All sources come from J.K Rowling. She owns the story, but I own Evangeline! Feel free to comment and tell me if anything needs to be fixed, or what you think so far. . . . .
Prologue
She was being dragged by her hair up the winding staircase to the Astronomy Tower. Each step banging painfully into her limp legs as she fought to stay immobile in the grasp of Fenrir Greyback. The werewolf currently dragging her up the stairs to the sound of voices. Voices she did not want to know, see, or hear.
They burst through the door and onto the ramparts, buffeting Draco to the side from where he stood with his wand pointed at Dumbledore. She gasped as she was yanked along, while the four Death Eaters filled the space. A lumpy-looking man with an odd lopsided leer gave a wheezy laugh.
"Dumbledore cornered!" he said, and turned to a stocky woman who looked as though she could be his sister. "Dumbledore wandless! Dumbledore alone! Well done, Draco, well done!"
"Good evening, Amycus," said Dumbledore calmly, as though welcoming a friend. "And you've brought Alecto too. . . . Charming . . ."
The woman, Alecto, gave an angry titter. "Think your little jokes'll help you on your deathbed then?" she jeered.
"Do it," said the man holding her. He pulled her hair tighter into his yellow nailed, dirty hands, causing her to yelp and slump against his foul smelling leg. He smell of blood, dirt, sweat, and overall filth. His voice rasping like a bark of an animal. He was an animal.
"Is that you Fenrir?" asked Dumbledore. Draco's eyes slid to meet hers and she glared at him. His gray eyes seemed to plead with her to understand, he looked. . . . almost fearful.
"That's right," rasped Greyback. "Pleased to see me, Dumbledore?"
"No, I cannot say that I am."
She did not see Greyback grin, showing his pointed teeth, nor the blood running down his chin. But she was yanked to her feet, just as Greyback placed one of his filthy hands around her neck and squeezed slightly.
"But you know how much I like kids, Dumbledore." he said, breathing into her ear mostly. She suppressed a disgusted shiver and began to struggle. Only to hand his hand close around her neck more firmly; she began to cough as her airway was constricted. Dumbledore sagged against the railing of the Astronomy tower and looked at her with an unreadable expression.
"Am I to take it that you are attacking even without the full moon now? This is most unusual. . . . You have developed a taste for human flesh that cannot be satisfied once a month?"
"That's right," said Fenrir Greyback. "Shocks you that, does it, Dumbledore? Frightens you?" He pulled her closer to him. Exposing her pale neck as he ran his nose along it, breathing in her scent.
"Well, I cannot pretend it does not disgust me a little," said Dumbledore. "And, yes, I am a little shocked that Draco here invited you, of all people, into a school where his friends live. . . ."
"I didn't," breathed Draco. He glanced over at her. Anguish in his eyes, as he looked upon the state she was in. "I didn't know he was going to come- let her go, please." Greyback sneered at Draco and yanked her hair, causing her to cry out. "Please!"
"I wouldn't miss a trip to Hogwarts, Dumbledore," rasped Greyback. "Not when there are throats to be ripped out. . . Delicious, delicious. . . watch Draco." She felt Greyback place a yellow fingernail at the base of her throat and dig into her flesh. The sharp sting, was followed by the warm feeling of blood trickling down her skin. "Stop," Draco begged weakly. Greyback laughed. "I could do you for afters, Dumbledore."
"No," said the fourth Death Eater sharply. "We've got orders. Draco's got to do it. Now, Draco, quickly." Draco looked terrified, his resolution failing. Dumbledore was pale and slid further down the rampart wall, looking ill.
"I trusted you!" she yelled. Glaring through tears as Draco looked at her. "I thought you were better than this!"
"Silence!" screeched a Death Eater.
"He's not long for this world anyway, if you ask me!" said the lopsided man, to the accompaniment of his sister's wheezing giggles. "Look at him- what's happened to you, then, Dumby?"
"Oh, weaker resistance, slower reflexes, Amycus," said Dumbledore. "Old age, in short. . . One day, perhaps, it will happen to you. . . . if you are lucky. . . ."
