CHAPTER ONE: Escape in the Rain

Rain fell in slanting showers against the tall window panes of an impressive stone mansion overlooking a wide grassy yard. The green leaves of the trees swayed dramatically as the Maine wind blew them. They gray skies overhead a now common sight for the residents of the manor.

In a bright colorful room, overlooking this view sat a girl. No older than seventeen gazing out her window, lost in thought. The bright blue walls of her room clashing with her orange bedsheets. Purple curtains and neon green rugs covering the old wood floor. If one were to walk in her room they would believe her to be color-blind. This was not so.

Her sleek and full black hair was braided, the end a faint pink. She sat on the window seat, a green blanket draped over her lap. She wore a high collared shirt, hiding the faint yet visible angry scars running along her throat. Resembling the bites of teeth somewhat. A fading bruise was under her right eye.

The girl was thin and drawn. There was no light in her eyes.

A knock on the door drew her attention. She turned her head slowly, grimacing in pain as her scars stretched painfully.

"Come in," she said.

The door opened and in walked her brother. Her third brother to be exact. He did a double take as he looked around her room, flinching slightly.

"Again?" he asked. "I thought you redecorated yesterday."

"I was bored."

"Eva," he sighed, coming to sit on the floor beside her spot at the window. For a moment a blond boy flashed before her eyes, one that haunted her like a phantom. She grimaced. "You can't sit here and wallow, you can't let father dictate what you do."

"He won't let me do anything," she told him pathetically. "I can't even walk the grounds on nice days, I want to go back. . ."

"Go back?" he said alarmed. "Why?"

"They're my friends, Jason, I can't leave them now," she informed him stiffly. "Here read this." She handed him a letter that looked as if it had been read many times, her name scribbled on the front. Jason took the letter and his brown eyes drank in the words rapidly. Evangeline leaned closer to him and gave him a pleading look.

"Please, don't stop me, this would mean a lot to me," she told him. Jason raised a brow.

"You want to go to Bill and Fleur's wedding? And that's it?" he asked. She kept her face impassive.

"Only for the wedding and then I'm right back here," she told him. He gave her a piercing look before nodding his head. Evangeline smiled and leaned down to give him a hug.

"Oh, thank you!"

"Yeah, just hurry up. You know how hard it is to distract father. I'll lower the wards at the front door, the rest is up to you," he said seriously. Evangeline hugged him tightly.

"I love you Jason," she said in his ear. He hugged her tightly back.

"Love you too, Eva," he said. Jason then stood and went to her door, he looked back. "You have ten minutes." Then he was gone.

Evangeline sprang to her feet and pulled her duffel bag out from under her bed. She hastily shoved her cloths into it, followed by a smaller bag that clinked. Her exploding potions. She grabbed Harry's letter and crammed it in too. Evangeline also shoved a blanket and thick coat in until her bag looked like an over sized lumpy marshmallow. She picked it up and ran to her door. It would have to do.

She ran down the hallway, excitement pumping through her. She passed paintings of her family, grandparents and people she'd never met before. They paid not attention to her. It had been a common sight to see the youngest Fallon running down the halls. Had. She skipped down the huge staircase that led to the front door and froze. Her fathers study was open.

Nicodemus Fallon's study was right next to the front door, and the French doors where wide open, Jason standing just in the doorway. Her fathers voice floated to her ears as she tried to regulate her breathing. She felt like she was suffocating. Her scars making it hard to breath. Fenrir had done a lot of damage. She even like raw meat! Raw! She hated raw meat.

"Jason, this is not the time to discuss this," came her fathers voice. Jason made an annoyed noise. They'd never really gotten along.

"I think it is," he said defiantly. "My home in L.A. would be perfect for Eva. She needs fresh air and the sun, here she stays up in her room and never comes out."

"You think that, because Evangeline is growing up, Jason. She is no longer a little girl. You and that wife of yours can forget about ever having her over. I will not allow my daughter in the presence of that muggle." He fathers words were harsh, and it only made Jason madder.

"Nicole has nothing to do with this!" he cried. Slowly Evangeline crept to the doors, tall and imposing. Feeling gratitude for her brother. "You can't keep Eva, locked here forever. She'll grow to hate you."

"Silence! You ungrateful fool," snapped Nicodemus. Evangeline opened the door slightly. Breathing a sigh of relief when no alarm went off. Bless him, Jason was amazing. "I will not have you tell me what I can and cannot do-" the rest of what he said was cut off by Evangeline shutting the heavy door and stepping away. The wall of rain hitting her.

She immediately wished she had an umbrella or coat. Shivering she ran down the steps, her duffel hitting her hips with each step. She took of running down the gravel lane. Her lungs burned, her airway in her throat, not nearly as big as it used to be. But she didn't stop. Hair flying wildly behind her in a braid, rain pelting against her skin. She could she the gates.

They were tall and black. The wrought metal depicting the image of a snake curling around a lion, a heart at their center. Evangeline had always thought as a child that this represented her mother and father. In a way it did. . . But when she went to open it she found the gates locked. Cursing she drew her wand.

"Alohamora!" she said. The gate rattled but did not open. She didn't dare try Bombarda. Her father would die if he saw the gate in pieces. She she did the next best thing. She climbed it. It was rather hard considering the rain, her hands kept slipping on the slick metal, a few times she thought she might fall. But she made it over safely. Dropping to the gravel road with a small, thump.

Evangeline gazed sadly back at the manor. The tall marble walls, the motifs of snakes, dragons, and lions decorating the stones. The wide windows, and lovely garden. She wished her brother the best of luck and turned on the spot with a loud, POP!

Evangeline appeared outside the Burrow with a feeling of nostalgia. She gazed warmly at the towering house that looked like it could fall over at any moment. She also realized that it was night. Evangeline stumbled dizzily, pain coming from her arm. Looking down she found a chunk of skin missing, blood getting everywhere. Lovely, she'd splinched herself. It had been awhile and she was shivering with cold. Soaked to the bone from all that rain.

Slowly she made her way up to the house. Her feet crunching against the gravel. She thumped up the steps to the lit up house, and took a deep breath at the door. Hesitantly she raised her hand and knocked.

There was a commotion, and loud voices inside. She smiled faintly, remembering the loud yet caring family. The door was flung open by a disgruntled looking Ron. The moment he saw her though, he slammed the door in her face.

Review! And if you haven't read part one, I highly recommend it!

~CHAO