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Bleeding Candle

Chapter One : The Change.

BPOV

I watched like a hawk at the scurried movement of children passing me as I stood outside the Head masters office of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was my first year at Hogwarts school, yet I wasn't going into first year like most new comers to the school. I had transferred from another magic school; Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, located in the south of France. It was inevitable, if I had stayed there I would have quickly ended up in Azkaban, that's how frustrated I got with those girls. No one seemed to understand 'leave me alone' and 'no, I don't want to flutter like a butterfly and sigh like a damn pansy'. Our headmistress was a giant, literally. She had this need to teach love and peace to us, which wasn't what I needed to know. I craved to learn magic, darker magic than schools allowed, so no matter where I went I would be left unsatisfied with my desire unquenched.

Elder students made their way past me now, the little ones having already been directed else where so they can line up to find out which house they will be under for the rest of their school days. That was also different from my past school, there were no teams, no competition. It was a school effort and everyone was rewarded when it was individuals who were clearly leading the group with their intelligence. I was one of those pupils, the one who did the work and got no recognition for it because we all participated, yeah right. I could feel my anger heating up my veins as my fists clenched at my sides and my eyes shut tightly to stop from muttering curses under my breath, that could lead to disastrous repercussions of my actions. Another thing I should mention; I was kicked out of Beauxbatons, my behaviour was a disgrace and stood for everything the school did not believe in. I only singed the girls hair, it wasn't as if I burned her whole head off.

I felt people watching me, heard them whispering. My eyes flashed open, positive they would be tinged with red that tended to come about from my anger. The group gasped as I hissed under my breath. I felt my baby slither from his place in my backpack up to curl around my neck and rest over my shoulders. He seemed to have scared the group of girls dressed in blue and grey, suggesting they were from Ravenclaw house. My junior leiopython was only six months old, but was already one metre in length and getting bigger by the day it seemed. I loved him, I was a parseltongue, so I actually knew him. I'm not like one of those muggles who fawn over their cats or anything. Mort was a part of me. Mort, being my baby's name.

"Are you lost?" An arrogant voice asked in a rather sharp tone. I looked up to see a boy just slightly taller than me. His hair was a disarray of black mess as his eyes squinted through round framed glasses. I could barely notice the scar hidden beneath his fringe. His posture was standoffish, his wand was in his robe's inner pocket as one of his hands rested warily above it, ready to attack.

"No." I answered in a cold, detached tone. His robes indicated he was from Gryffindor. His expression hardened at my lack of response to him.

"Then what are you doing here? If you are new you should be waiting outside the grand hall with the other first years." He was so aggressive it was amusing. I had done nothing to him to show any form of a threat and yet the famous Harry Potter treated me as if I were below him. I stared him down as he maintained eye contact.

"I am not a first year. Thank you for trying to help me though, Mr Potter, but I have specific orders from Albus Dumbledore to await his presence to introduce me to your school body." My slight French twang made some of my words more shaper than intended, but an accent is an accent. Living in France for six years was very influential on my speech. "Please, feel free to return to your assembly." He nodded sharply once as I smiled reassuringly, even though it was fake. He left me to it.

Half an hour later found me with Mort asleep in my backpack again as I waited impatiently for the headmaster to retrieve me. Boredom set in as I viewed the paintings on the wall that moved within the frames. They all watched me as I watched them, some even whispering about me, right in front of me. My eyes were distracted when an elderly man with flowing white locks and beard approached me with his half moon glasses slipping down his nose as he peered over them to inspect me as a small creep of a smile hinted at his lips.

"Ah, you must be Isabella Sarazin. It is a pleasure to have your families name attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please, come, come." He walked two steps before me as he approached two thick heavy wood doors, that seemed to be silent behind them, but with a flick of his wand the doors creaked open and the mindless chatter of the hall bombarded me. Mort obviously awoke from the vibrations around him as he slithered once more onto my shoulders. Peeking the headmasters curiosity as his eyes settled on the white python that now tasted the air around him with his tongue, then began to lick at my neck as I smiled. When we began walking down the centre of the room between tables, we seemed to gain interest as the whispers ceased and heavy stares increased.

