EveningSpell
Summary: The reign of Voldemort has finally ended, now everyone is able to sleep peacefully at night. But when the rule of one Dark Wizard is over, another one takes their place. They're wait quietly for their time to come and perpare for that day. But what does Devena Eveningwell have to do with it?
Well, this is my first ever Harry Potter story. I've only read the first book so far but I've seen all the movies and my friend, QueenFreakiGeeki, will help me with spells and whatnot. I've mostly written Twilight fanfics or Vampire fanfics but I hope to do a good job with this. If something is not correctly stated, please tell me so I can go back and fix it. Flames, criticism, and comments are greatly apperciated. If something I write is not like how you imagine it, this is my own opinion of how it will happen and you can write your own if you don't like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series because if I did, I would know more about it.
Prologue
The Ashegales at the Manor were your average pureblood wizard home, thank you very much. Mrs. Harmony Ashegale was reading her young children a story before they were off to bed. All the Ashegales were fair looking, silky blond hair and pretty faces. The oldest was Garron, the one who jump around and rough up his younger sister and brother. The sister was name Clemency, but was mostly referred to as Mercy. She wanted to be a Holyhead Harpy, like her hero, Ginny Potter. Then there was Raleigh, who loved to make others laugh. Honour was the second youngest, older than Raleigh and younger than Mercy. She listen patiently for the story to end, waiting to go to sleep. Harmony herself was giggling as she watch the children used the rest of their energy to exhaust themselves. She slowly closed the book and told her children off to bed. She went around and kissed them goodnight, tucking them into the bed. The young wizards and witches snuggle up to stuff animals and tried their hardest to sleep as their mother slipped out of the room.
She went down the hall, the moving pictures of family and friends greeting and smiling. Though, she stopped at one picture in particular, the one of her last day at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Smiling back at her was seventeen year old Harmony and her twin sister, Grace. At the time her hair was longer and curlier with bright green eyes, and Grace had long snow blonde hair and smoldering ivy eyes. Grace and Harmony may have been twins, but their personalities weren't alike. Harmony was a brave Gryffindor who was courageous and a true leader. Her sister, on the other hand, was a sweet Hufflepuff that was loyal and trustworthy. Harmony hadn't realized today would be the anniversary of the day Grace disappear, to never be seen or heard from for six years. Some believed she died, but Harmony hold on to the hope that she would return safe and unharmed. Just then there was a knock at the door.
"I wonder who would be wandering here at this time of night…"
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The woman walked briskly as she carried a bundle of cloth in her arms. She kept looking over her shoulder as the child in the cloth twisted itself around to become comfortable. She held it tighter to keep it warm and continued to walk quickly to the home growing in size as she got closer. Just a few more yards, the woman thought, allowing herself to smile when the door was right in front of her. She knocked once…twice…three times before it was open by pretty and young woman with bobbing blonde hair the color of snow. The blonde woman's ivy green eyes was sparkling with surprise and delight.
"Oh my god, Grace. Come in, come in." Grace allowed herself in with the squirming child fussing and beginning a sob. She hushed the child gently with great affection in her voice.
"Hello, Harmony. How are you?" The woman sat quietly in the chair near the fireplace, rocking the child to sleep.
"How am I?!? Grace, you been missing for six years. Where have you been?" Harmony shrieked, a small tear running down the side of her cheek. Six years had she been worrying about where her twin sister had gone. Now she shows up with a child in her arms, talking like she was only away for a week. Grace had a thoughtful face on, thinking about what exactly she would say.
"I've been away," she began, untangling the blonde child in the blankets, "for good reasons." she finished. She held the baby toward her sister, telling her to take it. Harmony took the baby and looked at Grace.
"Harmony, I need you to do something for me." She stood, placed the blanket over her shoulder, and looked at her child.
"I need you to take my daughter." She spoke heavily and her voice was thick with unshed tears. Harmony looked at her and saw what had Grace shaking.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing you need to worry about. Just take care of Devenafor me, please. Everything is right in here for her." Grace handed Harmony two pages of a finely written letter. She bend and gave a soft and gentle kiss to her daughter's forehead. Then before she could say anything else, she was out the door and running like the wind into the fields.
"GRACE!!!" Harmony screamed, running out of the house to catch the last glimpse of her sister. The child was sobbing loudly as if sensing her mother had left.
"Mony, what's that noise?" A grumpy man walked down the stairs, his hair askew and bags under his eyes. He looked at what was in his wife's arms, screaming and crying up a storm.
"Where did that baby come from?" He asked, standing next to Harmony to get a closer look.
"She's my sister's. Luckas, call the Ministry of Magic. Tell them Grace Eveningwell has shown up and on the run from something."
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Grace ran in the dead of night and toward the old pub that was the entrance to Diagon Alley. Her long blonde hair trailing in the air as she halted at the door. The lights were off in the place and the door was locked, the following footsteps coming closer and closer as she struggle to open the door. Grace pulled out her wand and pointed it at the door.
"Alohamora." She saw the colored air fly toward the lock and opening the door, her entrance of escape open to her. She ran through the open door and dodge the blast of a spell that was thrown at her. Grace hurried to the back of the pub and through the opening. She carefully hit the brick and waited impatiently for the wall to pull apart.
She ducked as a killing curse flew over her head. She looked back at her persuader, a young woman with dark ebony hair. Her face was pale and devoid of emotion, her eyes like dark bottomless holes.
"Please, don't do this." Grace begged, backing into Diagon Alley inch by inch.
"Begging for your life? How cliché of you, Eveningwell." The woman proceeded toward Grace Eveningwell to the front of Gringotts. They stood five paces away from each other.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked. The wand was pointed at Grace's chest. There was no way for her to escape.
"Fooling with my husband will only get you both killed…" The woman told her.
"You killed Regan!?! He was the father of your…bu-but nothing happened between us. I would never touch another woman's husband!" Grace shrieked, horrified by the women's action.
"Oh, then tell me, who's the father of your little girl?" Grace's mouth gaped open in shocked but it didn't stop her from telling the truth.
"Jett O'Shay."
"That Muggle-born? The one you stalked? I highly doubt. Then again, I always thought you disliked mud-bloods." The woman twirled a strand of hair around her finger, looking mad as she thought. She held her wand up higher. "Any last words, Grace?" She asked.
"Yes, Stupefy!" Grace pointed her wand at the woman and the flying red lights burst from it. The woman, caught off guard, was consumed by the lights just as she yelled out, "Avada Kedavra."
The green lights shot forward and hit Grace squarely in the back as she tried to run, causing the spell to work.
"NO!!" Grace shrieked, falling to the ground. The spell drained the life out of her. Her one arm was arched up, the other draped across her waist. Her dress pool around her as did her hair. The woman got up and brushed herself off. Her heels clicked together making their way over to her body.
"Now, I hate you even more. Even in death you still maintain beauty." Her boot kicked her head over to the other side, her hair leaving a golden trail. "Now you're the Ministry's problem to deal with." The woman walked away, leaving the body of Grace Gardenia Eveningwell behind her to return to her children.
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When someone finally found her, there was a full blown controversy going on. Some believed it to be a new dark wizard's handiwork, his first victim to be a missing witch. Some thought it was a suicide to make people remember Grace, for her memory to be spectacular like her disappearance. Every reporter hounded the Ashegales, the only living family of Miss Eveningwell. They refused to say anything for Mrs. Ashegale was distraught with sorrow for her dead sister and caring for a new infant. And what a infant Devena Caron Eveningwell was.
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