Chapter Five, First Day

Isadora groaned as her alarm went off at half six in the morning. She quickly slammed her hand onto it to stop its infernal beeping. She may be used to getting up at this time thanks to her relatives, but it didn't mean she liked the sound she was woken up with. Stretching, she climbed out of bed, gathering her clothes, wash bag and two towels before heading into the bathroom for a nice hot shower before any of the others woke up. She didn't want any of them to see her scars. While the shower was heating up she quickly did her business and washed her hands before getting in and washing and conditioning her hair with peach shampoo and conditioner. After making sure all the soap was out she tied her wet hair up into a bun on her head so it was out of the way. Grabbing her wash cloth she squirted some berry smelling shower gel onto it.

Once she was finished she turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around her body before undoing her hair and wrapping it in the second towel. Slipping the shower gel back into her wash bag and hanging the cloth over the sink for a moment, Isadora quickly brushed her teeth and used her mouthwash. Drying off she exchanged the mouthwash and toothpaste for antiseptic cream and started covering the remaining cuts on her back. While that was drying she did her deodorant and changed into her underwear and dried her hair before gently running a brush through it to untangle the curls. Thankfully Aunt Petunia had taught her how to plait her hair in many ways to keep it away from the food which came in handy because, as an Heiress she had to have her hair up all the time and she guessed it would also be safer, especially in Potions class.

"Hmm. I know french plaits." Isadora muttered to herself before she rummaged through the wash bag looking for another hair band and made quick work of it. The end result Isadora was rather pleased with as it was two nice, tight but neat french plaits. Deciding the cream was dry by now Isadora quickly got dressed into her black tights, black ballet shoes, her uniform and her Gryffindor robe over the top before she slipped her Heiress ring back on as she hadn't wanted it to get tangled in her hair. Looking around the bathroom she gathered her belongings and headed back into the dorm where the others were just beginning to wake up, pausing to hang her towels and cloth on the rack, she placed her wash bag back in her cabinet and started sorting out her bag and slipping her wand into the robe pocket.
"Morning." Isadora said softly to the other girls who all muttered their own greetings still half asleep.

"Hermione, do you want me to wait for you in the Common Room?" Isadora asked.
"Oh," Hermione said, startled. "Okay." She agreed as she hurriedly grabbed her things and ran into the bathroom along with the other girls to use the other shower cubicles. Shaking her head softly Isadora headed down into the Common Room and sat in the armchair to read her book 'The Hobbit' while she waited for Hermione, Ron and Neville, and possibly Fred if he hadn't left with George and Lee already. She didn't have to wait long as Hermione came hurrying down the steps.
"What's that?" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes fixed on Isadora's Soulmate mark. Her robe and jumper had risen up slightly as she raised her hand to rub her forehead exposing the mark a little. "You shouldn't draw on your skin, you'll get ink poisoning. You need to wash it off." Hermione said as she grasped Isadora's arm.

"I didn't draw on my arm-" Isadora started but she didn't get to finish.
"I'm not blind Isadora Potter! I can see it!" Hermione exclaimed, pulling Isadora from the chair.
"Hermione, I didn't draw on my arm. I was born with it, now let go, you're hurting me." Isadora said, trying to pull her arm out of Hermione's tight grip.
"Oi!" Ron shouted as he and Neville came running down the stairs upon noticing the commotion.
"Let go of my sister!" Ron shouted.
"I'm trying to help her!" Hermione shouted back. "She's going to get ink poisoning if she doesn't wash this off."
"Hermione, calm down and listen to me. I didn't draw on my wrist, I was born with it. Please let go, you're hurting me. Then I'll explain what it is." Isadora pleaded.

"Don't be stupid your not born with marks like this. Why you'd lie about drawing on your arm I don't know." Hermione exclaimed, frustrated.
"I didn't draw on my arm!" Isadora shouted frustrated. "It's a Soulmate mark! And I'm not stupid!"
"What's going on here!?" Percy shouted as descended the stairs with Fred and George. He had been telling them he'd received a letter from their parents telling them they'd spoken to Hagrid and would speak to Madam Bones today, when they heard shouting. They hadn't thought much of it until Fred felt pain and frustration from Isadora and then they heard Isadora shout and rushed out of the Dormitory.
"She drew on her arm and won't wash it off. Claiming it's a Soulmate mark when I've not heard of such a thing." Hermione exclaimed pulling Isadora's arm forward to show Percy and the twins the 'W' mark the the little 'Deathly Hallow' mark beneath it.

