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Arken

Chapter One: Evie and Ollie

"Mum, please. I think I can get through the barriers by me self," said a very agitated girl pushing a trolley at King's Cross train station in London.

"Evangeline Rose," said her mother, Jasmine.

"Angel, don't talk to your mother that way," said her father, Luke.

"Yes, sir. It's just I'm not goin' away for the first time. I am a third year now, Da. I don't think Mum should be this clingy towards me. Last year I went to school in France. I'm closer this year, Mum," Evangeline said.

"Let's get through the barrier, dear. It's almost eleven. She'll miss her train."

"Alright," said Jasmine.

"Angel, you first."

"Yes, sir."

Evangeline walked towards the wall between platforms 9 and 10. As she neared it she sped up. As soon as she made it through her parents were right behind her. They rushed her to the train and on to it.

"You make sure to write us as soon as you get settled, young lady," said Jasmine, giving Evangeline one last hug and kiss.

"I will, Mum. Ye already know what House I'm in. I'll be fine," said Evangeline, getting on the train and waving to her parents. "Bye, Mum. Bye, Da." She blew them a kiss as the train pulled out of the station.

She began looking for a compartment to sit in. She passed a lot of full ones and came upon one that only had four people in it. One of those four was an adult.

"Is there room for one more?" she asked, standing at the door.

"Yes, please come and sit," said a boy with black hair and glasses.

"Thanks. Everywhere else seems ta be full."

"That's usually a common problem," said another boy with bright red hair and freckles.

"I'm Evangeline, by the way. Evangeline MacTiernan. Most people call me Evie though," she said, hoisting her truck onto the overhead rack. After finishing, she held her hand out to both boys and the girl who all shook her hand gladly.

"I'm Harry and this is Ron," the black-haired boy said.

"I'm Hermione," said the girl.

"Nice ta meet ye."

"Are you a first year?"

"No, I transferred from Beauxbatons Academy."

"Interesting. I didn't know you could transfer. How will you know what house you're to be in? Surely they don't expect you to be sorted with the first-years."

"I've already been sorted. Me grandda an' Professor Dumbledore are old friends. They went ta school tagether."

"Really, what House are you in?" asked Ron.

"Gryffindor. What House are ye all in?"

"We're in Gryffindor as well," said Harry.

As it was, Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived. Everyone in France talked of him, but Evie never thought she would be going to school with him. Ron, however, was the second youngest in a household of seven children. Hermione was the smart one of the group. Evie thought she belonged in Ravenclaw to begin with.

"Well, if it isn't Potter, Weasley, and Granger. Trying to make new friends?" said a very rude boy with platinum blonde, slicked back hair.

"Shove it, Malfoy," said Harry.

"You might want to get away from these loser. Come and sit with me, you look like you belong in Slytherin."

"Sorry, but I am where I belong. An' don't worry, Draco, ye will too afore ye're done with school." Evie smiled at him and turned back to Harry. Malfoy stared at her for a minute before walking away, confused.

"How did you know his name?" Ron asked. "No one said his first name."

"Oh, yeah…well. Me Da is a school governor so I know the Malfoy's only have a son."­­

They arrived at Hogwarts and got to the feast. Everyone at the Gryffindor table was wondering who Evie was and Harry, Ron, and Hermione gladly introduced her to everyone.

Evie followed them to the Gryffindor dormitories.

"Just to warn you, Evie, the boys like to copy and need help with their schoolwork quite a bit," Hermione said up in the girl's dormitories as they readied themselves for bed.

"That's alright. After goin' ta school with all girls, helpin' the boys with their schoolwork will be nothin'," Evie said, pulling her robe on.

"Where are you from, Evie?" asked Lavender, sitting on her bed cross-legged.

"Me mum is from Ireland an' me da is from Scotland. We'd moved ever so often between the two. So I'm from both, ye could say."

"So have you every had a boyfriend?"

"Well, yeah. O' course I have. He actually goes here."

"How did you meet him then?" asked Parvati, sitting next to Lavender.

