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A/N: I hope you enjoy this and please feel free to comment. It’s my first fan fiction here in English. I’m very excited. So Let’s start


Summary:

Isabelle wished to be just a normal girl, but unfortunately she was not. How does it live as the daughter of the most powerful black magician? Of course nobody would denied that she hates muggles. It's more than tradition it's a lifestyle. But what happens, when she doesn't have the same opinion? What happens, if she resists his father? What it means to be Voldemorts daughter, you can read in this story.


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Chapter One - No normal girl - PART ONE

It was a really beautiful day. Every other girl could have been outside in the huge garden of the properly estate. Just relaxing, reading or playing with her friends. But I couldn't, as my father always told me, I was no normal girl, I was the daughter of the most powerful black magician ever. As his daughter I wasn't allowed to go by myself to the ten miles away village, which was mainly inhabited by mudbloods.

“Isabelle?”, said a woman’s voice. Suddenly I returned from my thoughts into the presence.
It was Alice, my best friend and Mum standing next to me in a green dress, which was so long, that it hided her almost her feet. It suited her very well. Softly she laid a hand on my shoulder. “I think, you will have the opportunity to go out today. I should show you the herbs for the new potion.”, answered she , as if she read my mind. “Merci, Maman.” (Thank you, Mum)
My mum smiled and pulled me into her arms. „Pas de problème, ma petite!“ (No Problem, my dear)

“I think it's the best, when you go inside, your father is waiting for you. He wants to show you some new charms.“, said Mum. Suddenly there was a worry line on her forehead. She always was afraid, when my Father showed me some new jinxes. More than ninety percent were whole dark magic spells, what meant, if something went wrong, the outcome were more severe than death. Father went the whole hog with my education. I knew more jinxes than all the students of the seventh year in Hogwarts and Durmstrang together.

He's been teaching me, since I was five years old. I had no clue, if i was allowed to go to one of the famous magic schools by the age of eleven. On one hand
I wanted to go, just like a normal girl,to Hogwarts or Beaubatons, but on the other hand I was scared. What would happen, if they knew, who I was?
Nobody would want to talk to me any longer or even wanted to be my friend.


Mum patted me for a last time on my back, before I went downstairs in the Salon.
Except of my room, every other room in our house was very dark and misty. The furniture was pompous, rich of materials like marble, glass, silver, gold and so on.
Even I, who spent my whole live in this estate, found it more than creepy.
My heart was in my mouth. My father was always surprising me with another method to train my flexibility and reactivity.

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A/N: Hope you liked it. Please feel free to comment.

Great first chapter! Hello and Welcome to the Other Stories section! Be sure to read the rules, post often and most importantly have fun!

Wow! This is awesome! May I ask who her mum is?

Amazing chapter!

PAMS!

Son jolie suprise! Well done.

Thanks to all who commented my story. @ Fred is awesome I’m sorry but I won’t tell you right now. Cause it will come out in the following chapters.

Have fun with the next Part of Chapter one *Sam*



Chapter One Part Two- No normal Girl -


I entered the salon, which was lighted by an old chandelier. The curtains were drawn together, to banish the sunlight, which my Father hated liked Dumbledore himself.
“Isabel, come in. Close the door.”, commanded my father, who was sitting at a huge table made by oak tree. He pored over some parchments, and didn't look at me. I obeyed, closed the door and approached to the table. The silence was just disturbed by the scraping of my father's quill and the crackling of the chimney. „Which is the anti course of Engorgio?“ I breathed again. It was a simple question, which meant that father was in a good mood. „Reducio!“ I answered barely after he finished his question. His lessons always began with a ten-minutes questioning. So my father could see, if I read the books, he told me, or not. He was not eager to read through long essays. That was just a waste of time, like he always said. My mum cared about the theory, who had more time to deal with it, than his husband. My fathers lessons were based on using of the spells and courses directly. They didn't often ended in a duel.

Father asked me a few questions about more difficult potions and spells, until he stood up of his chair and pulled out his wand. I hold my wand in a ready position. My wand was made by Gregorovitsch. It was a single piece, made by elm tree and a hair of an unicorn. The unicorn was a seldom one, who belongs to a herd in the South of France, where the Ministry of Magic put it under
protection of species.
„Today I will show you, how you can protect your mind for any kind of unwished attacks. This kind of magic is called Occlumency. I will first try to get into your mind,“ My father began to explain.
I've already heard of it. Bella had offered Mum to show me this kind of magic, but until now she hadn't find the time to show it to me.
I nodded, as a sign, that I had listened to him.