"Hermione, she's told you it's a Soulmate mark." Neville spoke up. "You're hurting her, let go. Powerful witches and wizards get them."
"I suggest, Miss Granger, you let go of Isadora before I have to inform Professor McGonagall and deduct House Points before the first day back has begun." Percy said coldly. "It is indeed a Soulmate mark Isadora is Fred's Soulmate he has a matching one. You wouldn't have heard about it as you're a First Year. However, if you had listened to your friends then maybe we would not be in this situation. Now, let go."
"I-I'm sorry Isadora." Hermione stuttered looking down at the carpet as Fred inspected her arm and the others glared at Hermione.
"It's okay Hermione. You were just worried, but maybe listen next time. You can borrow my books if you'd like but I'd need them back." Isadora suggested getting a shy smile from Hermione and soft thank you.

"What?" Isadora asked, looking at the incredulous faces.
"You're too good for your own good." George said with a shake of his head as he hugged her once Fred finished hugging her. Isadora just smiled bashfully at him.
"Are you okay Izzy?" Ron asked with a concerned frown on his face.
"I'm fine Ron." Izzy assured, smiling at him and Neville, giving them, and Percy a hug before hugging Hermione. "Let me drop this back up in my Dorm and we can go to breakfast." Isadora said as she grabbed her book and ran up the stairs, returning a few moments later.
"How're you feeling Izzy?" Fred asked, concerned as he walked beside her. Neville on her other side, George was on his other side, Percy in front of them and Ron and Hermione were behind them.

Which may not have been a smart idea as Hermione kept grilling Ron about how it's not fair some people got marks while others didn't. Which was thoroughly annoying Ron.
"I'm okay." Isadora said softly but she was biting on her lip which gave her away. "What if I'm no good, Freddie?" She asked nervously. "Everyone looks at me weird and I don't like it. It's like they expect me to turn wine into water or something. Even Mr Ollivander said, 'we can expect great things from you, Miss Potter'."
Isadora rambled as her hair turned grey with her nerves.
"Hey, shhh." Fred soothed stopping Isadora for a moment. "Don't worry about anyone else, all you need to do is be yourself. Anyone who doesn't love you for the kind, amazing girl you are is not worth your time Izzy."

"And if they say or do anything Freddie and I will prank them." George added, making Isadora giggle.
"Thanks Freddie. Thanks Georgie." Isadora said gratefully as she calmed down. "Hagrid told me something like that in Diagon Alley."
"You're welcome Izzy. Well, Hagrid is a smart man. Much like us." George said in a mock pompous voice, Isadora had the feeling he was impersonating Percy from the platform and she couldn't help but giggle as her hair slowly bled back to her natural dark brown/black colour, catching Hermione's attention.
"How did you do that?" Hermione asked as Ron and even Neville rolled his eyes.

Even though Fred has spoken to Isadora he knew he could take what he said to heart too.  Especially when Izzy squeezed his arm comfortingly to calm him, the closer they got to the Great Hall. He may not have strangers who looked at him like that, but his family certainly did. They wanted him to be exactly like his parents, almost carbon copies of them, so he knew how Izzy felt in that regard. His parents were famous Aurors and his Gran and Great-Uncle wanted him to be like that. Powerful and brave and not to mention Aurors. However, he was starting to see he didn't have to be like that, even after being around Izzy for less than a day. She was kind to him and didn't treat him in a way that demanded things from him. She just wanted to be his friend and that's what he was going to be for her not to mention be a brother to her. They were God-Siblings after all and he could tell she hadn't been treated well.

"My hair?" Isadora questioned, pulling Neville from his thoughts, getting a nod from Hermione she continued. "I was born like it according to my Aunt and Hagrid and it just happens with my emotions. Hagrid and the test at Gringotts said I'm a Metamorphmagus. I can control and develop it with time." Isadora explained.
"First you get a mark that means not only are you supposed to be really powerful as you have a special mark but also, it destinies you to be with someone: Fred; who is by the way two years older than you. And now your hair can change colour with your emotions. Why does this not happen with Muggle-Borns it's completely unfair and prejudiced." Hermione complained loudly.
"How is it prejudiced?" Neville asked, confused.

