Prologue


It was early evening, darkened and enhanced by the rumbling storm in the distance. It was the perfect accessory to the noble, yet slightly worn study Evangeline Tollson found herself

in. Evangeline, Evie, as she preferred to be called, often found herself in the family study whenever she needed a thinking place. It would have been obvious to any casual observer that

the woman was deep in thought. Her head was leaned back against a plush and padded desk chair; eyes focused and intent, peered unseeing at the concaved ceiling. Her delicate,

dainty wrists—despite her visible age—rested on the edge of an exotic wood desk; her fingers templed, meeting at the ends.

It was curious; at first glance the thinking woman looked relaxed, possibly thinking about anything calm or settling: for instance, delving into a nice cup of chamomile tea or a breezy

Caribbean vacation perhaps. Her pose would have fooled any quick glancing person passing by a window or door; however a closer inspection of the woman told a very different story.

The slight rigidness in her posture hinted at stressful thoughts. A slight pinch around her eyes and crinkle at her nose betrayed just how worrying her thoughts were. This being curious

because no one would really be able to pinpoint a reason a Tollson would be worried. By all knowledge known, rather common or guarded, the outside world heralded the Tollsons as

doing far past phenomenally well. The key of that statement being the outside world, a Tollson knew more than the outside world.

A real, true Tollson knew that a Tollson was more than what the outside world saw. A Lineage Tollson knew that they belonged to more than one world. This was a truth Evie knew

quite intimately. She WAS a Lineage Tollson.

"Evie…" a hesitant male voice queried from the doorway. "Evie." He called again with greater force when the woman made no response vocally or bodily. "EVANGELINE!" he growled out

finally getting the woman's attention.

Evie looked at the man with an eyebrow cocked up displaying her annoyance as he purposefully invaded the room. The man was tall and lanky, and looked like he had been pulled

through a taffy-puller. Everything regarding the man's appearance had a slightly stretched quality to it. He moved until he was standing directly before the now hostile looking woman.

His entire stance was demanding, commanding answers from her, quite the change from the first hesitant spoken "Evie."

He was about to open his mouth when she made a "Hummphing," sound and softer sigh. "I know Everett, I know, you needn't say a thing, I know the severity of the situation." She

spoke in strained whisper as she glanced at a rather interesting winged-and-beaked moving paper weight.

"Kitten," he said in a coaxing manner, "I need…..

"I know what you need Everett!" she exasperatedly interrupted. "And I have made my decision."

"Good, let's here it then." he said sitting on the edge of the desk and picking up her hand as he to gave an amused glance to her paper weight, now recognizable as an angrily pacing

creature. He watched its progressions for a few seconds before turning and meeting the woman's gaze.

"I plan on passing my Heritage, let me finish Everett," he was giving her a rather knowing/smug look at the moment, but smoothed it out as he listened. "Simply not enough of our kind

is being born, and many that are aren't carrying the Lineage. If we don't get new blood we will have the same inbreeding problems of many of the pureblood circles. We are dying out."

Everett nodded his head and his eyes flashed with the seriousness of her words.

"I know that it is a tradition and or duty in these circumstances, in our world…" she emphasized with a flick of her eyes at the pacing paper weight, "…to pass the Heritage, and it has

been a hard decision for me to make." She sighed and leaned into the man, "but I've made it." She stated dryly.

He nodded into her hair before asking with a slight bit of humor audible in his voice, "Who is the girl I shall soon call daughter?"

"Her name is Granger, Hermione Granger." She stated pointedly. "I met her eight years ago or so when I visited my professor friend McGonagall at Hogwarts. She was in her third year

then. Minerva was so excited about her, quite the student, even getting a time turner to boot, she was for the year." The man listened intrigued. "I was with Minerva when she was

given the time turner, Oh Everett!" she exclaimed, "you should have smelled her essence, it was amazing. Her magical aura was enough to intoxicate at thirteen, and the entirety of

wizarding world knows her exploits. Her magic is undeniable." The woman stated with something that sounded close to desire in her voice and a guilty look in her eyes.

Everett laughed loudly "I knew a magical essence had called you kitten. I am surprised you didn't turn her to Heritage then. We're connected; I'm your mate ya know. I felt it through

our bond of course. I knew it was only a matter of time." He spewed with humor and a self-assuredness that only a cocky male ever seems to achieve. "Silly veela mated for over

seventy-five years and can't remember I know ya."

She pushed off him and smacked him with indignance. He smirked well naturedly. "It's only natural for our kind of course; we're attracted to the magic." He looked down into her eyes

and read the worry in them, "If she wasn't able to make the turn she wouldn't have called you kitten."

She sighed in affirmation and nodded her head, "Everett can you be packed to head to England before noon tomorrow?"

"I was packed before I came to the study, the only question is can you be packed by then?"He asked with smile on his face.

A great "thwack" resounded in the room as Everett unsuccessfully dodged Evie's hand.


A/N:

Hello reader, this is my first ever fanfic. Please do not judge me to harshly. I would love to know what you think and suggestions and hints are very much welcome. I will be

forever greatful to all readers and reviewers. Also as a thank you for my first three reviewers I will work a story idea into my fic and give you credit.

Thanks a million-inkImpressions

P.S. I know no Hermione and character action yet but it's coming next chapter.