Chapter 13

BPOV

"Who's Harry?"

It has been twenty minutes since I had awoken up from my supposed coma and I was currently listening to Madam Pomfrey who was explaining my current condition. After I had asked Drake about this 'Harry' person who I literally had no recollection of he'd dashed off to fetch Madam Pomfrey. Followed by Draco's parents and Professor Dumbledore. She told us that due to how hard I had hit my head I was most likely from suffering a serious case of amnesia. And although I wanted to disagree it would explain a lot. Such as this 'Harry' dude and why I couldn't remember how I was attacked in the first place. Or better yet, what led to it.

"A-amnesia? As in memory Loss?" I stuttered unbelievingly.

Madam Pomfrey nods her head

"I'm afraid so."

"But she will regain her memory again, am I right?" Mrs Malfoy…I mean Cissa asks looking like a concerned mother.

"We can't be too sure. Damage to the mind can have multiple amounts of effects. Whether it be Temporary or permanent." Madam P then turns to look at me. "But it cannot be forced, or the brain will suffer far worse than required."

"Meaning that I could die." I said feeling a chill run down my spine at the very idea of dying.

She didn't have to say anything. The look on her face spoke louder than any words possibly could.

"Surely there must be something you can do. Or are you that useless?" Lucius asks or more like demands of Madam P who at this point looks offended.

"Madam Pomfrey will continue to help Isabella Lucius, as will we all. She will remember in her own time. But for now, all we can do is wait and hope." Dumbledore calmly spoke leading Mr Malfoy to then turn on him.

"Help her? Really? As I recall you yourself have allowed Mr. Potter to go unpunished for an act of savagery on a young girl who is left to suffer the outcome." Lucius states motioning his hand toward me.

"Action will be taken against Mr. Potter. Of that there is no doubt." Dumbledore corrects him.

"But not the more appropriate action. Expulsion for one. Or preferably a one-way trip to Azkaban." Lucius hissed at the elder wizard.

"Why?" Everyone then looks me. "Why did he do this to me? I don't understand. Who is this Harry Potter anyway?" I ask becoming emotional.

"Bella. He's your brother." Drake tells me.

"W-what?" I faltered.

"Harry's your twin brother."

I sat there for a minute in complete silence trying to take this all in. On one hand I had a brother who I had no memory of whatsoever. Which I felt a little guilty about. But then there was the fact that he almost killed me which didn't really earn him any brownie points. So, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"But…why? Why would my own brother want to do this to me? It doesn't make sense. Did I do something? Say something? I mean I can't think. It's a complete blank." I rambled on until Cissa moved from her husband's side to come sit beside me on the bed taking my hand in hers.

"None of this is your fault. What Potter did was monstrous, and he will be punished for it. But don't for a minute blame yourself. You've done absolutely nothing wrong." She assures me giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you Mrs Mal-... I mean Cissa." I said correcting myself. She smiles at me in return.

Just then I look down at my scar as I feel it tingle. However, unlike before when it was all red and sore it looked and felt a lot better.

"Strange." I murmur to myself tracing the scar with my index finger.

"What is Bella?" Drake asks me.

"My scar." I said.

"Your scar?" Professor Dumbledore looks to me in question.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"What do you mean it doesn't anymore? How long has it been hurting you?" Cissa asks glancing down at it.

"Since the beginning of first year. Only recently it got a whole lot worse. It started burning like acid or something. At first I thought I'd done something to cause it, but I didn't. There was no reason for it to be doing that. There was no reason for it be hurting me at all." I explained to the group.

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" Drake asks.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I didn't want to make a fuss."

"You could never make a fuss dear." Cissa assures me.

"And you say it no longer hurts now?" Professor Dumbledore asks me.

I nod

"Yes sir."

"How very strange." He says with an odd expression on his face.

"What is?" Lucius asks with a sneer.

"When I spoke with Mr. Potter earlier he too informed of the same matter. His scar was giving him trouble too." Professor Dumbledore explains to us.

"He has the same scar as mine?" I ask in amazement.

Professor Dumbledore shakes his head.

"Not one like yours. You both carry different marks. You have done since the very day Voldemort gave them to you."

That is when it came rushing back to me.

VOLDEMORT!

How could I forget?!

I set him free!

He's back!

"So, what's your point?" I hear Lucius ask.

