Note; this story will often switch viewpoints. It will most likely be in the main character (Evangeline)'s point of view. At times it will switch to Draco's point of view, and it may often be in third person. I do this simply to capture certain character's thoughts, and things that go on that Evangeline may not know about etc. This story begins in third person. You will know when viewpoints change. Thanks, enjoy(:
Soft,thick white sheets. Pure. Simple. Beautiful. Much like the girl who was laying on them. Her dark brown locks were strung out upon the pillows. Her lids were closed, shading her unique golden eyes from the world. Her tan skin lightly glowed, much like she did. Evangeline had a fiery personality, which matched her fiery appearance. Her hair had traces of deep red in them, her eyes looked as if they were enchanted with sunbeams. She looked nothing of her pale faced parents, who spent much of their time, covered in cloaks, and indoors, whereas she adored the sunlight. She enjoyed the small simplicities of life. Things like flowers and rain. Birds chirping and winter snow. Piano music and blue skies. She yearned to live a life of freedom. A life where she was not sheltered by her parents. A world where her father was not a Death Eater, a world where a Dark Lord simply did not exist. She wished for a world where she was surrounded by friends, and people who truly loved her. But more than anything, Evangeline Hawthorne wanted to attend Hogwarts. She was tired of home school. She wanted to live as a normal witch. And finally after five years of being taught by her mother, house elves and tutors, her parents had finally allowed her to go to the school of her dreams. Though she'd only spend two years there, she was thrilled to finally be set free. Of course her father- Stefan, who was one of the most influential Death Eaters serving under the Dark Lord pushed her to refuse any interaction with 'Mudbloods' and limited interaction with halfbloods, saying that Pure Bloods where the way to go, and of course, I had to get into Slytherin, and make friends with all of the Pureblood students. Of course, I didn't want to be in the house of Salazar. Every person in the Hawthorne family had been, and each of them turned to the Dark Arts. She lied to her father when she told him that she couldn't wait to get into Slytherin, because she knew that Gryffindor was the house for her. Images surfaced in her mind. Memories of all the times her father beat her for foolish reasons that she could not even begin to understand as to why they were such bad things. Evangeline glanced towards her window as she heard the flapping of wings. Kane was back with a letter tied to his leg. He landed gracefully on her desk, as she emerged from her bed. "Good boy." she said softly as she untied the letter, giving him an owl treat. Her voice was melodic and dreamy. Yet it was strong and self assured. Soothing, loving, carefree. She opened the letter;
Dear Miss Hawthorne,
Thank you for writing to me. I deeply understand your worries of coming to Hogwarts, under the circumstances concerning your father and the Dark Arts. I feel honoured that you confided in me. As your HeadMaster, I ensure that all will be well. I can't guarantee that you won't receive a few strange looks from your soon to be fellow students, but if you show the personality that you have shown me in your letters, I am positive that any rumours or prejudices about you will be erased from their minds. You seem very intelligent, and quite delightful. I look forward to meeting you once you come to Hogwarts, don't be nervous my dear. We're quite a friendly faculty, and our students are among the best. No doubt you've heard of Harry Potter. Remember that once you get here, I am always available if you need advice or a helping hand. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, but for now I must go deal with a case involving two hundred chocolate frogs in a students dorm room. Yes, the students here do have their...moments, perhaps I should say, but I find that you will likely very much enjoy it here.
Kindest Regards,
Your Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Thank you for your kind words. They made me feel very assured, and not so nervous. Thank you for taking the time to write to me. I won't make this long, seeing that two hundred chocolate frogs sounds like it might take some time, as well as energy I shall see you tomorrow once I arrive. Again, thank you very much!
Best Wishes, Evangeline Hawthorne
She neatly folded the note and stuck it to Kane's leg. "Here you go, Kane. Take this to Albus Dumbledore at Hogwarts. I do not expect a reply, so you may fly right back home. Safe travels." she said, and the dark brown owl flew off. She breathed a quick sigh of relief at the her new Head Master's assuring words, and quickly finished packing her suitcases. Everything was in place, as she lived her last night in a sheltered life.
She awoke early the next morning, eager to go to Hogwarts. Everything went smoothly. She went downstairs where Yvette, the families main House Elf, who happened to be Evangeline's best friend growing up. Her childhood was essentially ruined by her father who forbade her to interact with other children. So the only one that she really had to talk to was Yvette.
"I'm sorry I woke you so early, but for my last day at home I just really wanted your cooking, Yvette. It's so delicious."
"Oh, Miss Evangeline, you are too kind."
"Yvette, I am going to write you when I am at Hogwarts. I will send them at night, so mother and father do not find out. Kane knows where to hide them. I told him already. He is a smart owl."
"Okay, Miss Evangeline. I would enjoy that. I promise to reply, even if it takes awhile."
"Do not worry. I understand" she said as Yvette slid a plate of eggs, bacon and two chocolate chip pancakes towards her.
"Would you like anything to drink?"
"I can get it." Evangeline replied instantly, as she got up from the table, pouring herself a glass of orange just. "You know I don't approve of you elves being enslaved. Once I take over, I'm going to free you all."
"Oh Miss Hawthorne, you are too kind."
"Evangeline are you ready for your big day!?" she voice of Bellinda Hawthorne rang as she entered the kitchen.
"Good morning Madame Hawthorne!" Yvette piped as she curtsied towards her.