„You will try to prevent me attacking your mind. First of all, you will free you of all your feelings. Then you will think of something un important. I'll give you five minutes.“
His eyes, which were today brown, looked at me.
I fought intensely against my fear to mess up. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. In front of my inner eye I imagined a lawn covered with flowers, which was separated of a thin river.
It was really idyllic. I concentrated as much as I could and opened my eyes again. In my fathers pale face I could read the pleasant anticipation
“I count till three. ONE, TWO, TREE, LEGILIMENS!”

Father threw his wand. Lots of memories were spinning through my head. It was really hard to stop them moving. But suddenly I made it to think of the lawn covered with flowers, where nothing happened. Seconds later I was back in the Salon. I swayed a bit because of the power of the anti curse. “For the beginning not that bad. At the end you finally achieved to lead to some unimportant thoughts. Let's try again!”, suggested my father. He was really in a good mood today.
Usually he would have laughed at me, because I didn't made it at the first run.

After a few tries I achieved just to show my dad the lawn nothing more. He seemed to be satisfied with my skills today. “You will train it every evening before you go to sleep. I'll check it next week. For the rest of the week you will go through the whole other subjects with your mother. I will return from my journey next monday. Then I expect from you, that you distance me completely of your mind.” “Yes, I will, Father.”, answered I and curtseyed obediently.
He smiled his cold smile and said: „ What would I do without you, Isabel?“

Without saying something to this rhetorical question, I left the Salon. Like every time I felt very relieved. Yeah! If dad wasn't here the whole week, mum and I could learn outside and talk a little bit French perhaps. I didn't know why Father didn't like French and why he always got so furious, if he caught us (Mum and me) talking in French. Mum had English and French ancestors, so she could speak both languages fluently. I could speak French very well, concerning the fact, that mum and I could just change a few words secretly. My biggest wish was to go to South France and see the seldom unicorns. In general France was a beautiful country, what my mum told me about it. She 'd been to Beaubatons for one year and had seen quite much of the country.

Almost jumping I went upstairs to Mums room. She pored over my essays, which were on the her table, as I entered the room. I closed the door and Mum lifted her head and watched me. “How did it go?” Her green eyes looked me over. “Well. Dad was in a good mood today. Just asked me five questions and then we started to practice Occlumency.”, told I mum.

Her face was quite relaxed, but as she heard Occlumency, there worry line was suddenly there again.
„I did a good job for the first time. I've imagined to be at a lawn. He saw many memories, but nothing really bad. Not our trip to Paris. I think Father, was quite pleased.“, said I really relaxed. „did you know that he'll be away next week?“ „Yes, he told me that before.“ Mum smiled. Her green eyes sparkled. Mum was also delighted, if father wasn't there. It was so much more relaxed. We hadn't to pay heed to everything we said.
„Could we practice outside then?“ „Of course, Sweetie. Come on, it's nice weather outside. Let's go in the garden. I'll show you the herbs for the Forgettable Potion.”

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One hour later Mum and I were occupied in the herb garden. There was lots of work to do. Without exception this was my favourite place on the estate. The smell of the different herbs always helped me to relax. Between lots of plants Mum was almost visible in her green dress. „That are mint, rosemary and sage. For the potion we need ginger , which helps to increase the effect of the potion and makes it more tastable.“, explained Mum to me, during she cut a bunch of herbs. „What do we do with the other herbs?“ „One part of them we will dry later, so that we could use them for other potions as well.

The sun shone and put the garden into a very nice atmosphere. Mum had created lots of flower beds with my help and the help of our elves. When someone would see our garden, nobody would get to the idea, that this estate belonged to the most powerful dark magician ever. Dad never went into the garden. He hated to be outside in the sun. It was like he feared the sunlight. Maybe in truth he'd be a vampire?! He'd prefer to be in dark rooms with dimly light to figure out one of the thousand new plans he had. The fact he wouldn't be there for one week, conjured up a smile on my face. Mum seemed to be also more relaxed and happier than the last months. With a swing of her wand two glasses and a bottle of cold water appeared out of nowhere. It was one of the first hot days of the year. The spring was already turning into summer. That was obvious.

