She woke with an abrubt start. Oh, that dream, again. The same one she had been having every night for the past 6 years. It was about her parents. The night that changed her life.
Flashback
She walked down the hallway, attracted by a few fainted POP's that she had heard not nearly five miutes ago. She walked towards the large room at the end of the hallway. Her parents room. She was only five at the time, but she knew enough to understand what the men were saying before they left. They wanted to know where "HE" was. As if her parents could know where someone was without knowing their name. She didn't understand. She walked into the room to see her parents standing there, they looked at her but just stood there, saying nothing.
End
Her parents were being pressed for information that night, not tortured, but close enough. The men had looked through every inch of her parents memories, but could find nothing. Their memories were abused so bad that it had caused permanent damage. They wanted to know where he was, and until recently not even Evan, knew who they meant by he. But it didn't really matter now, her parents were placed in St. Mungo's ward for pemanent spell damage, they could barely even remember how to breathe sometimes. Yes the great magical people that they were, Devin and Jenna Winters, Evans parents, could do magic nomore. The girl Evan, was sent to live with her great Aunt Clara, having nowhere else to go.
It has been six years to the day, and Evan will be starting Hogwarts soon. She was mildly excited, but excited none the less. Her Aunt Clara had lived in a town shared by muggles and magical people alike, Called Ottery St. Catchpole. Evan would spend endless amounts of time exploring the countryside, because it was safe now, well for the time being. When she wasn't out exploring, she was at one of her great Aunt's extravagant parties, held to keep the magical community in contact with eachother. Evan had met many people there, they all knew her, even though she had only recently found out why.
"Evan dear"
"Yes Aunt Clara"
"There is someone here to see you, please come downstairs"
Who would be asking to see her?
"Evan, This is Professor Albus Dumbledore, He is Headmaster-"
She was cut off.
"Headmaster at Hogwarts, Yes i know all about it" Evan said, with a look of excitement in her eyes.
Evan was always a perceptive child, with powers beyond anyones wildest imagination. And some say she was too smart for her own good.
"Ahh, Evan what a pleasure" he spoke suddenly.
"The pleasure is mine Headmaster" She spoke as if she were an adult.
" I Suppose you would be wanting you letter from Hogwarts"
"Yes Sir, but i know that is not why you have come here personally"
"Well Evan, do you know why I have come?"
"Yes Sir" she spoke more softly now, and less knowingly, even though she knew why he was here.
"You want to speak to me about the boy sir, the boy called Harry Potter"
Both Aunt Clara and Dumbledore looked at eachother in amazement. Aunt Clara spoke next.
"I honestly don't know how she knows Albus, but she is so bright, we have nothing but hope for her, and the prophecy, she proves it more and more everyday"
Dumbledore looked at her and smiled. "Yes Evan, Harry Potter, do you know who he is"
"Why yes Sir, he is the boy who lived, who defeated Voldemort, and he is ... my cousin"
Aunt Clara studdered at the name. But Dumbledore continued, unaffected, and he spoke to Evan about her cousin. He told her that he wished for her to meet him, but not until he was to enter Hogwarts, which would be in two years time, because he did not yet know anything about wizards, about Voldemort, or about the destiny he had to fullfill. Evan agreed, she took her letter from Dumbledore and she went to Hogwarts, for the next two years, until finally it was the summer before she was to meet him, her cousin, the only other immediate relative she had left, he shared her blood, and that made her very hopeful.