not that any of these idiots would notice) eyes flickering to my wristwatch.

14 minutes.

Couldn't time go any faster? Honestly Mama taught me this two years ago.

My French teacher is an idiot.

So is my Maths teacher.

And my Biology teacher,

And Art teacher,

And Geography…

I think you get the point; everyone in this infuriating school barely had half a brain to share between them.

I wish Khione was here…

At least she was able to hold a decent conversation; besides soon (hopefully) I would be able to adjust her to Dark Magic and she really would be my sister… in blood. Shouldn't be too hard, considering her talents…

Flashback

The Potters were dead on their feet, literally. Sirius and James had fell asleep in the living room, while Remus had managed to reach his room. Lily was dozing off in the kitchen, along with the twins, as well as uncompleted competition forms in front of them. Theseus was presumably once again sleeping in his bath, with his advantage of being a Water Elemental, meaning a) he wouldn't drown and b) water gave him energy.

Isi was the only one sort of conscious (she had taken an energy potion that would keep her awake for 12 hours, before she woke up everyone else in her house) stirring Parchment pieces (yes you did hear that right) into a shimmering blood red potion. Well it did contain blood. Khione's blood to be exact.

It was her blood test, Lily had started it a week ago (there was a reason blood tests were so expensive and not only because of the ingredients either) and it was near finished. Isi added the last pinch of crushed dandelion root.

The potion started to rapidly shrink; she turned the flame off, just as it sizzled out of existence. Only a single piece of dark red parchment was left at the bottom of the cauldron.

Isi picked it up, careful not to grip it too hard.

Hermione Jean Granger

19 September 1979

Female

3 Quarters Human A Quarter Wood Nymph Sealed

Here Isi held back a snigger, imagining in Khione in the nymph dresses that left nothing to imagination. That was a sight she would pay a small fortune to see.

Isla Arnica /Julie Violet Granger-Thomas Edward Granger

Blood Magi, Occlumens and Legilimens (mild)

Soul Mate Blaise Antonio Zabini

She frowned, the name sounded familiar. But from where?

Isi broke out of her memory (she didn't daydream, no matter what she told her friends) to Mr Kelly calling her name.

She brushed her magic against his mind, to see what he asked her. She was not so good at Occlumency, having no concentration skills (hence having the Occlumentic pendant) but she wasn't half bad at Legilimency.

Cocytus est la piscine profonde que vous voyez,
Le marais de Styx là-bas, puissance infernale
Par ce que les dieux prennent le serment et la crainte pour la casser.
Tous dans la foule voisine que vous notez ici
Sont les âmes d'indigent, les âmes du unburied.
Le batelier de Charon. Ceux les ours de l'eau
Sont les âmes des hommes enterrés. Il peut ne pas les prendre
Rivage pour redouter le rivage sur les courants rauques là
Jusqu'à leurs os reposez-vous dans la tombe, ou jusqu'à
Ils flottent et errent ce côté cent ans ;
Ils peuvent avoir le passage alors, et peuvent retourner
Pour croiser les profondeurs ils désirent ardemment pour. « (6.436-447)

(Cocytus is the deep pool that you see,
The swamp of Styx beyond, infernal power
By which the gods take oath and fear to break it.
All in the nearby crowd you notice here
Are pauper souls, the souls of the unburied.
Charon's the boatman. Those the water bears
Are souls of buried men. He may not take them
Shore to dread shore on the hoarse currents there
Until their bones rest in the grave, or till
They flutter and roam this side a hundred years;
They may have passage then, and may return
To cross the deeps they long for." (6.436-447))

Why in Merlin's name, they were reading The Aeneid in French was a complete and utter mystery to me, since it was a Latin/Greek book, shouldn't they be reading it in those classes instead? He nodded self importantly, like I didn't say that perfectly 'Well done Miss Potter,' his tone was pompous, and I felt the urge to bash his head until her bleed slowly to death, his life source spilling to the ground.

Crap. Crap. Could my life get any suckier?

Discretely I pulled up my sleeve. The damn mark was starting to fade. The Rune on my wrist was fading, quickly.

If I didn't get out of here soon, I might accidently slaughter the whole class. And that definitely would not be good for my reputation.

Disillusionment charms were life savers, literally in this case.

2 minutes left…

'Isidore Potter, please come to the main office.'

As swiftly as I could, without be rude I bolted away.

Mama was there, smiling like I hadn't randomly sent her a text saying 'Rune, come at once.'

'Yes I'm afraid a family emergency came up,' she explained in the delicate, demure manner, the one that made everyone immediately mark her as an English lady of noble birth. Not completely untrue, but not completely true either, considering she was partly Irish.

'Come on, Isi.'

The secretary waved, smiling with faked warmth, jealous thoughts about my mother running through her head.

My hand shook slightly in rage…

Hermione's POV

I hate Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Percy Weasley and pretty much every other Gryffindor, except strangely enough the Quidditch team members, who strangely left me alone, though it was probably because Wood was dragging them to train at 4AM every morning.

The rest were immature brats.

I glared at the state the dorm, or rather my bed was in, instantly knowing it was Lavender Brown's work.