Together we took place on the bank. “When do the Blacks arrive, Mum?” I asked. Mum shuddered, just like she awoke from her daydream. “What did you say, Isa?” “When do the Blacks come?” “At seven o'clock this evening. I think you need a bit of styling before, don't you think? The old is accompanied by his nephew Regulus!”, said Mum and put a wisp of my hair at the right place. “Of course!” “Maybe the both of you could play a bit after the dinner. During your father and Cygnus discuss some business matters.” “What's his name again?” “Regulus I suppose!” “Hasn't he got a brother?”, I asked curious like I was. “Yeah, it's Sirius and he is in Gryffindor. And according the opinion of Walburga a shame for the whole Black family.”, said Mum in a tone, that revealed she didn't agree with Sirius Mum. “Because he is not in Slytherin, or why then?”, I wanted to know. “Not only that. He is also in contact to blood traitors and witches/wizard, which are muggle born.” She didn't use the word “mudblood”, when we were only the both of us. We didn't like the opinion of my father about the whole “blood thing”. I experienced that muggles were just humans as we wizards. In Hogwarts Mum was in love with a muggle born called Kyle. They both seemed to be chosen for each other. But it came different as expected. Mum wanted to marry Kyle after finishing school. Her father menaced, if she was seeing him again, he would kill her. So she gave in and went into services of the Dark Lord.
And some when I stepped into her life and made it better than before.

Mum embraced me, during she was deep in her thoughts. When I was in her arms I felt safe. Safe from the attacks of Dad as well, when he was in bad mood and needed someone to put it out. For a while we enjoyed sitting in the garden and the sun, till we decided to go inside and dress for the dinner.

Together we tiptoed just to make almost no sounds as possible as we passed Dads workroom. He hated noise, despite he caused it, then it was okay. We took the marble spiral stairs and reached the first floor. At the end of the corridor laid my huge room with my own bathroom. My room was the lightest in the whole house and the only which was painted in a friendly yellow. Lots of pictures of unicorns decorated the walls. They galloped out and into the picture like they wanted to. My furniture was made out of walnut wood. I hated marble and glass, which were the most used materials in the house. Yellow and orange candles lighted the room and made it more comfortable.


Father had just shoke his head, after he'd seen my new furniture. But for some unknown reason he agreed and let me and Mum decorate the room as I wanted to. After a few weeks with my new furniture he couldn't deny, that I improved in every subject, because I could learn better in my new comfortable room. Before the decoration it was just like every other room in the house, cold and dark.

As a Christmas present Narcissa gave me a record player and a record of my favorite singer Sara Lugo. It pleased me so much. In one shop in the Diagon Alley I bought more records. I'd like to buy a muggle record, of a song with I heard at ice shop on the way to the Leaky Cauldron. Father checked not only my record collection but further my huge number of novels, which were packed on my shelves above my door.
He checked everything. I had about two hundred books, there would come a few more after the shopping trip. Maybe I could convince Mum, to make a little trip to the Muggle world. I always wanted to see it, but with bodyguards who always accompanied us, it was nearly impossible.

In my wardrobe I searched for something suitable to wear this evening. It should be chic but not to daring. I decided to wear my grey elegant dress, which was embroidered by some decorations . As accessory I put on my golden owl necklace, which Dad bought me for my eighth birthday. As I watched my face in the mirror, Mum entered the room with my little sister Claire. “Did you find something?” Mum asked and smiled. “You look really beautiful, darling!” Claire clapped once, twice in her hands for joy. She was quite a nice, lovely sister and We looked just a bit similar but not that much, because Claire had fair hair and mine was light brown. Together we stayed a while in my room, till it was time for dinner. I was very excited to see Regulus. The most people of Father treat me like a princess and it wasn't that difficult to get along with them. The only one, who was different, was Narcissa. She was a good friend of Mum.

Oooo Good second chapter.

Here is the next part of Chapter Two HAVE FUN !!! .


The huge grandfather clock in the corridor stroked seven o'clock and it was time to go downstairs in the dinning room. Mum carried Claire and went downstairs. As we all arrived in the corridor there were several elves occupied with the last changes of the decoration, before our guests arrived. The dinner hall was very gloomy, although it was lighted by lots of different candles and magnificent chandeliers. Father sat already at the other end of the tabled and seemed to be waiting for us. He wore a silk black cloak, which gave his dark aura the little something. With his pale skin and his dark hair and eyes he looked doubtless good. No surprise, that women couldn't resist him. His eyes looked at us. “You look very good.” A short cold smile appeared on his face. “Isabelle you will sit beside Regulus. He is a very well brought up young man, with pure blood.” I just nodded and took my seat right side to Mums. If we had guests the huge table was worth it, but when we were alone , it was just silly. During dinner we couldn't make any conversation because we sat so far away from each other. Only Father talked during dinner and told us some very scary stories.

