This is a NON-Cannon story. It was written after book 5 and doesn't follow book 6-7 at all. The battle against Voldemort has ye to happen. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
Harry woke up late. He vaguely remembered Ron telling him that he was going down to breakfast and that he should get up. Harry had given a small moan and fallen back asleep. I have got to get to class! Snape will have my head if I'm late. I hope I finished my essay. I shouldn't have stayed up so late celebrating our win against Slytherin. His stomach did a nasty growl but food would have to wait. There was no time for breakfast. He raced to dress and grab his stuff.
Harry was the best seeker in the school. He had become Quidditch captain two years ago. This year his team was doing amazingly and last night's win at warranted a victory party This was Harry's 7th and final year at Hogwarts. As Harry rounded a corner at a near run he was startled when his movement was halted as his body collided with something. His bag went flying, spilling its contents.
"Oh bast!" Harry said in frustration. "Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." Harry said quickly as he began to frantically pick up his things and stuff them in his bag haphazardly.
"You must be running late too."
It was a voice Harry had never heard before. He looked up to find that it was a girl from Hufflepuff. She had curly, dark brown hair that laid just below her shoulders. She had blue eyes that were shocking in there brilliance. She was somewhat short and thin. She was pretty in a simple sort of way. The girl started helping Harry pick up his things. Having heard her soft voice Harry thought, That's odd. Most people get really upset when you nearly run them over.
'Oh no! What am I doing? It's him! I can't believe this. I have been so careful to avoid him. If my parents knew…but it's alright. I'll just help him and be on my way.' The girl thought to herself. Her heart was beating a little too fast and her hands felt a bit shaky at this unexpected meeting. Before she knew what she was doing she found herself introducing herself to him.
"I'm Evelyn Simmons, but most people call me Lyn, Evelyn is so proper," she said in a hurry. She stuck out her hand. Lyn was feeling reckless. After all, it couldn't' hurt to just talk to him.
Harry was surprised. Couldn't she see he was in a hurry? There was no time to talk. He didn't want to be rude so he extended his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Har-"
"Harry Potter. Yeah, I know," she interrupted. "Everyone knows. That must get annoying."
"Um, yeah sometimes," Harry said with a shrug.
"Well, sorry I ran into you. Hope you get to class on time. Maybe I'll see you around sometime. Bye."
With that Evelyn picked up her own bag, gave Harry a small shy smile and hurried up the corridor. Harry was left a bit confused. I thought I was the one that ran into her! He was puzzled by the girls outgoing and kind nature. As Harry hurried to class, somewhere, in the back of his mind he wished he would see Evelyn Simmons around.