"He lives in the village I live in while in Scotland. We'd spend time tagether during the summer holiday an' if we both came home for Christmas an' Easter."

"How long were you together?"

"On an' off since he started school. He's a seventh year."

"Does he know you're here this year?"

"Not yet. I want ta surprise him. He'll love the fact that I'm here now."

"You know… I'm sure he's in the Common Room right now. Most seventh years are especially on the first night back to school."

"Really? Ye think?"

"Yeah, let's go down and visit with everyone," said Lavender, standing and walking to the door. "Come on girls."

"But we're in our pajamas!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yer's is the only one that looks like pajamas, Hermione." Evie took off her robe and grabbed one of her hoodies, then kicked of her slippers. She grabbed a pair of socks and her Converse™ and put them on while the other girls did the same.

"I'm sure Ron and Harry are still down there as well," said Parvati, looking at Hermione.

"All right. Give me a moment," said Hermione, grabbing some semi-deceit clothes and going into the bathroom to change.

She came out, put her nightgown on the bed and the four girls went down to the Common Room, where many people still were.

Hermione saw Harry and Ron and started walking in their direction, while Evie, Lavender, and Parvati looked around the room.

"Evie, who is he? You never told us," said Lavender.

"Oh, yeah. He's…" Evie stopped speaking for a moment. She saw him. He looked better than she remembered. She felt her heartbeat quicken. Why does he have such an effect on me?

"Evie? Are you alright?" asked Parvati, shaking Evie out of her trance.

"Oh, I'm fine," Evie said, lowering her eyes and blushing. She took a deep breathe and began walking towards him. Lavender and Parvati followed.

"Hi, Fred. Hi, George," said Parvati, waving to them.

"Hi, Parvati," said the twins in unison.

"Are you new?" asked Fred, looking at Evie.

"Yeah, never seen you before," said George.

"Yeah, I'm new. I transferred from Beauxbaton Academy. Lavender and Parvati wanted me ta meet ye. An' I saw Oliver an' thought I'd say hi," answered Evie.

Oliver looked up when he hear his name from a familiar voice. It's not possible. He looked shocked the see her.

"Angie?" he said, softly.

"'Ello, Oliver," Evie said with a smile. Oliver was only one she allowed to call her Angie. It was his name for her.

"How is this possible?"

"Mum an' Da talked ta Grandda who talked ta Dumbledore an' here I am. Mum an' Da wanted me closer ta home this year, so I was transferred from France ta here."

Oliver stood and walked over to Evie, walking slowly as if to make sure she didn't disappear. He reached out for her and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"I've missed you," whispered Oliver, as he held Evie tightly.

"I've missed ye."

Oliver released her, but kept his arm around her shoulder. He pulled her down next to him as he sat. He kept his arm around her shoulders. It was as if he thought if he weren't touching her then she wouldn't really be there.

"Oliver, she's real. You don't have to squeeze the life out of her shoulders," Fred said. George nodded in agreement. Oliver just looked at them.

"I haven't seen her in almost a year. Leave me be or you'll be up at three am for practice."

"Like that is so much earlier," said George, rolling his eyes. "Just leave him be, Fred. Like he wants." George winks at Fred and pushes Lavender away from Oliver and Evie as Fred does the same with Parvati.

"Why didn't you write to me telling me you would be here this year?"

"I wanted ta surprise ye, which I did. An' I didn't want ye ta make a big deal about it. Ye have a habit of lettin' everyone know certain things about yerself an' the ones around ye."

"Oh, well I guess I can understand why you didn't tell me then."

"Like I said, I wanted ta surprise ye. That's all."

"It doesn't matter now. I know you're here," Oliver said, giving Evie a kiss on the corner of her mouth. Evie just looked at him. "What?"

"What kind of a kiss was that, Ollie? Ye've always given me better ones when we see each other." Evie stuck her bottom lip out a bit in a pout.

"You want a better kiss? With all these people around?"

"I only see ye, love."

Oliver smiled and leaned in to capture her lips. She sure knows how to get her way with me. Oliver thought as they kissed.

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