The headmaster stood before the school body and raised both his hands as everyone settled down with their complete attention on us. The blue silk of the material from my previous school's uniform lightly danced against my legs, my hat was perched neatly on my mahogany waves that had been pinned up in a French twist, and my chocolate eyes simply observed everyone around me. "Our new beginners don't just start and end with the first year pupils." He said in a voice that echoed in the large hall. "Today is the first for Hogwarts as we introduce and welcome, Isabella Sarazin." Their were shock gasps as I smiled, quite proudly of my family name. "Miss Sarazin has transferred here from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. I expect you all to give her a warm welcome." He extended his hand out to showcase the stool with the hat on. "Miss Sarazin, if you take a seat, the sorting hat will tell you which house you belong to." I smiled and nodded. Mort climbed down my chest to lay curled in my lap as the pupils watched with shock of Mort's presence.

"Thank you headmaster, but I do not think it will take an old hat to tell me where I belong." I said with confidence as my accent came out heavier than intended as his eyes hardened and a firm frown placed on his face. "If they think a hat can tell me that I trust the dark over the light, then it will be telling me something I already know." My tongue hissed in parseltongue as the headmasters eyes popped open and nearly all the people in the room gasped. "I know where my allegiance lies." With that, the hat barely even touched me.

"Ah, there is darkness in you that not even I have met before, say for one." The room was silent. "Tom Riddle." I watched as the paling faces around me stared. My eyes sought out Harry Potter and as soon as we made eye contact I smirked. "Slytherin." The hat announced as I stood quickly, placing Mort back on my shoulder as Dumbledore stared at me with burning worry.

"In this I trust, for this I know; the dark will stay and light shall go." I said to the silent room as Slithering practically screamed with joy at my presence in their house. Salazar Slytherin - brother to Samarra Sarazin, one of the darkest wizard families in the world of magic. I took my place at a vacant seat and found mostly all the seated pupils at the table staring at me, but one burned me with his heated stare. I tilted my head and smiled in recognition. "Hello, Draco Malfoy." His eyes nearly popped out of his head as I chuckled under my breath as Mort rose his body to lick at my cheek whilst tasting the air.

"He will take us to him." Mort whispered as I watched the white haired boy with curiosity. "His parents are both death eaters, he wishes to follow the dark lord like them. If he brings you to them, he will be rewarded nicely."

"What kind of a reward?"

"His life." I nodded and kissed Mort's nose as he head butted my cheek and then looked over my shoulder to the teachers eating table. His eyes locked on one of the teachers and butted me again to get my attention. "Severus Snape will be your ally here. He is a death eater and is placed highly amongst the dark lords ranks." I looked to find the man staring at me with curiosity as I smiled and nodded my head in acknowledgement. He quirked his lips in a sort of smile as I gently pulled my left sleeve down to show the bottom of the mark which showed I too was a death eater. His eyes went wide as he excused himself from the table and came over to me.

"Miss Sarazin, I believe I have yet to be introduced to you." He said low in my ear as I smiled and nodded.

"I know who you are Severus Snape." He chuckled and clicked his fingers impatiently to someone else to join us, as I watched him closely. "I need to go to him." I stated as he scoffed. "I'm not joking. I have news that could potentially save his life, I wont be the one who withheld information that will ruin any chance of darkness wining." I hissed as he tensed before skimming his nose down my cheek.

"Even the walls have ears, little girl. Come to my office - Malfoy, you too! - we will apperate from there. Malfoy, you will be Miss Sarazin's personal guide whilst she is with us. I am the head of Slytherin, so please let me know if you need anything. Keep the mark hidden." He said kindly as I nodded firmly once as he got up and went back to his place of seating. Draco sat down by my side and a few large boys and two girls moved the other students so they could circle us, sort of. I looked up accusingly at their presence.

