A/N: Hey guys! Just so everyone knows, this is my first story here. I'm not the best at writing with other peoples characters, but I'll do my best. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize.

Evangeline sat alone, though she was surrounded by family. Her older sister, Gwendolyn, was preparing to depart for Hogwarts within the next few days and everyone was saying their farewells before hand, though only the immediate family knew of Gwen's actual school and what it was about: magic.

Eventually the get-together came to an end and everyone began their trek back home. Goodbyes were called to each and every person from the front porch. The night was warm and quiet aside from the boisterous farewells of the family. When they had all gone and her parents had retired back inside, Evangeline remained outside, taking the night in.

"Hey, Eva." Gwendolyn spoke softly from behind the screen door, opening it with a gentle creak and coming to sit beside her sister on the porch steps.

"Hi." Evangeline acknowledged her sister's presence with a gentle nod, favoring instead to continue gazing into the black of the night.

"I'm going to miss you this year."

Evangeline looked up at her sister then, taking in her appearance for the first time that night. Gwen's face was glowing from the excitement of returning to Hogwarts. She loved it there, everything about it. Evangeline knew that when she came home during holidays that she dreamt of going back. On her first few days home, she'd always talk of her friends, what she learned, how she loved the Gryffindor house and its great accomplishments, and of an acquaintance known as Harry Potter.

Gwen was 16 and only a year older than herself, though Gwen was the 'magical' one in the family. She knew that she was ridiculed by some for being Muggleborn, but she never showed it and Evangeline loved her even more for that.

"I'll miss you too, Gwen." She whispered as if afraid to disturb the night.

"I wish you could come with me."

"I wish I could too," Taking a deep breath, she continued, "But I'm needed here. This is where I belong…" She trailed off, knowing the last was true but wanted desperately for it to be false.

Gwen knew this too, and put her arm around her sisters' shoulders, pulling her into an embrace. "Oh Eva…we were so close when we were younger, and we'd still be if I weren't so far away."

"Don't think on that. You're excited, don't let me pull that down. I'm fine." She returned the embrace.

"Lets get inside. I feel a storm coming soon." Gwen began to stand and head back inside while Evangeline waited a few more moments outside. Standing, she headed towards the door, glancing in the direction of the storm she had felt forming since early in the evening.

A day before Gwen was supposed to leave, a letter came in the mail. A magical letter. Evangeline watched as her sister ran to grab the letter, excitement and happiness radiating off her in waves.

"Oh, I hope it's a letter about prefects and such." Gwen rambled, ripping the letter open and reading its contents. Her smile quickly drained away, being replaced by a look of extreme confusion.

She turned to look at Evangeline and in that instant, fright ran through her body.

"Gwen, what is it?" She said to the shocked and frozen face of her sister.

"A meeting has been requested of us, to be held here in an hour." she stuttered out, "Its about you."

Speechless and worried, Evangeline stood and headed straight towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Gwen shouted after her, "They'll be here soon!" but Evangeline paid her no mind.

The night was dark and warm, though Evangeline could still sense the brooding storm over the horizon. Her thoughts were in a jumble as she walked in the tense night air. Did her sister do something wrong? Would she be expelled? Did she do something? After all, she'd only held her sisters wand once this summer and nothing happened.

A chill ran through the air, causing her to put her arms around her chest in an attempt to keep the chill off. The wind picked up and the air smelled of rain; her long brown hair was blown around strongly and suddenly Evangeline wished she'd stayed home to wait it out with her sister.

A crack sounded behind her, startling her. Turning around she found nothing but felt as if she could sense something waiting in the bushes, watching her. While she stared at the spot in the bushes the rain started. It was only a gentle pattering so she ignored it, but the unknown something in the bushes worried her and her survival instincts kicked in.

She backed up slowly until she felt there was sufficient distance between herself and the unknown something hiding away, she spun around and ran. The rain was pounding now, soaking her clothing through and allowing a different type of cold seep into her bones. Her vision was blurred due to the torrential downpour that let itself loose only moments ago, and though she couldn't see clearly, she felt a need to push on and to put as much distance between herself and the shrubbery she felt the presence at.

How long she had been running she didn't know but her adrenaline didn't seem to be running out so she kept moving forward. Rain flew into her eyes, and she could no longer see as she did earlier. Slowing down, she began walking, still feeling a need to move and began to feel the cold again.