The door bell rang and our guest were lead into the room by my favourite elf Twinky. It was an old man with grey shoulder length hair and a very shy boy, who must be fourteen years old. He had black hair and brown eyes, which looked nervously around. Regulus felt very uncomfortable to meet the dark lord face to face. For a short moment he watched carefully. “Cygnus, nice that you could made it to come hear tonight. And you brought the young Regulus with you. Take a seat.”, greeted Father our guests.

Ten minutes later the meal was served by several house elves. The first course was a bean soup. As the two men were occupied with a conversation about different potions, Regulus dared to speak to me. „Does it taste you the soup, Madame?“ His dark eyes looked in mine, before he watched his plate again. „Very good. Don't be silly Regulus, just call me Isa. There is no need to call me Madame!“, I said and smiled friendly at him. He smiled back a little bit surprised. He didn't seem to except me to be so nice company. I was after all the daughter of the Dark Lord.

A few minutes later he wasn't shy anymore and asked me lots of questions. „Do you now the Polyjuice potion ?“, he wanted to know. He seemed to be very interested, what the Dark Lord taught me. „Yes, I know it. I must know every ingredients of the potion and of course how to make it. Next week I will be examined by him about the potion.”, I explained to Regulus.
After one look in Reg's face it was obvious, he seem to be a little envious for my lesson, I had with father. If he had just a little idea of how Fathers teaching methods were, he would't be envious at all. It was right that my father taught me lots of extraordinary spells, but with extraordinary punishment as well. If I make a mistake, I was often tortured by the “Cruciatus” course. That was no pleasure at all.

After a never ending hour the dinner was finally over. After three course I was full. „Miss, must empty her plate!“, squeaked Twinky beside me. „Twinky, I'm full. Please take it with you!“, I whispered. My fav elf did, like I said. Father didn't notice anything of it, cause he disappeared into the library, to take one of the books, which Cygnus would need for making the potion.

„I think it's alright, if the both of you go into your room.“, said Mum. „Your Father and Cygnus want to talk about some business matters.“ So Reg and I stood up and left the hall. „I've never seen such a sweet elf.“, said Reg, when he followed me the spiral stairs to the first floor. „I believe Twinky is half house elf and half elb, thats why she is so beautiful.“, I shared my opinion with Reg. „Okay, didn't know, something like that would work, but if you think so!“ He was the first person, who didn't laugh, as he heard my supposition. Narcissa laughed, as I revealed to her my theory, but Reg didn't think it was strange.

Together we went along the corridor, till we reached my room. I opened the door and Reg entered. „Wow, your room is wonderful. I imagined it differently.“, he admitted, during he watched the room. „Yes, that is what most of the people say, when they see my room!“

I sat down on my bed. Reg looked at my books and my record collection. The orange and yellow candles put the room into a very warm and comfortable light. With a snap of my wand music could be heard out of my record player. „Great, Clestina Warbeck. She has a very nice voice!“, said Reg enthusiastically. “Reg come on. Tell me of Hogwarts!” “What do you want to know?” “Anything!” Reg sat down beside me. “It's really great. You can learn very much and have fun with your friends. I'm in Slytherin. Our common room is green and silver decorated. It is situated in the dungeons. The beds are very comfortable. At most I like the charm lessons.”, he told me. “It sounds great, what you're telling me. I want to go there too!”, I admitted. “If you are lucky, you are allowed to go there in two years.”
He seemed more confident than me. For me Hogwarts was so unreachable like the moon. A new song began. It was a Michael Bolton Song called Wait on love one of my favourite songs. As if Reg had read my mind, he offered me one hand and pulled me on my feet. Together we slowly started dancing. The whole nervousness and distance was blown away. During we danced, we told each other some good jokes.

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wooow!!great story..

just one question..If cissy and regulus are some of her cousin, then her mother is walburga's sister?

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yeah*** Thank you for your comment... It’s good to have you here.

I’m sorry but I don’t understand your question.
You mean that Isa is Regs and Narcissas Cousin or what?
Isabelle isn’t related with the Blacks. Alice is not related with them either.

(Here you can see the family tree of the blacks:
http://www.hp-lexicon.org/images/bla...al-version.gif)

[COLOR="Olive“]Sorry that I couldn’t write earlier, but now another chapter is ready. Hope you like it SAM [/COLOR]

The next day was just wonderful. Dad left before the sunrise, one day earlier then expected, so we had a free extra day „Bonjour, ma puce. Qu'est-ce que tu veux manger?“(Good morning, my darling. What do you wanna eat?), asked Mum smiling in the kitchen. It seemed as she has been awoken for a few hours. „Muesli, please.“ I sat down on a chair beside the pantry. Our houseelves had a day off, cause Mum hated it to be served by these little creatures. „Madam, may I help you?“, squeaked Twinky. She wore a wonderful dish towel, which was tied likes a dress. Sometimes I really thought she must be a elb more than a elf.

