𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝...

— 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 knew that she was different even by the standards of the wizarding world. She has known this from the moment she was born seeing as her family rarely allowed her to forget it.

When Isabelle was three, she found a dead bird in her yard. She brought this bird back to life. A feat such as this, she was taught very quickly, is not normal. In fact, her parents made sure to get it through her skull that necromancy — no matter how successful — is not so much as tolerated in the wizarding world.

Isabelle was four when she was scolded by a stranger for playing in the road. He was driving down the street exceptionally fast, and he nearly hit Isabelle if he had not swerved. The man rolled down his window and screamed at her before driving off.

She had only tilted her head and with a thought, the entire car was sent off the ground and flying into a nearby house.

This ended in a fiery explosion, and this — as her mother cried at her — is not normal.

Over the course of her life, Isabelle quickly learned what is normal and what is not, at least for wizards and witches.

The levitating charm at age eleven with a wand is normal. Having a tantrum at age four where a few items break from her magic is normal. Going to wizarding school from ages eleven through seventeen is normal.

Bringing dead beings back to life is not normal, no matter what age. Being able to throw an entire vehicle into a house with only a thought, no matter what age, is not normal. Being homeschooled because of being able to perform feats like this is not normal.

Isabelle Lockley has been homeschooled her entire life because of this. Her classroom consisted of her mother's tittering lectures and reading through ancient grimoires in the sanctuary of her bedroom at Lockley Estate

The home has been in possession of her family for generations, a grand estate located in the Bayou of Louisiana, near New Orleans to be specific. At the moment, Lockley Estate is home to Isabelle's mother, her father, her aunt, her older cousins as well as her grandmother.

The Lockley bloodline, direct descendants of Abigail Castor, is known for producing powerful people of magic. But there has not been a Supreme Witch or Wizard born since Abigail herself.

Not until Isabelle that is.

It is both a blessing and a curse to the family.

However, by age thirteen, Isabelle held a great grasp and control of her magic. Her parents considered sending her to Ilvermorny with her cousins as they no longer feared her lashing out and accidentally killing someone.

Albus Dumbledore paid a visit to the family before they fully decided — rather, the Headmaster wanted to see Isabelle Lockley among the ranks of students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

While hesitant as it was certainly not typical to accept transfer students, let alone students who have a home halfway across the globe, Albus Dumbledore was the most trusted Headmaster there is. Not to mention, the school is so far away from the U.S. that no one in Great Britain will be familiar with the relations of the Lockley family.

Despite Edward and Raveena Lockley's best efforts to keep Isabelle hidden, rumors have spread throughout the United States. The powerful bloodline has once again given birth to a Supreme Witch.

These rumors have not yet found a way to Great Britain — if there was ever an opportunity for Isabelle to live a truly normal life of a teenage witch then Hogwarts is her ticket. Especially seeing as Harry Potter, the boy who lived, is currently in attendance at Hogwarts. No one would even think twice about Isabelle Lockley... not unless she gives them a reason to.

Running with the opportunity, Isabelle decides that some space from her family would not be the worst thing in the world.

And so she packed up her things and left humid Louisiana for gorgeous Scotland.

Draco Lucius Malfoy was many things: namely rich (like filthy rich to the point that it isn't even funny), he is a pure-blood (and he made sure people knew that), arrogant, spiteful, obnoxious, and probably the biggest bully in their year.

He is also incredibly intelligent, quick-witted, cunning (a true Slytherin), and funny at times (but Isabelle would never tell anyone she thought some of his mean-spirited jokes and remarks against others were funny as fuck).

Draco Malfoy was also, in Isabelle's opinion, absolutely positively stunning.

Isabelle mistook him for an angel at first with his sleek white-blond hair (but then he shoved a first-year to the ground and she knew he was more a demon than any angel), cold grey eyes (but eyes that spoke of so much more than he let on), a pale complexion, and rather sharp features. His good looks were rather haughty.

Overall, despite his good looks, Draco was seemingly a person for students (other than aristocratic pure-blood Slytherins) to stay away from. From the outside, he had no kind bones in his body and the only smile that ever painted his face came from someone else's distress.

There is no reason that Isabelle Lockley should harbor a crush let alone even like this boy for any reason. She knows that, but she wonders if her crush makes her just as bad as Draco Malfoy himself (but then again she's actually killed someone by accident, and as far as she's concerned even Draco Malfoy has never gone that far).

Does that make her a bad person? Maybe.

Yet, the girl cannot seem to pull herself out of it. Isabelle knew better than to make herself a fool for some stupid boy — especially a mean boy like Draco Malfoy — but she could never help the butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw him or the way that her pupils would change into hearts (not literally, of course).

Even so, Isabelle could never quite find the courage to so much as talk to him. A lot of it had to do with the fear of him laughing at her or bullying her (again, Draco was not known for being nice).

Not to mention Pansy Parkinson was nearly always clinging to him, and while Isabelle was not fearful of Pansy per se — the girl would not be able to handle it if both Parkinson and Malfoy ganged up on her about something as delicate as her crush on him. Her poor little heart simply could not take it.

Therefore, Isabelle did the next best thing.

She avoided him as though he were a carrier of a plague. In classes, she sat in seats that were the furthest away from Malfoy (although she is a Ravenclaw and he a Slytherin so they only had a class or two together). Any time she saw him in the corridors she had a technique... pause and appreciate his fine beauty for only a moment, and then turn tail and run in the opposite direction.

It seemed to work for the most part — she was never on Draco Malfoy's list of people he harassed, in fact, the boy did not even notice her.

Thankfully, when she arrived halfway through their third year, there was no big announcement informing the students of her arrival. Rather, Dumbledore picked her up from her estate in the Bayou of New Orleans and the two of them arrived at Hogwarts late that same night. He sorted her immediately — the hat deeming her a proud "RAVENCLAW!"

What can she say? She is naturally book smart. However, sometimes she chooses to fail an assignment just to keep it interesting.

Even her own house did not notice her presence right away — Isabelle went friendless for a solid two weeks before Clementine Goldstein befriended her alongside her twin brother Anthony Goldstein.

It did not take long for the twins to figure out the massive crush Isabelle had on the one and only Draco Malfoy.

And no amount of their scolding was able to stop it — rather it seemed the girl only fell harder. As though Draco Malfoy was some unattainable thing, some forbidden fruit that she so desperately craved.

He was a boy she wanted but refused to pursue, and quite frankly, the two could not blame her. It was smart, any logical person would recognize that unless you are Pansy Parkinson, don't even try to pursue the mean-spirited Malfoy heir.

And that is exactly what many Ravenclaw students lived by... logic.

All in all, it was working just fine for Isabelle. She was living her normal teenage witch life: she had her grimoires, she had her two best friends, she had her fun, and she had her crush.

It went by fine throughout her third year and so far her fourth is going by much the same. Until Isabelle quite literally cannot take the way that Parkinson constantly hangs off Malfoy or how fast her heart beats whenever she so much as glances at Draco that she chooses to write him a letter.

A letter confessing her love to him. A letter that says how she would literally go to war for him. A letter that all but hands him her heart.

A letter that (thankfully) does not say who the hell wrote it but somehow finds its way into Malfoy's hands nonetheless.

And now Isabelle Lockley needs to live with the repercussions of such a letter and hope that the ever-clever Draco Malfoy stays clueless as to who possibly fell for him without so much as ever even having a conversation with him.

Draco Malfoy is admittedly impressed with himself but he is also determined to figure out who the hell he inadvertently seduced.