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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 21: Some Clues are Found

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Chapter 21 Some Clues are Found

“What are you doing?” I heard Draco ask and turned to look at him. “Research.” He pulled up a chair and sat beside me.

“Those are year books.” Draco said and I merely nodded. “I know, I’m just trying to make a list of the names of those who went to school at the same time that my parents did.”

He took the quill and started reading out names, “Many of them are familiar. If I could get in touch with my mother, maybe…”

I scowled at him, “You know McGonagall told you not to.”

He smirked, “I know. Still, let me see if I can get in touch with someone else. I know she’ll probably think I’ve lost it, contacting her after all this time. But she must have known you mother.”

I looked at him questioningly and he shrugged, “My aunt, Tonks’ mother. My mother and she don’t talk anymore, so it should be safe.”

“Do you think she’d help you?” I asked and saw him shake his head, “No but if she knew your parents, then I think she would.”


“Professor?” Pushing the door to his private office open I walked inside and saw him reading the Daily Prophet. “Professor?” He then looked up from his paper, when he saw me he set it aside and motioned for me to take a sit.

“What can I help you with Miss Townsend?” He asked.

Draco had already written to his aunt. But, the owls would take to long. So after lunch I had decided to talk to someone who had actually known my mother while she was here at Hogwarts. “I was wondering if you could tell me about my mother and her years here at Hogwarts?”

He looked at me inquisitively and the shrugged. “She was a great student, well maybe not over all, but she did excel at what she wanted. Pretty much like yourself. Denise wasn’t popular or anything, she loved blending in and watching people. I remember her once telling me that you could learn a lot about a person by simply watching them.”

I remember my dad also described her like that the quiet little hellion that could spark up a room if she ever chose to. “Do you remember how my parents met?”

The Professor gave a low whistle. “How they met?” a chuckle escaped him, as if he was actually seeing it happen all over again. “Your mother was a Ravenclaw and your father, much like yourself, a Gryffindor. She was the quiet little hellion that hid herself in the library. He was the great quidditch player that had no time for books. He was flunking DADA and that was her best subject, so their professor gave them a project together. She hated the idea, practically threw fits at every corner. He loved the idea, for of course Robert had always liked her, but never had known how to get close to her. They were in too many ways opposites. But, when they got together they seemed right and at peace. It always seemed that they had complimented each other and together were whole.”

“That was what my mom used to tell me, it’s a shame I never asked my father.” I smiled and asked, “’Do you know if they had any enemies? I mean any old loves or something?”

The professor looked at me quite intrigued, “Why do you ask Bella?”

I shook my head, “No special reason.” The question had come out too blunt and now there was no way to cover it.

He took of his glasses and closed his eyes. “Bella, are you in any kind of danger?”

I shook my head and smiled reassuringly. “No, none that I can think of.”

He placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and pushed them up with his index finger. “I believe I should still tell you nonetheless. Mc Gonagall seems nervous and it might have something to do with her. Your father and I knew each other from before Hogwarts. As you well know, your father was part of an old wizarding family, older and even more prestigious than even the Black’s. But, unlike many wizarding families, his was always intrigued by the muggle world. So much, that your great great uncle married a muggle and lived his life in the muggle world. Your father, while still young met a beautiful witch and she fell in love with him, in the beginning I always thought that he returned her feelings. That was until he met your mother, here at Hogwarts during our second year. Then I really saw Robert act like a loony in love. Years later, the day your parents got together, he wrote to the girl he had been seeing and told her about Denise. The girl never wrote back she simply vanished. “

“Vanished?” It seemed so unreal.

The Professor nodded. “Yes. Although, years later your father saw her trailing you and your mother. I know this, because at the time I was working at the Ministry and your father asked for my help. After your mother’s death she disappeared again and no one has heard or seen from her since.”

I sat up straighter in my chair. “Did she have blonde hair?”

He nodded. “I will see what I can do to find a picture for you.”

“Did she attend Hogwarts?” I asked, thinking back to the year books.”

The Professor shook his head, “No regrettably she didn’t. Her parents believed in home schooling.”

“What was her name?” I asked.

“Anastacia Grey.” He replied


“Anastacia Grey? Never heard the name.” Hagrid said shaking his head.

After talking to the Professor I had decided to seek out more clues on her, at least know what she looked like. Hermione, had tagged along and suggested visiting Hagrid. “You sure Hagrid? Please its really important to me.” I tried again.

He shook his head. “Sorry Bella, but no.”

“And do you remember anyone, female, hanging around Bella’s father?” Hemione asked.

Hagrid then nodded. “Yes, I do remember a pretty blonde. She used to come in a lot to visit and would always ask for your father. She was quite good friends with Snape and Narcissa.”

“Do you remember what she looked like?” I asked him.

He just shook his head. “I’m so sorry Bella.”

I smiled at the kind giant, “That’s ok Hagrid. Thank you.” And with that we left.

“What now?” Hermione asked.

I shook my head, “I can only think of one thing, but Draco would kill me.”

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and grabbed my arm, “You’re not thinking of Narcissa Black.”

I shook my head. “No I was actually thinking of the Malfoy Manor and pictures and memorabilia that might be lying about.”

“Bella, I know I should be dissuading you from what your thinking of doing. But, I also know that that wont work. So please, let me know when and I’ll go with you. And don’t even try to convince me otherwise.”