"What's that mean, then, what's that mean?" yelled the Death Eater suddenly violent. "Always the same, weren't yeh, Dumby, talking and doing nothing, nothing. I don't even know why the Dark Lord's bothering to kill yer! Come on Draco, do it!"
"NO!" she screamed, only to have the Death Eater strike her across the face.
"Now, Draco, quickly!" said the brutal faced man angrily. But Draco's hand was shaking so badly he could barely aim. Suddenly she knew. . . he couldn't do it.
"I'll do it," snarled Greyback, shoving her to the ground and advancing on Dumbledore with his hands outstretched, his teeth bared.
"I said no!" shouted the brutal faced man; there was a flash of light and the werewolf was blasted out of the way. She quickly scrambled away into the shadows. Only to have Greyback lunge for her again, balling up her hair once more in his fist.
"Draco, do it or stand aside so one of us-" screeched the woman, but at that moment the doors were flung open and Snape swept in clutching his wand, his eyes sweeping over the scene. Dumbledore slumped against the wall, four Death Eaters, including an enraged werewolf, Draco, and herself.
"We've got a problem, Snape," said Amycus, her eyes and wand fixed on Dumbledore, "the boy doesn't seem able-"
But somebody else spoke Snape's name quite softely.
"Serverus. . . . . ."
She gasped, there was Dumbledore, pleading. Somehow she knew, this was the end. Snape said nothing as he stepped forward, pushing Draco roughly away, and the Death Eaters fell back without out a word. She watched as Snape gazed upon Dumbledore, his back facing her, could he?
"Serverus. . . . please. . . ."
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The jet of green light shot from the end of his wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. She screamed in horror as Dumbledore was blasted into the air, and then fell slowly backwards, over the battlements, and down that tower. . . . . . . . .
Dumbledore was dead. . . .
Dead. . . .
She was captured. . . . .
She was going to die. . . . .
Chapter 1
Evangeline Fallon found herself in the embrace of a very happy woman. Unsure what to do she awkwardly hugged back until the woman pulled away. The short, plump witch with firey red hair smiled at her. Evangeline smiled timidly back and looked around her new temporary home. She remembered the ministry calling it, "the Burrow".
"It is good to see you, dear." said the woman beaming at her. "I am Molly Weasely." Evangeline smiled, and now noticed more people standing in the room. All with the same red hair as Mrs. Weasely; except for a bushy haired brunette and a pale blond woman. smiled at her.
"And what do they call you, dear?"
"Evangeline, Evangeline Fallon." she said. Evangeline was not sure how the family would take her being there. After all, she was a foreigner and now living in their home. Would they think her pompous for intruding upon their home? Mrs. Weasley beamed.
"Who iz zhis?" A thick French accented woman asked. Her blond hair clashing with the red hair in the crowded room. From the looks of the other members she was not, very well thought of. Save for the man she clung to.
"Evangeline Fallon. I, uh. . .am a guest?" Evangeline replied before anyone else could. "But call me Ev. Everyone usually does. You are?"
"Fleur." Evangeline pursed her lips into a thin line an nodded. Then she smiled warmly at them all. "I hope I'm not imposing or anything. But my father wished me to attend Hogwarts before I come of age, and I can't put it off for very much longer." she explained. Mrs. Weasley patted her on the back.
"No worries dear. You'll room with Ginny and Hermione for the time being." Evangeline nodded and let the bushy haired brunette lead her upstairs followed by the red haired daughter of Mrs. Weasley.
"So what are the states like?" Ginny asked once up in the safety of their room. Smiling and knowing she was going to fit in fine Evangeline sat down on the edge of the bed and began to explain the 'wonders of America'.
It was early when Evangeline woke the next morning. She groaned, rolling over and wrapping her blanket more firmly around her body. Not yet ready to face the day. But eventually Hermione shook her shoulder vigorously and Evangeline grumbled curses under her breath as she sat up.
"What?"
