Author's note: I'll try to keep this short, because I usually hate author's notes. This is my first story, feel free to comment. I'll try to make the chapters longer, at least 1000 words each. This one was just to see if the story would interest people.
Chapter 1:
"We'll miss you so much!" one of my best friends, Hermione Granger, told me, tears threatening to fall any second.
"You better owl us every week!" Ron Weasley, another of my best friends and Hermione's boyfriend, practically screamed at me.
We were standing in the Weasley backyard, behind the small grey shed, hidden from any prying eyes inside the Weasley house. A pile of trunks and bags lay beside me. Standing to the side was a black haired boy with emerald green eyes, thick, round glasses and a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. My last best friend, Harry Potter. I knew Harry was the only one who understood why I was leaving.
"We'll come visit you," Harry said quietly. Suddenly, as if they had planned it, Harry, Ron and Hermione smothered me in a giant hug, a blur of black, brown and red.
"Ron?" I asked the red blur hugging me.
"Yes Evie?"
"Tell you mom when she finds out I left not to send a Howler when I'm at school, wouldn't want to frighten the muggles," I said. He nodded.
"I'll see you soon!" And with a loud pop, I disappeared.
Having just disapparated, I found myself in a forest. A wet one, at that. I knew that I found myself in one of the forests of Forks, Washington. I had gone from England to the United States.
I had been planning my escape from England for a while now. Ever since I helped Harry defeat Voldemort, wizards and witches everywhere went crazy when they saw either Harry or me. The day when two wizards were walking towards me and the older one forced the other to bow for me, I realized I needed a break from all of this. For the next few months, I arranged for everything I would need to be ready for this day.
Having no school, of course, facilitated the time I needed to make the arrangements. I hadn't technically graduated from Hogwarts, but all us seventh years spoke to Headmistress McGonagall and she agreed that if we took an exam and we all passed, we could go on and pursue our wanted careers. Hermione, Ron, Harry and I decided we wished to become aurors. The problem was that all the aurors were out chasing the Death Eaters that managed to escape. The bigger problem was that too many Death Eaters escaped. Among them, Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Avery, Crabbe and Goyle.
None of the aurors had time to train us, so they told us to come back in a year, though I could tell they desperately wanted us now, more specifically Harry and I.
It was then that I knew my plans would go perfectly; I would leave the country for a few months, maybe a year, go to muggle school and then come back to become an auror. I decided that a quiet town would be nice; though it's too bad it was so wet. I arranged for the school to accept me, while forging a parent signature, since mine had been killed when I was a baby and my uncle had died last year. I bought a house in the forest which I then modified with magic until it fit my needs wonderfully. I used the money I inherited from my godfather Sirius Black, which was a lot. Sirius had somehow managed for Harry, Tonks and I to receive all of the Black fortune, even though he had been disinherited. Each of us was now a millionaire, though I would prefer Sirius alive any day.
I walked out into the forest, ready to face some peacefulness in my new home, though I was sure that with my luck, it wouldn't last long.