This is the first chapter of my very first fan fiction… I think it's fairly rough, choppy, and fragmented, but please forgive me for that.
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Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever, own Harry Potter. That privilege belongs to none other than the esteemed J.K. Rowling. All I own is Eva and a few other characters.

~*~Eva~*~

So… I'm a Seer.

I know, right? It brings to mind mystical crazy stuff, crystal balls, and prophecies.

I'm not that kind of Seer, though. Sorry to disappoint.

Seeing into the future? Can't do it. Make cryptic predictions? Can't do it. Actually, before this summer, I was a very useless kind of Seer.

I can slip into someone's mind for a few short seconds at a time. It might seem fun, but it's a lot harder, and duller, than it sounds.

I was taught that what I could do was a bit of a mix between Legilimency and Seeing. But while Legilimency can be blocked, you cannot hide yourself from a Seer. All I need is something belonging to the person, and I'm in.

My life certainly doesn't revolve around that ability, though.

I'm Evanna Asher. Eva to my friends.

Gryffindor, and proud of it. I'm the third of my siblings to go to Hogwarts. My big brother, Liam, went nine years before me, and my older sister Asha went seven years before me.

Asha was sorted into Ravenclaw, which was no surprise to anyone who knew her. If I had to compare her to somebody, I'd say she's like Hermione Granger, that genius fifth year that hangs around with Harry and Ron. Asha works for the Ministry now, in some department that deals with magical law. My parents hoped that I would follow in her footsteps and they could have two genius daughters. I was eager to please my parents when I first started Hogwarts, and I tried, I really did. But it turns out that I don't quite have the capacity for genius.

Liam was a Hufflepuff. He's a freaking artistic mastermind. He moved away a few years ago, and now he lives in a nice apartment in France. I also tried to be an artist like him, and that too failed miserably.

Also, I can't forget to mention my little brother Elliot. He's only nine years old, and he is by far my favorite sibling. Is it wrong to pick favorites?

Elliot and I are the least remarkable of my family, despite my Seer status. My mum and dad love us all, but I think they're most proud of Liam and Asha. That's alright, though. I've had plenty of time to resign myself to the fact that I have no special talent that didn't come from my parents or grandparents.

I'm just a Gryffindor girl, easily distracted and unable to hold a grudge... Gryffindors are supposed to be brave, but really, how often do you get a chance to show that off? Hardly ever, unless you're like Harry Potter. That boy is always getting into some sort of dangerous situation.

I'm a fairly happy person. I love my family, and I love my home, but Hogwarts is really where I belong.
My two closest friends there are just like a couple extra brothers.

The Weasley twins.

I've been best friends with Fred and George since our first year here. And actually, one of my most vivid memories is the day I met the twins.

It was also the day that I broke my arm in three places, and got a minor concussion.

It was the day after the welcoming feast, and I was just standing at the top of a stairwell near lunchtime, staring at a painting that was talking to me.

Then I heard quick footsteps, and I look over, and there's this gangly, red-haired, freckled boy coming toward me, with a silly grin on his face. I smiled back at him, and then he tripped over his feet, slammed into me, and sent me tumbling down the staircase. I lay there on the stairwell, and the last thing I heard before I blacked out was the boy saying,

"Oh, god, George. I think I killed her!"

Obviously he didn't kill me, and I woke up later that evening in the hospital wing. The boy was sitting beside my bed, and another boy identical to him was busy wrapping himself up in bandages, saying

"Look, I'm a mummy!"

The boy who had knocked me down the stairs stood up, a guilty expression on his face. Before he could say anything, I smiled and said "Hi. I'm Eva. What's your name?"

It's strange, the things that bring people together.

Harry once told me that he and Ron became friends with Hermione after they fought a troll together.

While my meeting the twins wasn't near as dramatic or adventurous, it still started what became a long, close friendship with the Weasley twins.

Actually, I would be seeing them both tomorrow. My family was sending me to Grimmauld Place, headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, so that I was easier to reach to See for them.

I was definitely not looking forward to Seeing. They already had a member coming over occasionally, and I was already sick of Seeing. Spying on Death Eaters isn't so fun, as I'm sure you can guess.

You know what? It was pretty miserable.

The Order insists I'm useful, even though I don't quite understand how a five second glimpse into what a Death Eater is doing at the moment helps. I think I'm little more than an object to most members of the Order. But I'm also not stupid.

I know that if the Death Eaters knew what I could do, they would find a way to use me too, and wouldn't even keep up the polite pretense of caring about me. And I know that the world would be a lot worse if the Death Eaters were in power.

=+= Fred =+=

I smoothed down my hair and looked in the mirror again. It still wasn't right.

Hell.

I ran my fingers through it. Oh, nice. Now it looked like I'd just finished snogging somebody.

That'll make her love you, Fred.

"You done preening, mate? She won't even be here until later." George stuck his head around the door.

"I wasn't preening."

"Which is why you've been standing in front of the mirror for a half hour, messing with your hair."

"Shut up." I said, but I followed him out of the room and down to breakfast.

Mum had us cleaning the entire day.

Grimmauld Place was nasty.

That old house-elf was doing a right terrible job at keeping the place clean. There was mold growing in the drawers. I'm no expert, but I'm fairly sure mold shouldn't just grow in random places like that.

Mum, a.k.a. Slave Driver, finally announced our work done for the day. George and Ron started up a game of Exploding Snap, and I collapsed in a chair, smoothing my hair down. All my hard work this morning to get my appearance perfect had been for naught. I looked like hell again. Plus, I think I kind of smelled like mothballs and fungus. Sexy.

I heard a door opening somewhere, then footsteps coming down the hall. My stomach started doing a weird flopping thing, and despite all my efforts to contain it, a grin broke out on my face.

I felt two soft hands cover my eyes, then a very familiar voice whispering in my ear "Guess who?"

My heart felt like it jumped out of my chest. She was finally here. I decided to play it cool, rattling off a whole list of names, even though I knew it was her. I could smell the lavender shampoo she always used, so it was a dead giveaway.

I pretended to sigh with frustration. "Oh…. Wait." I said. "Are you…Eva?"

She removed her hands and I stood up and hugged her tightly, until she began hitting my back and demanding I let her go before I suffocated her.

So much for acting casual.

"He knew it was you the whole time." George said, not even looking up from his game of Exploding Snap.

Eva grinned at me, then ran to George, throwing her arms around him and kissing his cheek. I noted the kiss with a bit of jealousy. She hadn't kissed my cheek.

Mum came in then and hugged Eva and quickly whipped up a snack for her, even though Eva insisted she wasn't hungry.

"I already ate some weird soup on the Knight Bus." she said.

Mum ignored her and fixed her a bacon sandwich anyway.

Eva glanced over at me and smiled. "I'm not sure quite what was in the soup, actually. But I'm fairly sure it had scales."

I watched her as she ate the sandwich. I think I must have been staring, because George came by and smacked the side of my head.

"It's okay to blink. She won't run off." he whispered.

I elbowed him, but I made sure to watch Eva more discreetly.

She seemed even prettier than normal, I decided, but maybe that was just because I hadn't seen her since the end of last year.

Also, I think my opinion might have been just a bit biased.

Just a bit.