Epilogue

"Let's welcome three time Grammy artiste Isabell Thomas," said the presenter

An Indian girl walked on stage. Her eyes darted around the audience as she smiled. Typical talk show sofas greeted her as she made herself comfortable on one of them. The questions started immediately.

"You and the rest of Mudblood have broken up to pursue individual careers. Why?" Jane the host asked

"We felt that after eight years of music together our time was up. We're moving on which isn't necessarily a bad thing. We broke up as friends. Oh, and a big thank you to all our fans who stayed with us all the way," she said all with a smile

"You have acknowledged that Lord Voldermort is your father. How do you feel about his disappearance?"

"First of all my condolences to the family of the Potters, their friends and most of all to their son Harry. I went to school with both James and Lily and they didn't deserve it," I started, "about my dad truthfully I don't care. He has never much of a role model to look up to anyway."

With that said, the subject closed.

"Any advice to people who want to get in the music industry?" Jane inquired

"If you have talent be prepared to work hard. Start now but don't forsake your schoolwork. You don't know if you're going to make it or how long it will last," I answered

"Your last album together as Mudblood will be released this summer. What can we expect?"

"Well we asked our fans to send us their favourite songs from our previous albums. The top eight songs are on there with four very personal songs we thought was the right time to share,"

"Alright time for our quickfire questions," Jane started, "favourite food"

"Pizza,"

"Favourite artiste?"

"Celtic Women"

"In a relationship"

"None"

"Favourite song"

"What makes you beautiful by One Direction"

"Least favourite thing,"

"Tuning my instruments,"

"Do you have a crush,"

At that I froze. Sure I knew the question was coming but Reg died ages ago. I'm still pining for him.

"Yes, but he died," I said with gritted teeth

"I'm sorry," said Jane she didn't feel sorry at all

"Recording or live concerts?" the questions started again

"Live,"

"Are you still a virgin," Jane smiled thinking she got me

"No, lost it to my crush's brother,"

"That's all we have time for," she started as stage hands got the stage ready for a performance, "Singing her latest single 'Where you there' give it up for Isabell Thomas!"

Why do come? Knocking at my door

Do you beg for my forgiveness now?

But where were you when troubles came?

Don't sit there dumbstruck I know your game

Where you there? Where you there?

When the nightmares came

Could I jump on your bed to feel safe again

Would you sing me goodnight

To sooth my mind

So you have an answer to these questions

Not pitiful excuses or sweet, sweet lies

Where you there? Where you there?

To sing me goodnight

To calm in the darkest night

The torture of loneliness I've seen it's face

'cause of you I don't know

I don't know how it feels to love at all

My heart years later still in pieces

Where you there? Where you there?

To hear my vigil

The one I said before bedtime

Did you teach me kneel and talk to deity's above

This pain and torture is nothing you've known

You were never there to take my hand

To guide me down the windy road

No use these questions know

No voids in my heart could be filled

Loving is not easy

Hurting even harder

Where you there? Where you there?

A question only you could answer

And answer it you will

Isabell closed front door of her apartment. It looked spotless. Maria must have cleaned it. Her eyes rested on the pictures that decorated her apartment. Photos taken during her time at Hogwarts. A very drunk Reg laughed back in the first one. The next with the Marauders. Remus helped a lot when Rick went through his first couple of full moon. One showed the last Mudblood record before Irma tied the marriage knot one of the main reasons for the break up. The last one was Bell with Barty and Severus at Reg's funeral.

She bit her tongue to stop herself from crying. The path of destruction her father left was too great. Now Sirius was on the line. Even in what she hoped was her father's death he still hurt people.

A/N: I've started typing a new Harry Potter fic by the name of Love, the magician. It's a OC/Voldermort one. If your interested please check it out I'll post it soon. Hopefully;)

She played with her mother's ring. Maybe she should accept Dumbledor's job offer just in case.