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Follow Your Heart by marygold

Format: Novella
Chapters: 28
Word Count: 37,064

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance, AU
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Neville, Draco, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Draco/OC

First Published: 02/09/2006
Last Chapter: 07/24/2011
Last Updated: 07/24/2011


Thanks to Fantasy Dreamer for my great banner! Isabella left with her father after her mother's death. Now she's sixteen her father is also gone and she is forced to move back to England. What else will she be forced to change?

Chapter 1: In the end

Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't. Eleanor Roosevelt.

Chapter 1

In life some people are fighters and others spectators. I consider myself the latter. I enjoy the comfort of knowing that all’s well. If trouble comes, run the other way. Some people might see it as cowardly, but I see it as surviving. After all, if there was a fire, do you really think they’d run into it?

On the other hand my father, he is a fighter. Life has handed him a thousand lemons, and he has swallowed each and everyone of them. And then, he has gone in search of more. He’s what people would call an optimist, always believing that there is good in people.

How you may ask can we be related? I take after my mother. She was a muggle who became a witch. A good one if you ask me. She died saving me. It was one of those unmentionable, unforgivable spells. The irony in all is that it is so forbidden so banned from our society that whoever performed it, did it in plain daylight and no one did nothing about it.

Ten years have passed since my mother’s death. Ten years have passed since the last time that I had to pack everything and move. But, now I’m doing it once again. Last year, my father being the noble man that he was, went on a quest. What type of quest you may ask? The type from which he didn’t come back.

He went to help a friend in need. But, he got there late, instead of helping he ended up mourning. My father the man who never gave up on humanity, for the first time had felt the rage that came from losing all type of faith. And then, moved by the hatred that had consumed his heart he went after his prey in look for revenge. He followed the Dark Lord and found his death.

And now here I am packing once more everything that I own. I’m supposed to move in with my mother’s best friend. She’s a muggle and knows nothing of this strange world. She thinks I’m enrolled in a boarding school, so I can continue my studies at Beauxbatons Academy. I’ll only have to see her during breaks, and that’s if I choose to leave Beauxbatons.


All my bags are packed and I’m ready to go. Miranda, my dad’s assistant is outside waiting to drive me to the airport. But, I’m not ready to go. I’m not ready to say good-bye to the house that I’ve called home. True, it had been just a summer house, up until my mother’s death. But after it, my dad had moved us here, as far away from Wiltshire as he could.
These four walls had become home. The sea had become a part of my life. So much, that every time that I left for Beauxbaton, I would count the days until I could come back. My home was the small island on the Caribbean, it was no longer London.

I closed my bedroom door for the last time, knowing that I would never come back. I walked down the corridor to the great room. My mother’s picture had been removed. I had asked Miranda to move it back to Wiltshire, something familiar to keep me company if I ever chose to go there.

I looked towards the back lawn, expecting to see Juancho my beagle barking at the surf. But, he too was gone. Him I would see at Hannah’s house. I closed the drapes and made sure that the furniture had been properly covered. I then made my way to the foyer.

“Adios mija’” Antonia the housekeeper said, as she hugged me close.

I managed to keep my tears at bay. Antonia was more like a mother and less a housekeeper.

She then held me at arms length, “You write to me now. Every day.” I could see that she was trying hard to stop her tears.

So I smiled and simply said, “Si.” I then hugged her, hoping she would know how much I would miss her.