So she wanted to play that game with me, did she?

Better not disappoint her then, after all redheads were known for their tempers and I learned from the best, even if I wasn't redheaded.

With a flick of my wand, and a muttered charm I vanished the torn bed covers down to Mara, putting my jewelry, and books back to their proper places. Finally, I pulled out the bed covers Isi bought, knowing it would stand out, indigo and navy among crimson and gold.

Now onto the others.

Let's see how much they enjoy an taste of their own medicine, shall I?

I never thought I would use the spells Aunt Lily had taught for revenge, especially considerin I had next to no practice. Anyway, who cares if something goes wrong, certainly not me. Besides… Practice makes perfect.

If only my younger self could see me now.

Third Person POV

'AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!'

A scream shook the Gryffindor tower, jolting everyone completely awake. Professor McGonagall rushed up to the Girl's Dorms.

The sight was quite hilarious and McGonagall bit her lip, trying not to laugh. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil had obviously been gossiping again, only to find themselves covered head to toe with some sort of coloured substances, all varying shades of pink and purple, their belongings destroyed, and of course it was all permanent, not that they knew.

Currently the two blobs cough sorry Miss Brown and Miss Patil, were screaming like banshees at one Miss Hermione Granger, who didn't look too impressed, though she was actually crying with laughter inside. Once they were huffing and puffing, plainly out of air, Hermione raised an eyebrow 'are you two done, or would you like to speak clearly, so someone can actually understand you?'

'YOU DID THIS YOU LITTLE… LITTLE… BITCH!'

McGonagall moved forward slightly ready to scold Lavender for her language.

Hermione mockingly yawned 'bitch means female dog, and as far as I am aware, I 'm quite humanoid,' she swiftly turned, walking to the bathroom, 'if you'll excuse me, I still haven't took my shower.'

Slytherin Dormitories

Draco rolled his eyes, watching his best friend pace around, for the last 30 minutes.

'If that fur carpet is anything less than perfect,' he drawled, 'you're paying for a new one.'

Blaise growled 'my life is about to end, and your worrying about YOUR CARPET!?'

'Yes, and don't be so dramatic, it's unbecoming.'

The dark-skinned teen huffed, tossing himself gracelessly onto the leather sofa, 'what do you suggest then?'

'Patience, Blaise, is a virtue. A virtue you don't possess,' was the bland answer.

'Patience?' IT'S BEEN MORE THAN S WEEK AND NOT .PERSON HAS MANAGED TO FIGURE OUT WHO MY MATE IS!'

BANG!

'It's Granger!'

Two heads (one platinum and one obsidian) turned to the door, 'what about her?'

'She's Blaise's mate,' Daphne gasped, still out of breath.

.

Blaise scowled, indigo eyes narrowing 'that's impossible, Granger didn't even come back this year.'

Daphne glared at her two male friends (friends only, she preferred her men more… well, naive ) wondering how stupid they could be stupid 'no you morons,' she snapped 'that girl you saw at the opening feast is Gra-Hermione,' she corrected.

'HOLY SHIT!'

America, New York

'Was that just me, or did everyone hear that holy shit?' Camryn blinked.

'Language, Cammie-Bear,' idly Lily stirred the calming potion.

Camryn scowled at the nickname, before twirling off to her sister's bedroom. Cadyn and Theseus were already there, playing chess on Isi's white, floral carved table. Her twin was winning, Theseus may be 2 years older, but he failed horribly at chess, despite his brilliant planning skills.

Isi on the other hand, was in bed, face pale, blonde locks tangled and dull. Under the covers, she was curled up into a ball, as if in pain.

It was difficult to belief this was the same girl from a week ago.

Camryn pulled the bamboo blinds shut, before shifting the thick crimson curtains shut, effectively blocking most of the light out of the room. Satisfied she curled up on the sofa.

Downstairs, James, Sirius and Remus were crowded around a booklet. It had arrived from Gringotts half an hour ago, in a crisp white envelope, sealed with golden wax.

It contained information on all and any houses they might be interested in… from Britain.

Despite popular belief, Remus wasn't all the brains, everyone could easily see that with Hermione back at Hogwarts, Isi was more fiery tempered, moody and bored. Hence why they were looking a houses. Obviously they couldn't go to one of the ancestral Potter homes, for obvious reasons.

'What about this one?' Sirius held up an image of a two storey (but widely spaced) house, with a garden big enough to satisfy Lily.

It only had five bedrooms, but that could be changed, 3 bathrooms, a patio and a basement. It was painted, white with a cross gabled, brown roof, and a wire fence.

'Not bad,' Remus mused 'a bit small but doable.'

'Hmm, the kids will be at Hogwarts soon though,' James ruffled his chocolate locks 'it should be good.'

'Good,' Remus nodded; pulling some parchment out, ready to pen a letter.

A few changes had to be made.

I'm sorry my chapters are so short, but nothing is really coming up.

Anyway, I already had the pairings TMR/ILP, LL/DM and BZ/HG sorted out, some pairings you want to see are welcome, so just put it in the reviews, and I'll try to sort them out.

Au revoir