New story. The first chapter's short, I know. I'll be juggling the three. I really got into making this one. Enjoy!

xo

It was near the end of August. A peaceful end to a peaceful day in the late summer of 1971. On this day, two young children from the town of Godric's Hollow, no older than eleven zoomed around on their broomsticks, matching Nimbus 500's. All summer they'd played Quidditch from the crack of dawn to the completion of dusk in the communal Quidditch pitch which their fathers had spent many a laborious day building for them. The two children in question were next door neighbors and had been ever since they were born. The oldest, a boy with messy jet-black hair and hazel eyes, had been born to elderly parents on March 27, 1960. Because his parents had not expected to be blessed with a child after years of trying, they'd been utterly smitten with their son to the point of total indulgence. This was apparent in the child's demeanor. He had the glow, as many others do, of one who has been truly loved and adored.

The younger of the two, a girl with dirty blonde hair and dark chocolate eyes, was born just a few hours later on the 28th of March. Like the boy, she was an only child, and also quite indulged by her parents, though more disciplined as she was born to a younger couple who were more aware of the dangers that had befallen the world they lived in. She was every bit as, if not more, headstrong than the boy, and would often butt heads with her mother- who aside from her teachers in primary school, was the only person to address her by her given name.

The two children had been next door neighbors and best friends since birth. As their mothers' had put it, "Inseparable since James taught Evie to pick the lock on her play pen."

It was now the summer that both Evandra Lilith Bloxum and James Charlus Potter were eleven. That could only mean one thing in their world.

"What do you think Hogwarts will be like, Jamesie?" asked Evie as they hovered on their broom sticks and observed the sunset on their little hamlet.

"I think it'll be great, Evie. We'll have loads of friends, and we'll be on the Quidditch team together by our third year. And you can't forget all the hell we'll be raising." Smirked James to his best friend.

"You really think it'll be that easy?" she asked him skeptically. She knew it would not be as smooth as he'd made it out to be all these years. They'd both gone to the primary school down the road, and as a result knew that there was more to school than just games and friends.

"Well of course. I mean, Hogwarts won't know what's hit it once we've been sorted into Gryffindor. And we'll be living there, Evie!" he encouraged, already sensing what she was going to say next.

"Won't you miss home though? I know I'll at least miss the pitch." She said looking around at what had been their stadium from the time they rode toy broomsticks to race each other.

"Well, yeah. Of course I'll miss it. But I look at this as an adventure of sorts. And even though Molly's graduated, Gideon, Fabian, and Matilda will be there. And so will your cousin Felissity. See, we've got friends before we've even walked through the door." He said reassuringly.

They hovered for a moment before she muttered, "I guess."

He looked skeptically at his best friend. He knew Evie backwards and forwards, and if anything this was not characteristic of her at all. She was the most sarcastic and friendly person he knew. Evie could make friends with anyone she wanted, and he'd have expected her to be bouncing up and down at the prospect of being top of their year at this school just like she'd been at their old one.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he turned to look at her. She refused to meet his gaze. Embarrassed that he might poke fun at her, as was sometimes characteristic of their friendship.

"You're not going to ditch me to just hang out with a bunch of boys, will you?" she asked, feeling rather stupid for voicing her worries. He scooted his broom over to be side by side with her, putting his arm around her in a brotherly way.

"Why would you even think that? You're mental if you think that'd happen. You're my best friend, Evie. I'm sticking with you no matter what. I'd eat dung before I'd ditch you." Laughed James.

"You mean I'd feed you dung if you ever tried to ditch me." Laughed Evie with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The next day was the first day of the rest of their lives. It was the day that Evie that would always recall James referring to as the beginning of, "An adventure of sorts."