Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.. Yeah... ... .. ... .. .. .. .. .. I think that's it.. okay well on to the story now..

September 1st 1991

Evangeline's Pov

"Bye darling. I love you. Don't, and I will repeat, DON'T get into anymore trouble Evangeline Ismene Black, or you will be getting a howler!" Mum stated.

"I can't make any promises Mum, but I will try not to get a detention by the first week." I replied coolly. She rolled her eyes at me and gave me my ticket.

"Seriously though, I love you and miss you and-" I cut her off though by asking, "Is it true that Harry will be coming to Hogwarts Mum?" I honestly couldn't refrain from asking.

"Well let's see, he was born on July 31, 1980, so yes.."

"And is there a reason why I haven't met him yet, or why he doesn't even live with us, I mean, he is my cousin. Only cousin, might I add." Mum hesitated and she seemed to be struggling for the right words.

"Well, um, I can't really explain, love,"

"Why?"

"Because I can't." This time, Her tone was firm, so I didn't press on. "And for the time being, don't tell him your cousins please Evangeline. He just found out that he was a wizard, and that news is still sinking in."

"Fine," I grumbled. She smoothed out my wavy brown hair, which had bits of blonde and black in it, and kissed my head. All of a sudden, we heard the train whistle.

"Bye Evangeline. I love you. Stay on your best behavior. Bye, love!" I ran to the scarlet engine ad ran to find a seat. Since I got on at the last minute, the train lurched forward when I was walking in the hallway. I stumbled into an empty compartment. As I looked out the window, I started to think about everything.

Okay, so here are the facts, my name is Evangeline Ismene Black. My parents are Ismene Potter and Sirius Black. Ismene is the younger twin of James Potter, who is my uncle who died in 1981. Sirius is the older brother of Regulus Black, who is also my uncle. My aunt is Lily Evans Potter. Lily and James ad Harry Potter, who is two years my junior.. My birthday is September 2, 1978.. I am a Gryffindor and a chaser.

Bloody hell this is a mess. The compartment door opened and a bossy bushy haired young girl walked in and sat down. Second year maybe.. or no first year definitely.

"Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one."

"Hm? Oh no sorry. What's your name little first year?"

Although she might have been annoyed at how I addressed her, she answered, "Hermione Granger."

"Cute." Her face scrunched in even more annoyance.

"Well-?" She looked impatient at me like she was expecting something.

"Well what?"

She scoffed, "What's yours?"

"My name? Evangeline Black. Gryffindor third year." Her face relaxed.

"Oh, well what was your favourite thing you learned from first year?"

"Um... I liked potions, the whole course. Although I'm pretty snazzy at Transfiguration."

"Well," she started in her bossy tone, "I'm most excited for Charms."

"What house do you hope to be in?"

"Well, I was reading into the different houses, and I'm hoping for either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. While this is and interesting conversation, I must be going. You ought to change into your robes, we'll be at Hogwarts soon." and with that, she left.

I noticed two things. 1.) She said 'well' a lot and 2.) She had brown hair and brown eyes and buck teeth.

"Harry Potter," Professor McGonagall yelled. At once the whole hall broke into murmurs and muttering. I craned my head to take a look at him. He was short, skinny and had a mop of messy black hair. Damn. He's a carbon copy of Uncle James.

He sat on the stool and she put the Sorting Hat on his head. After what seemed like ages, the sorting hat yelled, "Gryffindor!"

The whole Gryffindor table started to cheer and yell. Harry sat on the left of me, with Fred on my right and Hermione in front of me, engrossed in a conversation with Percy.

After about 15 minutes, Harry elbowed me and asked, "Excuse me, but who's that talking to Professor Quirrell?"

"The dude with black robes? The one staring at you?" He giggled and nodded. "Professor Snape. He teaches Potions."

"Oh. Okay."

December 21, 1991

Dear Mum,

Harry is staying at Hogwarts for Christmas! Can we take him home? Can we keep him please?

Love, Evangeline

Dear Evangeline,

No. He's not a lost puppy! He still doesn't know your his cousin yet right?

Love, Mum

Dear Mum,

PLEASE! Your his Aunt, you have to take him in! PLEASE! And don't worry no, he doesn't, but I think he will figure it out soon enough. Hermione, the girl I was talking about in prior letters, she showed him the trophy room with Uncle James' plaque to soothe his nerves about Quidditch, and he saw your plaque. He's a nosy little bloke so he might figure it out soon enough.

Love Evangeline

January 15, 1992

"Hey Harry, whatcha doin'?" I said as Katie, Angelina and I walked down the stairs. The golden trio were sitting by the fire, about thirty books open by them. He didn't answer but Hermione yelled,

"Oh my gods I've got it! Harry, Ron, Nicholas Flamel worked with Dumbledore on making the Sorcerers Stone!" The whole common room looked at her like she was a dog with three heads. (A/N haha)

"What the bloody hell are you goin' on about?" Dean Thomas questioned.

The three blushed and didn't reply. They just got up and walked back to their common rooms.

A few weeks later, school dragged on and on and on. Snape was still being a git giving detentions and taking points from Gryffindor, and the trio was still being suspicious. At the end of the year, Harry was in the hospital. He apparently stopped Voldemort from coming back. I decided to tell home even if Mum said not to.

"Hey Harry?" I walked in and sat on the end of his bed. We had become friends over the year.

"Yeah Evangeline?"

"Well, first off, I would like to tell you that was incredibly stupid, what you did-"

"I know." He rolled his emerald eyes.

"But it was brave. Also I have a confession. I haven't told you something that is really important. My Dad is Sirius Black. But my Mum is Ismene Dorea Potter." Harry had a confused face and mouthed Potter. "Yeah. She's your dad, James, his younger twin sister."

"So, if your Mum, Ismene, is my Aunt, And my Dad is your uncle, Then we're..." But he faded down after I nodded.

"So, Evangeline, we are cousins, and related,"

"Yes."

"And do you love me?"

"Yeah, your my cousin!" He jumped and hugged me tightly.

"I've never had someone love me before." Harry quietly replied.