Evangeline Snape walked through the cold streets of Diagon Alley, tucking her face into the collar of her coat. She hadn't needed to come here in ten years. But she could still feel the excitement that she had felt then for buying her school supplies and books for each new year. She could smell the chocolates from the sweet shop, and hear the owls in their cages outside the Magical Menagerie, waiting to be chosen as a companion for Hogwarts.

The witches and wizards who were in charge of the newly reformed Ministry of Magic had tried their hardest to rebuild, but it would never have the same atmosphere that it did before the Battle. Too much had happened.

Evangeline kept walking; avoiding the eyes of the children who were rushing around with their parents, trying to get everything prepared for school. She remembered her first year. Her dad had brought her here and bought everything that she needed. These children had no idea what it was like to live in fear. What was it like to learn about Voldemort in a history class, rather than knowing about him because you have been there during his rise to power? To live without fear of annihilation?

She forgot to look where she was going, and ran into a young girl who was looking in a shop window.

"I'm so sorry," She said, picking up her satchel and the girl's parcels.

"It's quite alright, Miss. Alice, I've told you about dawdling." The girl's mother took her hand and led her away. Evangeline gave a quick glance to the window that had stolen the girl's attention. She looked back when she realized where she was.

Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes stood before her, still in all its glory. A display of pygmy puffs was in the window, along with Puking Pastilles and Fever Fudge, two of the most special inventions the twins had made. She smiled to herself. Perhaps she could just pop in for a moment.

The bell above the door rang and she stepped inside. It was warm and cheery. She looked around at the shelves, and then she heard a voice from the back room. A very familiar sounding man's voice.

"Be with you in a moment."

She followed the sound. Through shelves of pranks and toys. Past Quidditch jerseys. To a small storage room. And there he was.

His back was turned to her, but he was unmistakable. Tall and thin, ginger hair, and freckles that stood out on the back of his neck. He tunred his head slightly once, and she saw the scar where his left ear should have been.

"Excuse me?"

"I'll be with you in a..." he turned around. "...moment."

"George."

"Evie." He put down the packages he was holding and pulled her into his arms. "Evie."

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Well, that's it. Let me know what you think. I know I've got some other stories out there in the works, but I wanted to get this down before I forgot it!