This is so cool! I don't own Harry Potter. And that will be my only disclaimer.

The night was young as Mr. Graves appeared out of what seemed to be thin air. He glanced around all around him, as though something was coming to get the man and the child bundled in his arms. His strange midnight blue robes fluttered around him as he stared off into the distance, hearing witches and warlocks celebrate You-Know-Who's downfall last night. Mr. Graves couldn't celebrate- not when his wife died that following morning by Bellatrix Lestrange's wand.

Mr. Grave clutched his daughter closer to his chest. Evangeline shook her head as if in doubt, and nestled her chin into the place where Mr. Grave's neck and shoulder met. She was beautiful, an exact copy of her mother, right down to the sea green flecks in her dark blue eyes. Evangeline was currently asleep, her perfect lips making an O. Mr. Graves tucked a piece of his daughter's lightish-sandy colored hair behind her hair. Evangeline started to sleep talk, a habit when she was worried. Mrs. Graves never came home to cook her dinner.

Mr. Graves started down the slope to the Burrow, the only safe place he could think of while he awaited the answer to Hogwarts- Flitwick and Sprout told Mrs. Graves long ago that they would take in Evangeline, now he needs to know if this was the right time. He had to leave fast, to go hunt the rest of those Death Eaters that were still loose.

Molly Weasley opened the front door, shocked beyond belief. It wasn't normal for the Graves to come without notice: especially when Evangeline is with them. Molly stared at the bundle, before her eyes darted back to Frank Graves. "Frank," She gasped, her hand clutching the base of her throat. "What happened?"

"Molly, May died. I can't explain everything. I have to go, the Ministry is awaiting my arrival. Hogwarts will be informing you tomorrow morning, probably, of what the plan will be for Evangeline. I am so sorry, but I really have to go…" Frank gave Evangeline, who was about two or three, to Mrs. Weasley quickly. He pecked his daughter's forehead before vanishing again.

Mrs. Weasley sighed, bewildered and sad, carrying her friend's daughter into the house. Fred and George looked up from the game they were playing (Wizard Chess, though nobody though they had the patience for it) and cheered with delight. Evangeline was the best friend and accomplice of Fred and George. "Kids, you two will share a bed. Evangeline will have the other one." Molly walked up the stairs and with a flick of her wand, a door opened. She walked in and set the child on one of the beds, sighing before tears ran down her cheeks.

"Mommy!" Fred cried out, making Molly run down there with her wand ready. Nothing about Frank's appearance made her more careful. A Patronus in the shape of a phoenix was staring at Molly.

"Molly," Dumbledore bursted, and Molly heard the delighted smile in his voice. "Evangeline will be coming to Hogwarts tomorrow morning, to be born and raised. Sprout and Flitwick are coming in the morning to take her, and everything is already arranged for her Gringotts vaults and Hogwarts attendance. Thank you for watching out for Evangeline tonight."

The Patronus vanished, and Fred looked wide-eyed at it. "Go to bed," Molly whispered, with a flick of her wand. Her own Patronus so message she agreed, and sat down as the twins ran up. With a sigh, she cradled her head in her hands and stared at the clock on top of a clothing basket. Everybody was fine…just fine.

A very short intro. ;P