"And how may I help you?" I put on my seductive tone as they all paled slightly and stuttered. Draco chuckled at my side, knowing his followers were less than intimidating. "Dragon, your friends are incapable of speaking, are they mutes?" I asked Draco as he watched me carefully.

"Don't call me that." He muttered harshly. I grinned, knowing it would provoke him. "And they talk." He smacked Goyle around the ear as he cringed and cleared his throat, away to speak, but I laughed.

"Is it only daddy who can call you Dragon? But yet, your parents must not show any form of emotion to the outside world, so your are starved of attention until your family is behind closed doors, only then will you have the perfect parents who love you and call you Dragon, because your so fiery. How adorable. Emotions only get in the way. The bigger picture is a lot more important than you feeling deprived of attention." I stood up and walked to the teachers table, curious eyes on me as I walked to Snape.

"Miss Sarazin, you are not meant to be up here." A teacher spoke, but I ignored them and lent down to Snape's ear, who was careful of my approach as he moved his chair so I could stand by his side.

"I'm not feeling well, please may I be excused?" I looked him in the eyes as he smirked and shook his head.

"Of course, I will come with you and retrieve a an antidote potion for your illness." He spoke a little louder, so teachers did not become suspicious of our departure. "Master Malfoy, would you be so kind as to bring Miss Sarazin's bag?" He demanded Draco as we left the hall, "And do be careful you do not disrupt the snake." He chuckled darkly when a small whimper came from behind us. We easily made it to his office as he opened the door for me to walk in, Draco not long after. "Isabella, what are you doing here?"

"I may or may not have used a small curse on the head girl." I shrugged. Okay, so the hair singing was an after affect of the curse, but she was fine after, she didn't even know I had cursed her, she was fine.

"Isabella." He growled, I huffed.

"Fine, I used a forbidden curse; the Imperio curse. Because of my age and the fact that it was the first time I had used the curse I wont be going to Azkaban. I was thrown out of Beauxbatons and Madame was nice enough to ask Dumbledore to accept me into Hogwarts." I pouted.

"And how long have you had the dark mark?" He asked as I beamed a smile, in which he shook his head at, but couldn't deny his smile.

"My father gave it to me when I was ten. He said I was going to be a woman of greatness and to fulfil my greatness I had to chose a side. When I told him my little poem, of sorts, he kissed my forehead and placed his wand at my arm." I shrugged. "I got the poem tattooed on me." I smiled. There on the inside of my arm from wrist to crease of my elbow was the words, 'In this I trust, for this I know; Dark will stay and light shall go' in beautiful script lettering.

"It's time to meet him." I nodded as he held onto my waist and then around Draco's shoulder as we apperated to a grand room that had marble flooring and black painted wood panelling on the walls. With statues, and wall length windows with thick drapes hiding the daylight. Draco stormed off, leaving my backpack on the floor, so Mort slithered out and curled up my leg to wrap around my right wrist and hand. "He has not allowed anyone to see him yet, apparently his change is complete and he looks like a man once again, but he only speaks to his followers behind a mask." I furrowed my brows.

"Maybe he just ain't pretty." I shrugged as Severus laughed and guided me in the direction of Draco's departure.

"Or maybe he is no longer as intimidating as his previous appearance." Severus suggested as I nodded, that was most likely it.

"He is the darkest wizard known to magic, a mask or an inhuman appearance should not matter. All who know him fear to speak his name out loud and would rather call him 'he who must not be named', even if he's a pretty boy, he'll still be feared." More laughs than Severus' chuckled at my comment as we entered the dining room where a long table filled with men and women of darkness sat. I searched until my eyes landed on one man I was pleased to see. To be honest my insides were giddy and I was desperate to run and hug him, but I was a Sarazin, you don't show emotion that could show weakness. "Father." I nodded formally

"Isabella, you look well. Come." He ordered. I did as I was told and walked around the table to my father. I bowed before him, "You have certainly grown into quite a fine woman, dear." My eyes were begging to cry and hug him. I hadn't seen him through out my school years. Six years was a long time.