But I was no longer listening to the conversation. Everything just seemed to drown out. I could feel my chest heaving at the apprehension of my actions. How could I have been so naïve? Voldemort had tricked me into thinking he was a friend, and I had fallen for it. Oh god, I even had a crush on him. The thought made me want to vomit as I feel my insides twist. I was disgusted with myself.

"Bella? Bella, are you alright? You've gone pale." Cissa fusses bringing me back to reality.

"Its my fault." I murmur under my breath.

Cissa looks confused.

"What did you say?"

"Its all my fault." I sob rocking back and forth on the bed.

"What's your fault Bella?" Drake asks.

He sits himself on the other side of me and tries to help calm me down. But I was inconsolable.

'Don't do it! If you speak one word, I will kill them all!'

I winced hearing his voice hiss inside my head. Of course, he was still with me. He saw what I was going to do.

Drake then shakes my shoulder.

"Bella? What is it?"

Tears roll down my cheeks as I am now faced with a horrific dilemma. Do I risk telling the truth and losing my new family? Or do I not and put the entire wizarding world at risk?

'I won't make it quick. I will make everyone one of them suffer'

I felt sick. The thought of Voldemort getting his hands on my family was like a knife to my gut. I could not let it happen. Would not let it happen. Not again!

'Forgive me Drake.' I thought to myself.

"Harry. I know I did something to provoke him to attack me. I just can't remember what it was. What if I tried to hurt him and that's why he did it? It's the only logical explanation." I lied planning to keep my family safe. "I don't deserve anyone's help."

"Don't say that. You have done nothing wrong. Your just in a state of shock is all. No one blames you." Cissa tries to assure me whilst using a tissue to wipe my teary face.

"She's right Bella. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Mark my words, Potter is a disgrace and he 'will' face the consequences." Lucius says sounding very sure of himself.

I just nod at this point because I didn't know what else to say. I was so wracked with guilt because I knew whatever happens next was on me. Voldemort would come. And when he does, there would be no mercy.

Later that day after Narcissa and Lucius had departed Crab and Goyle had come to visit me in the infirmary followed by a few members of Slytherin house. They had wanted to make sure I was ok before catching me up on all the gossip. If I understand right things were not at all looking good for Harry. The Gryffindor's were now afraid of him because he had attacked his own sister. The entire school thought it was an outrange that he was still here and were calling him master's pet. But to top it off he was now being claimed a suspect for the attack on Mrs. Norris. As it goes, Harry had spoken parseltongue during class and almost set a snake on Justin Fletchley from Hufflepuff house.

As his 'sister' I should be concerned for him over all of this. But then there was the part of me that was selfish and said he deserved it. Truth be told I really didn't have time to worry about it right now. There were bigger things at stake right now, namely Voldemort.

Currently I was laid in bed alone not knowing what to do. All I could think was where was Voldemort at this very moment? What was he going to do next? I couldn't warn anyone because he was watching my every move. If I tried it could result in innocent lives being lost. And if the Ministry of magic caught a whisper of this, I would be thrown in Azkaban for the rest of my life. What was I to do?

It was just then I heard the infirmary door open and being in no mood to see any more visitors I pretended to be asleep. I felt my scar tingle again, which meant that something was wrong. I sensed whoever it was approaching my bed, but I dare not look to see who it was. Instead I kept perfectly still as the person placed their hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll be watching over you. I won't let them hurt you." I hear an unknown boys voice whisper. I then hear him place something beside me. "Your parents send their regards."

Something in me then told me to move and as opened my eyes to look over my shoulder, the boy had miraculously vanished. I looked to see what he had left and on the bed was a small green box tied with thin white ribbon. I hesitated for a moment before picking it up wondering why he had left it. Who even was he? What did he mean he was watching over me? And why in the name of merlin did he bring up my parents? They send their regards. What in the world was that supposed to mean? My parents are dead. God I was so confused.

I knew I should just leave whatever was inside this box alone, but my curiosity was already peaked. Before I could stop myself, my itchy fingers had pulled the ribbon loose. I then lift the lid off and to my surprise, inside lay a beautiful silver crest pendant necklace. I carefully take the piece of jewellery out placing the box aside, and just sat there admiring it. It looked old, like it had been around a couple of years. What caught my attention though was the name engraved on the front of the necklace.

'Isabella Narcissa Crouch Black'

Author's Note: Boom! Who saw that one coming? What do we think about this chapter?

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