"Common. You need to eat and I need to say hello to Harry." She said quickly. Still grumbling about the "earliness of mornings", and "the need to kill the sun", Evangeline followed Hermione down one landing and to a closed door where a tall red haired boy waited.
" 'morning Ev." he said cheerily. Evangeline raised a sleepy hand in greeting and then followed them into the room. Ron pulling the curtains open and revealing a very sleepy boy sitting up in surprise on the bed.
"Wuzzgoinon?" he asked groping for a pair of glasses.
"We didn't know you were here already!" Ron said in a loud excited voice. Smacking the boy on the top of the head.
"Ron, don't hit him!" Hermione said reproachfully. The boy finally found his glasses and put them on. Rapidly blinking up at Ron.
"All right?"
"Never been better." he replied rubbing the top of his head and slumping back into his pillows. "You?" Ron pulled over a cardboard box and sat on it.
"Not bad. When did you get here? Mum's only just told us!"
"About one o'clock this morning." The boy replied. Evangeline found herself standing awkwardly near the door. In her pajamas and with a head of bed head. While they talked she tried edging slowly out of the room. Making it her best interest to not pay attention to what they were saying, because they had obviously forgotten that she was there.
"I know someone who's worse than Umbridge," said a voice from right next to her. Ginny slouched into the room looking irritable. "Hey, Ev." She said passing her. Evangeline nodded and said nothing as Ginny continued into the room. "Hi, Harry." So that was the boys name.
"What's up with you?" Ron asked.
"It's her," said Ginny, sitting down on Harry's bed. "She's been driving me mad."
"What's she done now?" Hermione asked sympathetically. Evangeline grimaced, knowing very well who it was. While getting to know them better, she had found the a certain someone was the bane in this household. Someone not very well thought of. And Evangeline could sympathise.
"It's the way she talks to me-you'd think I was about three!"
"I know," said Hermione, dropping her voice. "She's so full of herself." By the looks of it Harry was astonished that those words were coming from her mouth. But Evangeline whole heartedly agreed. The woman had wished them goodnight last night, and Evangeline had felt the urge to strangle the woman.
"Can't you two lay off her for five seconds?" Ron said angrily.
"Oh, that's right, defend her," snapped Ginny. "We all know you can't get enough of her." Now Harry look extremely puzzled. And Evangeline fought the urge to laugh at his bewildered expression.
"Who are you-?" But the question died on his lips as the door was flung open and she stepped in the room. Ron instantly getting a dreamy look on his face.
" 'Arry," she said in a throaty voice. "Eet has been too long!" As she entered the room Mrs. Weasley followed, looking rather cross. "There was no need to bring up the tray, I was just about to do it myself!"
"Eet was no trouble," said Fleur Delacour. Placing the tray across Harry's knees and then kissing him on both cheeks. Ginny, Evangeline noticed, was bristling with anger. "I 'ave been longing to see 'im. You remember my seester, Gabrielle? She never stops talking about 'Arry Potter. She will be delighted to see you again."
"Oh. . . is she here too?" Harry croaked. Evangeline feeling very awkward in such a family conversation slipped out the door and back up to her shared room. Even if Hermione had invited her to be in there is was not somewhere she had been let into conversation. And of course she had heard of Harry Potter. The boy-who-lived. But she actually saw him. And that unnerved her. It made everything that was happening in America more real.
Taking a shaky breath Evangeline pulled on a pair of jeans and an old soccer shirt before brushing her hair and heading downstairs. She snuck past the room again. Only glancing in to see Hermione, Ron and Harry talking quietly to each other. Then in a fit of child-like enthusiasm she ran down the last flight of stairs and skipped the last five steps. Landing with a 'thump' in the kitchen. Causing Mrs. Weasley to start.
"Oh! Its you! Come have something to eat dear." She said kindly, pulling out a chair from the table. Also sitting at the table was Fleur. And a rather sour looking Ginny.
"How did you sleep dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, setting a plate in front of her. The eggs and toast steaming slightly. Evangeline tilted her head to the side and studied her food before finally answering.
