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UPDATE! Everything from Chapter 6 on has not been changed, and Chapter 5 has minimal changes.

Flashes, that's all they were. Flashes of a horrible thing that made just enough sense for her to understand an old man had died. Evie sat up with a start. A cold sweat was forming on her forehead. The nightmare meant nothing to her; she had never seen the house before but it was very old and very desolate. An old man she had never seen before was also present in the dream, and Wormtail. He was with a snake, and the old man died. That was all she could make out. It was like no nightmare she'd ever had before. It truly scared her.

Her birth mark was stinging again, something that had started in her first year. It had since become a more normal occurrence. Though Evie still could not understand the reasoning behind it, she figured it had something to do with Voldemort. It was the only explanation she had, as it had not started until the moment she first laid eyes on him.

Evie sighed and looked out of her bedroom window to see it was still dark. She knew she'd just dreamt of something very horrible, but the pictures and even the conversations in her head were so jumbled, so disjointed with thoughts of Wormtail bringing back memories of last year, none of it seemed intelligible. She wiped the sweat from her brow and turned on the lamp beside her bed. The room lit up around her and she sighed in relief, having not realized that up until this moment she had feared she may be somewhere else.

The pain in her birth mark was still present and Evie got out of bed to go to her mirror. Lifting her shirt and pulling her pajama pants down slightly, she studied the crescent shaped mark closely. It was slightly red, as though something had irritated it, but other than that it looked perfectly fine; it just hurt. Evie let her shirt and pants fall back into place as her eyes traveled up to her face. There were bags under her light brown eyes and though they were familiar, they looked as strange as she felt.

It was still late, or maybe it was so early the light hadn't even started to peak over the horizon. Evie rubbed her eyes and yawned. She wondered if she'd be able to sleep anymore after a dream like that. Sighing, she walked back over to her bed and picked up the book on her bedside table. It was another Sherlock Holmes novel, the last one. Ever since Hermione had sent her one for Christmas she had loved the great detective and his loyal companion Watson. As she looked at the book she thought about her friends.

She imagined they'd all be sleeping about now. They probably wouldn't be troubled by any confusing or terrifying nightmares, although she wouldn't be surprised to find that Harry was from time to time considering everything that had happened. She wondered if she ought to write to Harry and Hermione about it. She wondered if she ought to tell Ron. But then she thought of what they'd all say.

Hermione would ask her if there was anything strange about her birthmark and then proceed to look it up in different books that may have some answers. If none presented themselves she might even suggest Evie go to Professor Dumbledore. Evie, however, couldn't imagine anything more pointless. She hadn't ever heard of anyone else having a birthmark like hers, certainly not one that randomly pained them. She also couldn't give Hermione any helpful answers about it. She knew only what she'd accidentally happened upon about hr birth, and subsequently her mother's death.

Harry would probably think she was somehow like him, especially since his scar hurt him from time to time. But his scar hurt usually when Voldemort was near and Evie couldn't think of a single way she or her birthmark could be like Harry. She hadn't been hit with any curses when she was a baby, at least not that she knew of.

Ron would probably laugh it off as some weird girl problems and at that point Evie didn't think she could blame him. She was probably looking far too deep into both the nightmare and the aching birthmark. She would put it from her head.

Her decision made, Evie put the book back on her bedside table, turned off her lamp and rolled over. She only allowed herself to ponder the curiousness of her birthmark for a few more minutes before she drifted back to sleep.

The next morning Evie woke up to the sound of knocking on her room door. She grunted at the unwelcome alarm clock. Instead of leaving, her brother Cedric swung open her door and started speaking in an unnecessarily loud voice. "Good morning Evie! Isn't it a lovely day outside?" He pulled the curtains open.

"Ugh! Why are you this type of person?" Evie turned to glare at him from her bed.

"It's late and you're going to miss breakfast," he answered with a smile.

"So?" Evie grumbled.

It was then that Cedric actually got a good look at her face and noticed the slight bags under her eyes.

"You alright?" he asked, looking concerned.

"I didn't sleep well," she answered, trying to wave it off.

"Why not?"

Evie paused as she considered telling him the truth. Everything about her birthmark and every moment that it had hurt her.

"I had this dream…it's all sort of fuzzy now but, it was terrible. Woke me up in the middle of the night." She almost added the part about her birthmark but thought better of it.

"There's something you aren't telling me," Cedric said as he studied her face closely.

"It's not important." Evie tried to make him drop it, but when Cedric continued to look at her expectantly she sighed. "My birthmark hurt. It was stinging when I woke up and it looked irritated, like a bit red."

"That's unusual, isn't it?"

Evie paused again. "Yeah, it is. I don't know what to make of it." Evie started to nibble on her lip but Cedric didn't mention it.

"Alright, well, you probably just slept on it funny. Come on before breakfast gets cold." Cedric got up and left the room and Evie dressed quickly before heading down.

Downstairs a plate already sat in front of her chair and it had been filled with her usual breakfast food.

"Good morning, Dad." Evie smiled as she sat.

"Good morning Evie, glad you finally made it down," Amos teased. His plate was nearly empty at that point. "Hurry and eat, I have a surprise for you both before I head off to work."

Evie looked up to see a twinkle in his eye. She immediately dug in to her breakfast, almost sure she knew what he was going to say and not wanting to wait any longer than she had to for confirmation.

After breakfast, Amos walked into the living room and began to pull on his cloak, slowly getting himself ready to head to work.

"Dad?" Evie followed him and waited as he buttoned up.

"Hmm?" Amos looked at her and she immediately knew he was doing it on purpose.

"Dad!"

"Alright, alright," Amos laughed heartily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out four tickets.

"You got tickets?" Cedric asked, reaching out and grabbing them to see if they are real.

"I did," Amos stated proudly.

"I can't believe it. We're going to the World Cup!" Evie hugged Amos as Cedric just stared at the tickets, beaming. "Wait, why are there four?" she asked after glancing at the tickets in her brother's hands again.

"Well, I thought you might want to invite Miss. Granger as well."

"You really are the best," Evie hugged her father again.

"Alright, you lot. Behave while I'm gone," Amos straightened his robes. He grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace. "Ministry of Magic," he called and disappeared in a flash of green flames.

Evie immediately ran back upstairs for her wand and penned a quick letter to Hermione. When she came down, she sent the letter off with the family owl Bernard and grabbed her shoes, tossing them on quickly.

"Oi! Where are you going?" Cedric asked as she opened the door.

"The Burrow, I've got to tell Ron and see if they got tickets," Evie smiled and ran out the door towards the Weasley house.