"Thank you." He was about to kiss my hand, but noticed Mort and chuckled. "Mort, move." I hissed as my pet coiled further up my arm, to expose my hand to my father. My fathers brown orbs smiled at me as he kissed my hand and patted it after.

"Come, sit." He ordered as a house elf appeared with another chair for me to sit beside my father. "And who is this fine creature?" My father gently stroked Mort's rough scales.

"Mort, it means death in French, I thought it fitting for him. He is only six months old and is a white lipped python. He is my pet and companion." I smiled. "There is another snake over there, is she Nagini?" Eyeing the fine green python that was coiled around the vacant chair of the Dark Lord.

"I am Nagini, little one." The snake spoke as I smiled and nodded.

"I am Isabella Sarazin. Whilst in France I over heard a conversation about our Master. Dumbledore has retreated vegetarian vampires to help win the war, but there is a dark coven of vampires, true vampires, that will fight against them. The Volturi. They will be beneficial to our fight against the Light.

"The dark lord is coming, little one." I bowed my head in preparation as others watched me curiously, but then as the dark lord appeared right behind my chair, they all mimicked my stance. My heart beat furiously in my chest as my eyes trained on the table before me, even Mort was still.

"I have heard your conversation with Nagini and your pet. I am pleased with your loyalty, but know that this information has already reached me." His voice was as dark as his magic as he bent so his mouth was against my ear. His light breath fanning my cheek as my body tensed and trembled at his close proximity.

"The light vampires are at the school already. Their leader is helping within the hospital of the school, my lord."

"And tell me; Why is it that you are here to tell me, why not Draco?"

"You would have to ask Draco that, my lord."

"I also heard your conversation with Severus as you entered. For one so young, I am pleased that you have such beliefs of me. But I assure you, I am not a 'pretty boy' as you said." He chuckled when blush washed my face. "I also know that you were removed from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for casting an unforgivable curse. Tell me little one, why?" No one had moved their eyes or bodies, but I heard their shocked gasps - especially my father - at the knowledge of my illegal use of magic.

"I needed information and the girl had it. She just wasn't very forth coming about sharing it." He laughed and brushed his hands along my shoulders as he remained close to me.

"The information you just told me, you received by casting the Imperio curse? You controlled your victim to protect the dark?" I nodded sharply once.

"To protect you, my lord." He laughed a full hearted laugh that seemed to make everyone around me anxious. "In this I trust, for this I know; the dark will stay and light shall go." His laughter stopped as my chair screeched against the floor as it turned to face the dark lord, but my eyes remained down as I held out my inked arm as his index finger traced the lettering silently.

"I will translate what Miss Sarazin just said; In this I trust, for this I know; the dark will stay and light shall go." His eyes raked my arms permanent lettering as his chuckle continued when he noticed the death eater mark. "I do not believe I gave you this."

"No my lord. I was ten when my father made me choose my side. He did not want me going to school to be influenced towards the light. His plan worked, my allegiance is to you my lord."

"Solomon, your daughter is quite simply amazing." I sighed in relief as everyone around us seemed shocked by his words. "You should be in Azkaban for your illegal use of that curse." I nodded and smiled.

"I'm too pretty for prison, my lord." He laughed, everyone chuckled, but they seemed shocked at my forward behaviour towards him.

"That you are, little one. I assume that since you arrived with Severus and Draco that you are already in attendance of Hogwarts?" I nodded and dared to peek up through my lashes, his back was turned to me, he was watching a painting on the wall as it moved within it's frame. He had much a masculine form to him, his back was covered my his robes, but the outline was one of an athlete. He was tall, but his head was covered by his hood.

"I am, my lord." My eyes fell down again.

"I can only imagine what the hat said to you." Draco laughed as I smiled with pride. "Your reactions tell me that it is exactly how I thought." I faintly heard Draco mumble 'not likely' as the dark lord stepped to his chair. "Draco, would you extend on your statement." He requested as Draco nodded nervously.