"It was rather good. Hermione and Ginny are very good listeners." She replied quietly. At this Ginny jumped to attention and beamed at her mother.
"In America they have these things called . . . celly phones!" Ginny told Mrs. Weasley with a look of awe on her face. Evangeline choked on her toast and hastily gulped down a glass of orange juice before turning with an amused look on her face.
"They are cell phones. Small portable devices used for communication." Evangeline clarified. Mrs. Weasley looked at Evangeline with more interest now. As if appraising a stock of goods for sale. Wondering if they are of the best value and deal. Evangeline shifted uncomfortably in her chair and took a bite of eggs before Mrs. Weasley replied.
"My husband, Authur, loves muggle gizmos. You should tell him more about your homeland." She said smiling. Relieved, Evangeline finished her breakfast and sat watching as Ginny helped her mother around the kitchen.
Hermione ran into the kitchen some time later, looking flustered. Her face sporting a large blackened bruise around her eye. Evangeline's mouth opened in surprise and Mrs. Weasley rushed to her side.
"What happened?" She asked quickly taking her wand out of her apron, and waving it over Hermione's flushed face.
"Fred and George's jokes." She replied as Mrs. Weasley set her down in a chair and flicked her wand. A copy of The Healer's Helpmate soared over to Mrs. Weasley and she opened it to "Bruises, Cutes, and Abrasions." Furiously looking over the pages and waving her wand around Hermione's bruised eye. "Mrs. Weasley, have there been any owls yet?" she asked hopefully. Mrs. Weasley waved her wand over her face before replying.
"No, dear. Not this morning." Ron strolled down the stairs not long after. And then a few minutes later a more awake looking Harry Potter. Who carried his breakfast tray. His eyes settled on Evangeline briefly before looking back to Mrs. Weasley who was now frustrated.
"This has always worked before, I just can't understand it."
"It'll be Fred and George's idea of a funny joke, making sure it can't come off," said Ginny.
"But it's got to come off!" squeaked Hermione. "I can't go around looking like this forever!"
"You won't, dear, we'll find an antidote, don't worry," soothed Mrs. Weasley. Evangeline couldn't helped but let out a small laugh. Who ever this Fred and George were she wanted to meet them. They sounded brilliant. All eyes landed on her and Hermione looked close to tears. Evangeline ducked her head and stared out the window.
"Bill told me 'ow Fred and George are very amusing!" said Fleur smiling serenely breaking the silence. And Evangeline was grateful for it.
"Yes, I can hardly breath for laughing," snapped Hermione. At this she jumped up and began pacing around the kitchen, twisting her fingers together. "Mrs. Weasley, you're quite sure no owls have arrived this morning?"
"Yes, dear, I'd have noticed. But it's barely nine, there's still plenty of time. . . ." Mrs. Weasley replied patiently. This did not however ease Hermione's worrying, and Evangeline found it quite amusing watching as the witch fretted over her 'grades'. It brought a smile to her lips.
". . . . . the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical was no good at all. I thought Transfiguration went all right at the time, but looking back-"
"Hermione, will you shut up, you're not the only one who's nervous!" barked Ron. Who was more paler than fifteen minutes ago. "And when you've got your eleven 'Outstanding' O.W.L.s . . ."
"Don't, don't, don't!" said Hermione, flapping her hands hysterically. "I know I've failed everything!" Evangeline watched as they continued to fret over their grades with growing amusement.
"I wonder if I'll get mine?" mused Evangeline to herself, but unfortunately drawing attention to herself.
"What?" asked Hermione. Her eyes wide and still flicking to the window. Evangeline now found herself the center of attention and felt her cheeks color.
"Well, you see, at Night View Academy, we have tests at the end of our fifth and sixth year. I should also be getting my results for those as well," she explained. And then stared hard at her white hands thoughtfully. "I swear I aced my muggle studies and potions. I am positive of it. And also transfiguration."
