Author's Note: I do not own any characters, except Evelynn Edwards, from the Harry Potter series. I also don't own any of the magic that is used or brought up; along with any locations within this fanfic. All things magical and anything affiliated with the Harry Potter series is strictly that of J.K. Rowling, author of the series.
I was alone again as I walked out of the Hogwarts Express with my trunk hovering behind me. I was taking a liking to this Locomotor Spell. I heard Hagrid, the gamekeeper, bellow out orders for first years and I quickly followed the crowd onto one of the boats with three other random first years and we started to sail across the Great Lake to Hogwarts' grounds. I've been waiting for this day since I could remember. My dream was to rule the school. I read Hogwarts: A History that I had bought and I felt like I would want to be headmaster one day. I dream big. I felt my memory slip to older days when I was a little younger than I am now, it felt like a fuzzy dream.
I was spending a typical afternoon with Grandpa Edwards, my dad's dad. He was telling me stories of his Gryffindor days at Hogwarts, like dad, and then what he did after Hogwarts.
"You know I was there when Voldemort went to Hogwarts." Grandpa had told me. "Of course he wasn't Lord Voldemort-" he paused with a sneer on his face, "but just young Tom Riddle."
I nodded, "Yeah I've read all about Lord Voldemort."
"I taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, which you will be of course taking soon-"
"In two years Grandpa, that's not soon." I rolled my eyes, smiling up at him.
"To an old man like me, Evey, two years is like two days."
"Right, of course." I nodded my head vigorously. He laughed at my seriousness of the joke.
"But of course my granddaughter will be the very best against the Dark Arts. Every one will know of Evelynn Edwards." He said smiling, opening up another book to read with me. My grandfather had taught me at a very young age how to attack and defend myself after the fall of Lord Voldemort.
"So what did you do after Hogwarts?" I questioned impatiently.
"Patience, Evelynn. It's all about patience or you'll get no where in life." He said. He opened a book where old newspapers were held beneath the sheets of paper. I quickly read through them. Lord Voldemort's reign, deaths, and disappearances in earlier issues. "You see, Evelynn, after the boy Tom Riddle left school, there were sudden disappearances popping up all over the places. I wasn't that old then, but I knew that I wanted to have a peaceful life to have kids with-"
"Grandma." I smiled. Grandma had died when I was five.
"Yes...Myrias..." His bright brown eyes shown with a fire that quickly blazed behind them. The constant orange tint, like a fire, behind the brown was what my eyes looked like. I inherited a lot from Grandfather. "So, I became an auror and joined a newly formed group called the Order of the Phoenix with Albus Dumbledore as it's leader." He paused and took a deep breath and continued, "We captured and killed a lot of Death Eaters during Lord Voldemort's reign, but after his fall, a lot of the cowards cheated their way out of Azkaban. They claimed they were under the Imperius Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Cures, Evelynn." He said answering my confused look. "You know them, I've taught them to you and I've even taught you to resist the Imperius Curse. You were getting better at the Cruciatus Curse. We can practice more with that one today." He said very seriously.
I remembered them. We obviously couldn't use the last curse, the Killing Curse.
"You know, Grandpa, it's really quiet today. I just feel very...weird...have you ever felt like this?" I asked squirming in the seat I was sitting in.
"You have the instinct of a powerful wizard Evelynn." He got up and then pushed me into a door that had just been a painting. Just then the front door crashed down. The painting had changed to a meadow scene and I was hidden in the dark and could see everything from the outside like a one-sided window.
The wizard had a mask covering his face. A Death Eater. He didn't give my grandpa a warning. I heard his drawling voice yell, "Avada Kadavra!" and it was went straight to his chest. It was like it went through him and straight to me as I watched him fall backwards. I wanted to scream, but I could barely let air enter my lungs, let alone scream. I looked up at the Death Eater who glanced up, but I knew he couldn't see him. He grabbed the end of his black cloak and left. Like nothing happened.
I looked down at the only person that I had learned to trust with my life.
"N-N-N..o...I...don't...understand..." I whispered as I felt my knees betray me and I collapsed on the floor and let my heart escape from my eyes through tears. I was just nine. I'm still only eleven, but that memory shook my core.
