After Narcissa had picked Isobella up from Addison's party, they went home to the Malfoy Mansion. Bright and early in the morning, they rose and snuck out before Lucius noticed to go to Henry's funeral.

Narcissa warned Isobella that she shouldn't come back to her house. Lucius was still angry at "that Lestrange girl" for her disobedience.

Isobella had nodded when Narcissa asked if she had somewhere to go. In all truth, she had no place at all but the Lestrange Manor. The Lestranges couldn't return, because the Ministry would capture them again. The only person that was there was little Evanthe and five little House Elves.

So she made her way home by the broom. It took a long time, but Isobella needed a long time. She needed to think.

Her suitcase hung on the broom. Her hair was in the wind. And her thoughts were flying faster than the broom itself.

When she reached the house, she opened the black iron gate and pulled out the old key. She opened the door and came in. "Evanthe?" she called.

Poor little thing, she jumped and screamed at the top of the staircase. She really wasn't used to visitors.

"It's Isobella." She hung her jacket in the broom closet. "School's over for me. How was your school?"

The girl nodded shyly. "Good," she answered.

"I think I may have something for you." Isobella unsnapped her suitcase and smacked it onto the marble floor. Bang! She threw her clothes onto the side and dug into the suitcase deeper. "Here!"

She pulled out her second wand. It was always too fancy and delicate for Isobella. She slipped the blue and pink pearl case off of it. "I don't know why it hung around me. I obviously doesn't work as well as it could. Here." She handed it to Evanthe.

Evanthe's eyes bludged, and she began to cry. "No! No! I can't. You know that! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Isobella wrinkled up her nose. "I'll love you even if you're a squib. I just want to know."

"Promise?" the girl asked.

"Promise very much!"

The girl picked up the delicate beautiful wand and pointed it at a red vase of daisies that Evanthe had picked.

Evanthe put her left hand over her eyes. Then she waved it.

When Evanthe opened her eyes, she noticed three more flowers. "Did I?" she asked.

Isobella didn't say one word. She just smiled. "I knew you weren't. I knew it! Come on, I brought back some First Year Charm books!"

Evanthe began to realize quick changes in Isobella's attitude towards her. Somehow, she had it stuck in her head that Evanthe was going to be a prodigy child. They both slept in late during the summer, so they ate bunch and not breakfast. So after bunch, Isobella would tutor Evanthe in all Valtor subjects for three hours straight.

Evanthe was first horribly bad at any dueling spells, but learned that her fury could break the challenge. The first five weeks were spells after spells after spells. Evanthe was already familiar with the history of magic. Next, Isobella began to incorporate basic potions as well. Evanthe had learned standard basic French I from her Muggle school. Isobella soon took charge of that. As it so turned out, Isobella spoke German, Spanish, and French quite well along with her normal English. Evanthe found that quite odd.

Since Evanthe couldn't enter Valtor for another year, Isobella had decided that Evathe should be fluent in French by the time that she was to enter next year. By the end of the summer, Evanthe had skipped French II entirely.

After taking many Muggle tests to skip French II, Isobella took Evanthe shopping. The first thing they bought was new clothes, then books, then dolls. Evanthe loved dolls even though she was ten years of age.

After the grueling three hour home-school, Evanthe would play outside or with her dolls. She was very good at entertaining herself.

After that, the girils would have dinner together unless Isobella was away at the Ministry or something else. Evanthe never knew. She just knew that she couldn't get caught. Her parents would find out. And then what was she to do? Was she just to love them and pretend like nothing had happened? No, she couldn't do that. She pondered the thought many times when Isobella was out.

Isobella was like a sister to Evanthe. She learned promptly not to call her Bella. Instead, she called her Isobel or Ella. Evanthe was soon told why she wasn't to call her Bella. Evanthe was told that she mustn't be caught by the Death Eaters either. It would be deadly.

Evanthe was a quick learner and soon picked up small things of what to do and what not to do. The girls retained a quiet lifestyle for the summer. But it wasn't before long that Evanthe was called back to her private Muggle school. She found the classes to be boring, unlike as before. But Isobella pushed the knowledge in French, the arts, and math.

Evanthe promised that she would study her magical studies as well asher Muggle subjects. Isobella soon left for Valtor, leaving Evanthe alone once more. She missed her "sister," but school kept her as busy as ever.