„Twinky, what are you doing here? You are on holiday!“, Mum admonished her. „I'm sorry. But Rista told Twinky to be here, just in case.“, admitted Twinky.
She blushed, took a spoon and began to punish herself with it. „Stop it!“, I cried and put it away from her.
„Merci, Isabelle.“, „Didn't you want to visit Waruk?“, I wanted to know from her. „Twinky did indeed. He was very nice. But his Mister threw out Twinky, as he came home.“ For a long time Twinky was in love with Waruk , the houself of Dolohov. Dolohov didn't like Twinky and maybe he was scared. „Poor, Twinky!“, I said compassionately and padded her shoulder. My favorite houseelfe cried and embraced her. Her mother Rista had a huge lack of understanding for her lover. Mum put a cup of tea in front of Twinky and said: “Drink your tea, afterwards you will feel better!” “Thank you, Madam!”

“Come on, let's go in the garden.”, advised Mum and took a tablet with cups and bowls. Twinky didn't move. “Twinky please join us!” She followed us on the terrace
Everywhere flowers began to bloom. If Father would be there, I'd already had lessons and I would pore over thousands of books. But he wasn't here, so I awoke at 10 o'clock a.m. I ate my breakfast outside stress-free.

Twinky sat on the right side beside me. My little sis Claire was on my opposite and ate her muesli very fast. Father had often admonished Claire because of her table manners. But you really couldn't accuse her of that, because she was one year old. „Do you wanna see him again?“, asked Mum Twinky. The elf nodded shyly and helped Claire out of the chair. „Miss Claire dirtied herself.“ She began to wash her face. It was full of her muesli. My little sister laughed, she liked Twinky, like i did. Twinky was so much sweeter and funnier than our other elfes.
„What we gonna do next?“, I wanted to know from Mum, who stared at flower bed dreamily. „I thought we first learn a bit French and then gonna have a closer look on the potion of wisdom.“, She meant. With a swing of her wand, the empty bowls disappeared , and my french books appeared in the same second.


„Tu peux rester ici, Twinky.“said Mum. (You could stay here.)„Merci, Madame.“ I didn't know where Twinky learned French. It was just a complete mystery. Enthusiathically i opened my book, and Mum began to ask my words.
„Which is the french word for house?“ „C'est une maison.“, I answered.
„Très bien, chérie.“ It was huge fun. Her brown eyes were sparkling. Sie was very proud of me, that i was good in French, although we didn't have the time to talk so much. Secretly I read a children book in French. Twinky hided for me in her cupboard. Dad would never dare to go there

Mum brought Claire to bed. „Twinky where do you learned to talk in French?“, I asked a question, which i always wanted to ask. She looked at me in surprise. „Oh my aount works for les Dubois in Marseille! She told me how to speak and of cours Madame Alice!“, she explained to me.

An owl flew over our heads. She had wonderful plumage. It was toffee brown. I freed the owl from the letter and began to read


Dear Isabelle,
I'm so glad, that I had the chance to meet you yesterday. You were totally differnt, like I expected you, the daughter of the dark Lord, to be. I liked our conversation. I'd like to meet you again, if you want. Just write what you wanna do. I'd be happy, if I receive a response of you.

Love
Reg.


I blushed, when I thought at our dance last night. It was so amazing. Finally I had the chance to become friend with someone, who was absolutely Dads type. He was a pureblood, and a nephew of his favorite potionmaster.
He wanted to do something with ME!!! YEYYYYY!!!!
Maybe we could arrange to meet this week in the Diagon Alley. It was one of my favourite places. I grapped my quill and wrote back.

Dear Regulus

Of course I wanna meet you. There is only the question when and where? What about Thursday, Diagaon Alley, one o'clock?
Glg Isa

Twinky smiled. „Mademoiselle Isabelle is in love!“ „No, i'm not.- We are just friends.“, I tried to explain to her, but I blushed again.

„Mum, could Reg come with us to Diagon Alley?“, I asked Mum, who left the house, with a muggle book in her hand. „Did he wrote?“ I nodded. „He can come with us. I haven't got something against it. He is really nice.“

I jumped like a jumping ball and send my message to Reg.

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