Hermione now stared at her like she'd grown another head. Looking positively frightened and still wringing her hands fretfully. "How can you be so confident?" she asked near tears again. Ginny rolled her eyes with a smile on her face and Evangeline mirrored it.
"At Beauxbatons," said Fleur complacently, "we 'ad a different way of doing things. I think eet was better. We sat our examinations after six years of study, not five, and then-"
But what Fleur had to say was drowned out by the sound of Hermione screaming and pointing through the kitchen window. Four black specks were visable and growing all the time.
"They're definitely owls, " Ron said hoarsely joining Hermione at the window, but squinting as they came closer. "One's not an owl!" he exclaimed surprised.
"Maximus!" breathed Evangeline, jumping up to join them.
"One for each of us," said Hermione in a terrified whisper. "Oh no. . . . oh no. . . .oh no. . . ." She gripped Harry and Ron tightly around the elbows as three handsome tawnies and a large dark hawk, each carrying a large square envelope came down the path to the house.
"Oh no!" squealed Hermione. At the last moment Mrs. Weasley squeezed past the four and opened the kitchen window. All four birds soared in and landed in a neat line on the table, save for the hawk that flew straight for Evangeline. Quickly she raised her right arm and the hawk perched on it comfortably. Then lifted its left leg and screached. Causing her to laugh and earn surprised looks from all the people in the room. But then Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved towards their owls and opened their letters. Evangeline did the same. When the envelope was in her hands, Maximus, flapped up to her shoulder and sat contently.
Nobody in the kitchen spoke as the four witches and wizards opened their enveloped with trepidation. Quickly as her nerves aloud she slit it open and unfolded the letter:
ORDINARY MAGICAL RESULTS
Pass Grades Fail Grades
Astounding (A) Poor (P)
Exceeds Expectations (E) Needs Extreme Work (N)
Good (G) FAIL (F)
Evangeline Marianne Fallon has achieved:
Astronomy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
Care of Magical Creatures. . . . . . . . . . . . . . E
Charms. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
Defense Against the Dark Arts. . . . . . . . . . . A
Divination. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
Herbology. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
History of Magic. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G
Potions. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
Transfiguration. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
Muggle Studies. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A
Miss Fallon shows greatness in her accomplishments.
I recommend seeking more education on becoming an Auror or Healer.- Professor McMillion
This was amazing! She had passed everything, and the only bad grade on there was History of Magic, which she never really enjoyed. Happiness and excitement bubbled in her chest and she fist punched the air.
"YES!" And promptly began to dance around in a circle with her letter in the air. Startling Harry who stood right next to her. Before she could say "Quidditch", Mrs. Weasely snatched her letter from her hand and read over it. Her eyebrows rising as she read the results.
"These are very different from ours, but it looks like you passed everything. Well done, dear." Mrs. Weasley said warmly to Evangeline. Evangeline blushed and took back her grades. She would have to mail them to her father and tell him the good news. And then everyone passed around their results. Hermione of course passed hers with flying colors, Ron's held no 'O's and Harry did very well as well. When they read hers Ron looked up with a surprised look on his face.
"So you're just as good as Hermione!" said Ron, earning a smack from, said witch. "What are you goin' to be now? Now that you're not a O.M?" Evangeline flashed him a smile and looked at Hermione to make sure she said the right thing.
"Well, a N.E.W.T student now." said Evangeline in amusement. Ron grinned as Hermione still read her results and compared them to her own. While doing this Ron received another a plate of sausages and everyone mused over their results silently. Evangeline brushed Maximus's feathers affectionately and rose.
"May I go write to my father, Mrs. Weasley? Tell him the news?" asked Evangeline. Mrs. Weasley looked at Evangeline with a look of pity and nodded.
"Go right on ahead dear." said Mrs. Weasely and as Evangeline climbed the stairs she called out again. "Make sure to tell him you made Gryffindor!" Smiling and shaking her head Evangeline climbed up to her shared room and began writing to her father.
And so the story begins! What lies in store for our dear little Evangeline?
Duh duh dun! Feel free to comment and tell me if it needs any work. . . .