A turn came into view and Evangeline took it, trying to find landmarks to tell her where she was. Keeping her head down to avoid the drops of rain, she didn't notice the person walking up in front of her. In fact, she was so absorbed in her worried thoughts that she ran right into the person in front of her. The only thing she did notice was the fact that who ever this was hadn't been moving when she collided with them.

Slowly she brought her head up to look at what was obstructing her way. The first thing she noticed was the height, and the gender. He was tall, and when she saw his face she noticed pale skin and dark eyes before anything else. Then, upon further inspection she noticed shoulder length black hair and a large nose, from which he looked down at her.

"Evangeline Harpe, you are needed back at your home. Please come with me." he spoke softly but she was able to hear his voice over the din of pouring rain. There was something about the strange man dressed completely in black and soaked through as herself that made her want to follow him blindly and run away screaming all at once.

"Who are you?" she whispered, hoping he'd hear her over the rain.

He pretended not to hear her, she could tell. "Are you deaf? I said 'Please come with me.'" He sneered the word please as if it was a rare word for him to say and that she should be glad he spared the word for her. Evangeline narrowed her eyes.

The man turned and proceeded to walk back the way he came. She watched him for a moment and decided it would be best to go with him. Gathering up her strength, she followed the man down the street a little ways before pausing. He seemed to sense the stop in movement behind him for he turned around sharply and walked back towards her angrily.

"Do not dawdle, we are already late thanks to your running off. Now, hurry up." He glanced around as if he had seen something in his peripheral vision. Evangeline watched as a decision formed in his dark, cold eyes and almost screamed in shock as his hand flicked out from within his robes and grabbed her wrist, turning and pulling her along behind him forcefully.

"Where are you taking me? Let me go!" Evangeline began to struggle against his tight grip.

The man continued forward with her in tow and at one point muttered under his breath something along the lines of 'Near now.' or 'Almost there'. Soon, Evangeline gave up the futile attempt of escape and walked willingly with him. And though she had ceased her struggle, the man never let go or loosen his grip on her arm. He seemed as if he was worried about something, preoccupied and constantly glancing around.

Around another corner, down another street, a quick turn down an alleyway, and through a gate and the pair was back in the Harpe front yard. The strange man glanced around quickly before stepping from the shadows and into the light of her front porch. Still holding her arm fast, he pulled a wand from somewhere and muttered something under his breath and everything clicked for Evangeline: he was a wizard. He was taking her to the 'meeting' at her house. This man had something to do with her sister.

The door opened and her sister and a strange woman were framed in the doorway. Her sisters' eyes widened in shock and awe but the other woman seemed relieved to see the both of them safe and in the flesh.

"Ah Severus, we are glad to see the both of you safe."

The man, Severus, swept into the house after letting Evangeline's wrist lose from his vice grip. She stared dumbfounded after him and only pulled her gaze away from where he disappeared when her sister spoke.

"Eva, I was so worried." Gwendolyn pulled her into a quick hug before allowing the woman to usher them into the formal living room.

Evangeline took in the woman once they reached the room, noting that she was tall and somewhat severe looking. She was wearing dark clothing, but in the light Evangeline couldn't distinguish the color. When she spoke, the woman had an accent Evangeline couldn't quite think of.

The woman looked at Severus, who quickly muttered something and nodded back at her. Sitting in the living room with two strange people and her sister gave her an odd feeling, but the main one was extreme confusion as to why two mysterious wizard-like-people were in her home.

"Good. Now we begin." she nodded at the living room furniture, to which Gwen invited them to be seated and everyone, aside from the man, took seats throughout the room. "This is an odd case indeed. I have never heard anything like this in my entire time here." The woman paused, pondering something for a time.

In the moments when there was no conversation, Gwendolyn leaned over to her sister and whispered: "That man is the Professor Snape and the woman is Professor McGonagall. They teach at Hogwarts." Evangeline nodded in acknowledgement and waited for McGonagall to continue.

"Evangeline, we are happy and saddened to tell you this. Witches and wizards are generally that from birth, and you were not recognized as being one. You've grown for 15 years thinking you were normal when indeed you are not. This has only just been discovered, but you are, if fact, a wizard."

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