"Good morning, Yvette" she said as she shooed the small brown elf off. "I see you've eaten, shall we go then? Your father had to leave early this morning, so he will not be seeing you off, but we had better get going." Evangeline nodded and they left after she gave one last goodbye to Yvette and gave her a quick hug. "I'll miss you Yvette."
Evangeline's point of view.
The red train glistened beautifully in the sunlight she was ready to board. "Alright, Evangeline. This is it. Best of luck! Make us Hawthornes proud! Remember, think thoughts of Slytherin while you are being sorted! You and I both know how angry your father would be if you were put in Gryffindor."
"Yes, mother. I love you. I'll write you soon."
I gave her a kiss on the cheek and boarded the train, eager to leave her.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me." a male voice from behind me rang. It was cold, yet almost kniving, greedy. I was unsure how I could tell this all from two words, but it was.
I turned around. He was about 5 to 7 inches taller than I. Platinum blonde hair, sleet grey eyes. A deadly smirk on his face.
"Um, yes?" I asked puzzled. For a split second his face seemed to soften. No. I must've imagined it.
"I couldn't help but overhear you speaking with your mother. She said you were a Hawthorne?"
"Um, yes. Yes I am. Evangeline Hawthorne."
"Well, Evangeline, I'm Draco Malfoy. Son of Lucius Malfoy. No doubt your father is Stefan."
"Yes, how did you know?"
"My father is also a...you know."
Death Eater. Of course.
"Oh yes, I thought your named sounded a bit familiar. Are our fathers friends?"
"Er- not really. More acquaintances."
"Oh, I see."
"Anyway, without a doubt you will be sorted into Slytherin. Pureblood..your father is a D.E; so naturally we will be good friends." he smirked again. There seemed to be no sense of compassion or friendliness in his eyes.
"Um, perhaps that would be nice. But I haven't even been sorted yet. I'm just looking for a place to sit."
"Oh, by all means, sit with me. My compartment is empty, seeing the goons that I normally run with decided to sit somewhere else."
"Okay, thank you."
I felt very shy. I could not tell whether Draco had good intentions or not. He just seemed so...cold. Like my father. He was like...Ice.
Draco guided me to his compartment and I sat across from him. Looking out the window.
I could feel his eyes on me. But I felt nervous, uncomfortable.
For most of the ride we made small talk. Nothing personal or in depth. It was awkward. All he really seemed to talk about was Slytherin, and his hate for Mudbloods and Harry Potter and his 'rubbish friends'. Once we arrived at the castle, we split ways, giving me a few moments to take in the intricate architecture. Gorgeous craftsmanship. I was forced into a carriage with a three girls who just seemed to stare at me. One asked if I was part veela. When I said no, she accused me of lying. Which slightly boiled my blood. I let it go, as we neared the castle.
"Ah, you must be Evangeline Hawthorne" said a female voice. She was a bit taller than me and wore a traditional witches hat. Black and pointed at the top.
"Um, yes I am."
"I'm Professor McGonagall. Professor Dumbledore has told me a lot about you. Please come with me, and I'll introduce to you to the students. He explained to me, that you were rather nervous. So I felt that if I gave you a quick introduction you might find that you'll have an easier time adjusting. Then we'll get you sorted."
"Okay, thank you Professor."
We made our way into the castle and into the Great Hall. It was gorgeous. The craftsmanship was just as detailed as the exterior of the school. Four long tables sat across the room. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. I'd more than likely soon be seated at Slytherin, despite my secret wish to be in the Gryffindor house.
I waited for about 20 minutes as the new first years were sorted. I was much taller, so clearly I stuck out like a sore thumb. "Now," McGonagall called out, full of authority, "We have a new student. She is a 6th year, and is transferring after 5 years of home schooling. Please give a warm welcome to Evangeline Hawthorne. I blushed as I stepped up and sat down in the chair. The students all clapped, many of them giving me suspicious glares, the Slytherin table seemed enthralled, fascinated. The raggedy hat was placed upon my head. I closed my eyes. Bracing myself.
"Why hello there!!"
I jumped, and opened my eyes.
"Don't worry. They can't hear me. I'm inside your head!"
"Inside my head?!"
"Yes, my dear. I know everything about you. You're very interesting."
"Bloody hell."
"Yes, very interesting. Too brave for Hufflepuff. That's certainly out of the question. Smart enough for Ravenclaw. Oh, very brave. Lots of courage in you. You've had quite the upbringing I see. Your father is a terrible man, I'm afraid. But you know this too. He hurt you, he hurts others. However, you are pureblood and he is a Death Eater, so you'd be quite a match for Slytherin. I'll have you know everyone is expecting you to be in Slytherin. But that is your father's doing. You are ambitious like them, but you're too kind. Not cunning or sly, unless you truly need to be...oh very loyal, loving and caring. Trustworthy too. My dear I know your father won't like this, but your heart is screaming Gryffindor. And the heart knows what is best, even if you choose not to follow it. Looks like it's going to be...
"Gryffindor!!"
My eyes shot open, the hat was removed from my head. The entire room was quiet. Draco Malfoy looked furious, though I wasn't sure why it concerned him. The entire room looked as if they all knew that this was a mistake. I looked back at the man that I was sure was Albus Dumbledore. He gave a slight smile, and a slight not.
I quickly hustled to my feet and found a seat at the end of the table, where I ate alone. I received quite a lot of glances and glares. Many whispers saying "The hat must've made a mistake!"
"There has never been a Hawthorne that hasn't been in Slytherin."
I could barely eat. I was so sick to my stomach. Father was not going to like this.c
