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Megara Kostas
First Year | 
Chapter Twenty-Four - Revelations 31st August 1978
During Izabella's last week of summer, Lucius stayed true to his word. His attention remained solely on Izabella. The mornings would be spent having breakfast at the Manor, Abraxas having warmed to Izabella once again. Then their days were filled with shopping and eating in top London locations, or trips to the theatre or even just sitting in the gardens of the Manor, absorbing the last of the summer rays.
The morning of Izabella's last day of freedom was bleak. The sun was hiding behind the grey clouds and although it wasn't raining, there was a bitter chill in the breeze.
With a heavy heart, Izabella swung her legs out of bed and began shoving her belongings into her Hogwarts trunk. Her freshly washed uniform was flung ontop of her cauldron, her school books were thrown in, and (after a trip to Severus' bedroom) her basic potion ingrediants were stuffed into a bag and slung into her trunk.
She sighed and looked around her now-bare room, catching sight of a speck in the stormy sky. She opened her window and allowed the large brown owl to land on her desk, taking the note that was attatched to it's leg.
Izabella,
I know you probably have plans, but this is really important.
Please come and see us. I'm at home waiting.
Trust me. Come straight away.
Lily
Izabella frowned and hurried to her wardrobe, grabbing a pair of jeans and a cream blouse, pulling them on as she twirled her hair up into a bobble. She snatched up her coat and raced down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a loaf of bread to feed her growling stomach. There was a tap on the window and Izabella let in another owl, taking the letter before it flew off.
Lily will make you breakfast fatty.
Hurry up. It's important.
Sirius.
Izabella rolled her eyes but couldn't resist the smile that crept across her face at the fact that he knew her so well. She pulled on her coat and headed for the door quickly. If even Sirius thinks something is important, it usually is.
She disapparated straight to Lily and James' front step in Godric's Hollow, knocking once before the door was pulled back. Sirius grinned and leant against the doorframe.
“Good morning.”
“I thought it was important?” Izabella said, raising an eyebrow as she pushed past him.
“Someone hasn't eaten this morning.” he teased. Izabella pulled off her coat and hung it by the door as Sirius wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her sides gently.
“Sirius don't.” she said quietly, pushing his hands away from her.
“What's up?” he asked frowning.
“You've already got me into enough trouble.” said Izabella as she made her way into the living room where the other Mauraders were.
She smiled briefly before collapsing onto the sofa and taking a deep sniff of the aromas emerging from the kitchen. Her stomach growled as Sirius plonked down beside her.
“Don't tell me Malfoy was actually upset about those photos?”
“Did you see them Sirius?” Izabella demanded.
“They weren't that bad.” he shrugged.
“No they weren't.” said James. “Apart from the one where you were holding hands. And the kiss one. And the one where you were on top-”
“Alright Prongs. We get it.” Sirius snapped.
“I'm just saying, I'd be upset if it was Lily.”
“Yeah but she's your wife.”
Izabella swallowed loudly and was grateful when Lily entered with a tray full of food. James licked his lips and leant forward but Lily whacked him with a dish cloth.
“Izabella first! You've already eaten.” she said sternly. Izabella grinned at James and piled her plate with bacon, eggs and toast.
“So? Why have you dragged me here?” she asked around a mouthful of egg. The room grew silent and everyone seemed to take up a great interest in the floor. “What's happened?”
Lily took a seat on the other side of Izabella and wrapped an arm around her.
“This isn't easy for us Iz, but Dumbledore said we should tell you...”
“Dumbledore?” Izabella said, her brow furrowing.
“Have you ever heard of Death Eaters?” Remus asked.
“Yeah. It's that pathetic group my brother was in at school. They were all obsessed with the Dark Arts and some crazy wizard.” Izabella said with a roll of her eyes.
“Oh, he's crazy alright. Only now it's not just school kids in his 'pathetic group'.” Sirius said.
“What do you mean?”
“He calls himself Voldemort. He's a PureBlood extremist. Hates all Muggles and Muggleborns. He wants to take over the Wizarding World.”
Izabella snorted and took another bite of bacon.
“Sounds like a bad Muggle movie to me.”
“Izabella be serious.” Lily chided.
Remus handed her a folder of newspaper clippings. She flicked through them, some with moving pictures, others from Muggle newspapers.
“Three people found dead at their home, cause of death not able to be identified... Two Muggleborns disappear... Muggle killed, suspected killing curse... What is all of this?”
“Four dead and two missing. There just the ones we know of.”
“This is all because of this Vold- what ever his name is?”
The five of them nodded solemnly.
“And my brother...?”
“We think so.”
Izabella placed the folder and her plate on the table with shaking hands, her appetite completely erased.
“We also think...” Lily started warily, “that Abraxas and Lucius Malfoy are at the head of the Death Eaters.”
Izabella shook her head defiantly and stood up, wringing her hands together.
“No. He can't be. Abraxas yes, but not him. There's something going on, he was going to tell me today...”
“Probably would of lied to you.” Sirius scoffed.
“Lucius would never lie to me.”
“But he'd kill innocent children just because they were born to Muggles!”
“You don't know him Sirius!”
“I know him better than you do. I grew up with people like him. PureBloods like the Malfoys only care about themselves and their inbred families.”
“Shut up!” she screamed.
“You know it's true Izabella!”
“Both of you calm down.” Lily said, standing beside Izabella with a worried look. The others had also stood, James with a close eye on Sirius and his rising temper.
“Malfoy is using you. You're a Slytherin PureBlood. You're not closely related and you're beautiful. He's using you for an heir, he doesn't love you!”
Somewhere within her registered the compliment he gave her, but the anger bubbling within her stomach was more prominent.
“You're just jealous Sirius. You'll never be like Lucius.”
“Good! I don't want to be.”
“He's itelligent and powerful and spoils me-”
“Well if it's presents you want, go and run off to Malfoy. If you want to be with someone who actually loves you-” he stopped and ran a hand through his hair. “Well. Well, good luck with that.”
Izabella laughed manically.
“No wonder even your own mother couldn't love you.” she said spitefully before storming out of the room, grabbing her coat and slamming the front door.
As she stood on the step, her chest rising and falling rapidly, a single drop of rain landed on the tip of her nose. She wiped it away, looked up at the dark sky and clenched her teeth.
“He had better tell me the truth.” she mumbled, before she disapparated with a loud crack.
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