Chapter 1- Evangeline May

Dumbledore looked curiously at Harry, an eyebrow raised, a small ghost of a smile playing upon his lips.

"Erm... Did you hear me sir?" The young boy asked, pushing his rounded glasses further up his nose.

"Yes, Harry, I heard you. I was merely remembering." He laid his head back a little. "The reason Voldemort became such a selfish person incapable of love and friendship was all to do with when he was more commonly known as Tom Riddle..." Harry nodded slowly, his eyes widening, urging the Professor to go on. Dumbledore sighed. "He was probably starting his sixth year, so it was 1949. Tom was, undeniably, handsome and had a number of girls swooning over him so obviously he had many girlfriends whom he used to his advantage." Harry frowned slightly. "But there was one special person who was different to all the others. Her name was Evangeline Nagini May."

"And why was she different sir?" Harry said quietly but just loud enough for the Headmaster to hear him.

"She was different because he actually loved her... Not at first of course, she was merely another girl but he was intrigued how she didn't seem to like him..." Dumbledore chuckled and stood up, he smoothed his deep purple robes out and walked over to the cupboard containing the Pensieve. He took the magical bowl out and placed it on the desk in front of Harry, who eyed it precariously. Dumbledore chuckled slightly and found out the correct test tube labeled 'Evangeline May' before pouring it in. The water, or what Harry assumed to be water, swirled white as the memories spread out. He groaned wearily, casting a look to his Professor, and stuck his head into the Pensieve. A whirling sensation took over him as his body was pulled back in time, before he knew it, his feet had hit hard ground, Professor Dumbledore standing next to him.

Harry looked around and saw that he was standing in the Hogwarts grounds by the Lake. Under the shade of the very same tree him, Ron and Hermione always used to sit was a young girl around his own age. She had brown curly hair that's tips shone blonde in the sunlight and bright green eyes that sparkled as they scanned the book she was reading. She was beautiful. He heard laughter and in sync with the girl turned his head to look in the direction it came from. There stood a rather good looking brown haired boy and a group of other boys behind him, laughing. The lead one smirked at the girl, eyeing her up and down and she glared at him, blushing furiously. Harry was instantly reminded of Hermione. He frowned as the boys continued to look at her hungrily.

"That, over there, is Mr Riddle and his cronies... and as you can probably guess the young lady they are trying to catch the attention of is Ms May..." Dumbledore said quietly, making Harry jump slightly. He continued to watch the boy who was frowning seeing as his attempts of getting her attention failed miserably. A blonde haired boy stalked over to where she sat and leaned against the tree. When Harry looked closely at him, he had to remind himself he was 50 years into the past, give or take, for standing at the front was a Draco Malfoy look-alike! Evangeline raised an eyebrow looking up at him.

"Can I help you?" She asked irritated. He smirked again, playing with his wand.

"Why, actually yes you can May." He emphasized her surname which made her glare even more.

"Oh really Malfoy? Well what do you want?"

"Well... its more what I need..." He smirked, mentally congratulating himself on his cleverness and charm.

"Well then what do you need Malfoy?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"You..." He came closer to her and chuckled slightly as her eyes widened. She jumped to her feet, clutching the heavy book to her chest, and backed off.

"Well you can't have me!" She said confidently, watching his smirk reappear on his face.

"Oh... Evangeline I think you'll find I'm a Slytherin... and I get what I want." She looked at him, disgust written across her face.

"And then what Malfoy," she said. "How will you use me then? As your sex toy or as your tutor who does all your homework?" He raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"Well we both know I don't need any help school-wise... and where did you get the idea that I use girls? Hmm?" She raised both her eyebrows at him.

"Nowhere..." she muttered.

"Hm? What was that? I didn't quite catch it!" He smirked as she glared daggers at him. He looked over his shoulder at the group he came from.

'That must be Malfoy's dad or granddad!" He thought to himself. Dumbledore must have read his thoughts.

"Yes, Harry, that is Mr Malfoy's grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy." He said wisely. "A little troublemaker he was..." Dumbledore chuckled to himself darkly.

Harry averted his eyes to the scene with Abraxas and the girl. He was very close to her now and was smirking at the glare she was giving him. Suddenly, her eyes turned a vivid red. Harry frowned and Dumbledore smiled.

"A Metamorphmagus. Well half of one at least..." He mumbled. "Every colour her eyes change to means a different emotion. Some, when they are older and more experienced, can change their eye colour and appearance at will...But I very much doubt Ms May can, she's much too young. Red, if I am correct, symbolises anger or danger." Harry looked curiously at her, Malfoy didn't seem put off however and continued getting closer and closer.

"HEY! HEY! GET OFF HER!" Suddenly, out of nowhere a bespectacled black haired boy ran to Abraxas and attempted to pull him off.

"What do you think you're doing Potter?" Malfoy spat at him. Harry's mouth dropped open. Potter?! That would mean that was...his GRANDDAD!? Dumbledore nodded slowly and Harry smiled as he watched his granddad save Evangeline.

"I think I'm helping my friend! What do you think YOU'RE doing Malfoy?" Charlus replied, just as venomously. Malfoy raised an eyebrow. He glanced at Evangeline and smirked when he saw her try to glare whilst looking flustered.
"Whatever," and with that he strode back over to his Slytherin cronies and they walked back up to the castle laughing. Harry noticed that Riddle was contemplating Evangeline with a look of interest before he followed Abraxas and the rest of the boys back up to the castle.