"Izzy can't help being born from an extremely old and powerful Pureblood family, and a powerful Muggle-Born mother who unlocked the powers in the Potter Line that were once thought lost. It's not Izzy's fault that she's powerful. None of this is her fault. You should be grateful you have parents that love you for who you are whether they are Muggles or not. Izzy has been nothing but nice to you and all you've done is pick at things beyond her control." Neville ranted, shocking those that heard him, as from what they'd seen from last night he was a rather shy boy. As Hermione opened her mouth again Percy reappeared at the entrance to the doors with Professor McGonagall who did not seem impressed.
"What is going on here?" Professor McGonagall asked curtly, looking at the two Third Years and four First Years.

"Professor McGonagall, I think it's completely unfair how Isadora can be extremely powerful for a Eleven year old, that she has a Soulmate mark to Fred Weasley who is two years older than her and then on top of that she now claims to be a Metamorphmagus and can change her hair colour with her emotions. I think it's prejudice that no Muggle-Born can do it." Hermione ranted in one breath while Professor McGonagall just raised an eyebrow at her.
"Let me see your marks please Miss Potter and Mr Weasley?" Professor McGonagall asked, the two did as asked and rolled up their sleeves and she had to suppress a gasp when she saw the 'Deathly Hallow mark'. She knew Isadora was related to the Peverell's; her grandparents had been her dearest friends and had confided in her, and she had also seen first hand when Isadora was a babe how powerful she was.

But she never expected that mark, though now she realised it should've been obvious. She had also cursed Professor Dumbledore when she found out the poor girl had been abused when she received a tear stained letter from Molly and Arthur Weasley but had also been confronted by an angry and upset Hagrid this morning. She was going to have the girl checked over by Madam Pomfrey, but she had a terrible gut feeling that they had failed her.
"What have you been feeling Mr Weasley? I ask this because; you and Miss Potter will need to stay near each other as much as possible, as classes allow, for the next two weeks while your bond solidifies." Professor McGonagall explained.
"I've been feeling Izzy's pain for years but I never knew what it meant until last year and I couldn't do anything. It drove me mad." Fred exclaimed.

"I've been feeling Fred's emotions for years, too." Isadora piped up making everyone turn to her. "Especially in Kings Cross when he and George played a prank on their mother." Isadora explained but all the Weasleys felt saddened by this as they knew she had felt Fred's happy emotions while she was stuck in that hell hole and in pain.
"Really? I have never known a bond to be so developed so early on." Professor McGonagall said shocked before she shook herself out of it. "Miss Potter, I would like for you to go to the Hospital Wing on your break after your Potions class, everything will be explained there." She assured the confused Heiress before casting a glance at Hermione who was looking rather annoyed. "Mr Weasley-"
"Yes?" All four Weasleys answered, making the Head of Gryffindor sigh in resignation.

"Mr Fred Weasley," Professor McGonagall corrected herself. "You can accompany Miss Potter to the Hospital Wing. Now I suggest you all go and have a quick breakfast while I gather the timestables. Oh, and Miss Granger I suggest you get that chip off your shoulder and brush up on your manners. If you want to know more about the Wizarding World I suggest you look in the library for the topics that bother -"
"Isadora already said I could borrow her books if I return them but I wanted-" Hermione interrupted.
"Do not interrupt Miss Granger. Now I suggest you go and have some breakfast without any more rude accusations and interruptions. It would not be the best idea to insult an Heiress to an old and powerful family, even one as kind as Isadora. Now. Go." Professor McGonagall scolded.

Feeling rather ashamed, Hermione whose face was as red as their House colour hurried to the table after her Housemates and helped herself to some breakfast without saying another word. While beside her Neville and Ron were trying to distract Isadora from the thought of going to the Hospital Wing.
"Ron and I can come with you, if you want, Izzy?" Neville suggested shyly.
"Thank you Neville, Ron." Isadora said, smiling a small smile, just as the mail arrived to all the different students in the Hall. Isadora looked up amazed as dozens and dozens of owls poured into the Great Hall through an open window near the roof. A great big smile appeared on her face as she spotted Hedwig in amongst all the other owls, her familiar stood out like a sore thumb as she was the only Snowy owl in all the Tawny's, Eagle owls, Barn owls, European owls and Brown owls.

"Hello Hedwig." Isadora said happily as she pet her owl feeling slightly calmer now than she had a moment ago. She didn't hold a letter for her but Isadora didn't mind; she was just happy to see her friend again. It's been a hell of a morning and it's only just started and she had  a feeling something was going to happen at some point today. For better or worse she didn't know. But one thing she did know was; she was dreading going to the Hospital Wing during her break.