"The hat only touched her head before exclaiming that he had never felt someone so dark before, except for one; Tom Riddle. Isabella is in Slytherin." The room was once again filled with awe as I blushed. "Dumbledore, was, as you can imagine, rather put back when Isabella told the whole school that she knew where her allegiance lied and spoke the same words as you translated earlier to the whole school." The dark lord was in font of me once again. His fingers pried my chin up. I slowly moved my head with his hand.

He was breath taking. His hood had been taken down as he watched me through dark orbs. His strong jaw and cheek bones enhanced his looks with plump lips and a broad nose, but not too broad. He had a long neck and a fit body. His eyes were nearly covered my his thick brown fringe and mop of brown curls that didn't reach his shoulders. He only looked to be mid-late twenties. I had my breath taken from me, he was breathtaking. "Not a pretty boy at all." I said as he chuckled. Showing off his perfect white teeth and creases in his skin with laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.

"Mort, Nagini would like some company of her own kind, would you mind being so kind as to remaining with us when your mistress leaves?" I was instantly nervous, I loved Mort, he'd been my only constant in the past few months since I had him.

"Yes, master, as you wish." Mort replied confidently.

"Nothing will happen to him. Nagini is, simply, rather taken with him." The dark lord seeing the fear behind my eyes as I nodded sharply once. I should not show any form of weakness, Mort was a weakness that our master was now aware of. Sensing my slight distress Mort had climbed my arm to bury his head under my chin in way of comfort. I sighed heavily and placed more weight atop of his head in recognition of his comfort. "Severus."

"My Lord?"

"Isabella and Draco should not come here again until the time is more suitable. Isabella will be watched very carefully by the light now she has made it known she is mine. Try not to have too much contact with Isabella now, since you still have to show allegiance to the light. Little ones, we may not see you until the school holidays. Draco, you may continue to owl your parents as normal, but mention nothing of Isabella or any occurrences with the light. Report to Snape as usual and he will contact us. Isabella, dear, unfortunately you will have to continue as you had in Beauxbatons, I'm sure Madame Olympe Maxime will have sent word to Dumbledore of your routine. I heard that you never sent owls or had much contact with any pupils, so try to do the same at Hogwarts. Perhaps it would be beneficial to you to also not cast anymore forbidden curses. You are, after all, far too pretty for prison." His hand cupped my chin and his smile turned into a crooked grin as I blushed further.

"Yes my lord."

"Mort will stay with me until your next arrival, hopefully it will not be until the school holidays, but if anything is desperately needed you may return, of course." I nodded reluctantly. I'd miss him, he was my only friend, my companion. "Until next time." His hand took hold of mine as he placed a lingering kiss on the back of my hand. My breath held completely still as I watched through wide eyes as his soft lips touched my skin, my skin tingling with pleasure from his touch. "Breathe, little one." I nodded and took a deep breath. His hand reached for Mort as my pet obediently curled up his hand like he had done to me just moments ago. "Say goodbye to your mistress, young one."

"I will miss you." He whimpered slightly, before firmly pressing on. "Be safe."

"I will miss you too, Mort. Stay safe also. It wont be too long and if you need me, just ask and I'll come for you." In his own way he nodded with a bob of his head. I nodded back and kissed his head, between his eyes as I stood and kissed my father's temple. "I will see you soon. Love you." He nodded and leaned into the placing of my lips on his head as he remained with his head bowed in respect for the dark lord.

I stood next to Severus and Draco as he pulled me close by the waist again as he brought his mouth down to my ear. "Since when have you been the dark lord's? If I'm not mistaken he did say 'mine' quite possessively." He teased as I looked up and made eye contact with the dark lord, who seemed amused by Severus, and smiled.

"I believe it was the day I turned ten years old." I replied as Voldemort shook his head.

"I believe you have been mine since the day you were born. Mates are made for each other after all." And with that Severus had brought us back to the school. My mouth still hung open and my eyes wide as he and Draco laughed amusedly by my side as Severus let go of my waist. I looked up at him weakly, on the verge of passing out.

"Mates,?" I passed out before either of them could reply.