Well here is chapter 2 hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer- is in chapter 1

Chapter 1

Present Day

Evangaline sat on the Hogwarts Express, in an empty compartment. She smiled at the memory of the weekend before.

"No, Evanny!" Her father had stated calmly. Evangaline stomped her foot in agitation.

"But I want to be with people my age! I want to go to Hogwarts!" She had told him with a small pout. He had bent down to her level and stroked her cheek gently.

"I would love for you to go to Hogwarts, my angel, but if they found out about who you were. You would be…" He let the sentence hang. "I just don't want anything to happen to my little girl." She sighed.

"I am not a little girl anymore. We could create a 'different' family for me. No one has to know." Tom Riddle sighed and looked at his wife.

"Well, Bella. What should it be?" He groaned as he saw the look on his wife's face.

"I think she has a good idea, Tommy. We should let her go." She smiled at her husband. "I will owl Dumbledore now and alert him of her coming and that we will be using different names as her parents." He had nodded and rolled his eyes. He looked at his daughter with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Well let's go to Diagon Alley then." And with a cry of happiness, she had thrown her arms around the former Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Do you mind if I sit there?" A voice asked her quietly. Evangaline looked up into hazel eyes. She shook her head and smiled.

"No, of course not! Go right ahead." She said happily. "My name is Evangaline Riddle, but you can call me Evanny." She held out her hand and the other girl smiled.

"I'm Hermione Granger." She said as she took the offered hand. "You must be new to Hogwarts. I have never seen you before." Evanny nodded.

"Yes. My father decided that it was time for me to go to school. I was personally delighted." She smiled again. Hermione got a puzzled look on her face.

"Riddle?" She asked warily. Evanny nodded and sighed.

"Yes. My father's name is Tom and my mother's is Bellatrix." She waited for the inevitable running away from her as if she caused the plague. There was none. Instead there was still the wariness.

"My father is a muggle. My Mother's a witch." Evanny gave her a puzzled look.

"So?"

Well you're Vold… Tom Riddle's daughter. Doesn't knowing that make you want to call me a…." She swallowed painfully and the door to the compartment was thrown open.

"Hey Mudblood! We want this cart! Out!" Pansy Parkinson said with a sneer. Hermione started to get up to tell Pansy off but a warm hand pushed her back down. Evanny got up and stared at Pansy with cold blue eyes.

"I suggest you find another compartment." She said calmly and Pansy snorted.

"Out of the way! We have no time for mudbloods like you two!" Pansy backed up suddenly from the swirling black mist that seeped from under Evanny's robes. Hermione could see Evanny trying not to laugh.

"I thought I said stay home, Griphath!" A black raven materialized from the mist and flew at Pansy's face. She screamed and ran out of the doorway. Evanny started laughing and Hermione couldn't help herself and burst into giggles. She really liked this Evanny. She watched as the raven settled down on the girl's shoulder, minding her long black hair. Evanny smiled at Hermione.

"You shouldn't let them push you around." She smirked and Hermione was startled by the lightness that seemed to shine from this small person. She sighed and looked out the window. Evanny gave her a reassuring smile.

"I know. The word hurts doesn't it?" She whispered. Hermione gave her a puzzled look. "I was know around the Deatheaters as a mudblood child. Even now that's what they tell their children. They don't believe I could be my father's daughter. They say I'm too good. Too bright. Not evil enough. They really don't like me now that I made Daddy enter into a treaty with the Ministry of Magic." Hermione just stared.

"I thought the Prophet was lying." She breathed and Evanny laughed in delight.

"Nuh uh! He seriously did!" She opened the window. "Now go home. And tell Daddy that he doesn't need to check up on me." She told the raven and he hopped off her arm and out the window. She nodded, obviously pleased with herself.

"Why would he though?" Hermione asked frowning. Evanny shrugged.

"Mom says its because I have him, and I quote, 'So tightly wrapped around my finger that he can't even see straight.' Although she was happy when he gave up that whole Dark Lord thing. She said it was getting tiresome but I know she didn't want anything to happen to him." Hermione was amazed by this small, busy girl.

"How old are you, Evanny?" She asked quickly, thinking the girl was 12 or 13.

"I'm sixteen. Funny I'm small for my age." She smiled brightly at Hermione.

"Really?" Hermione said with genuine surprise. "Me too." Evanny gave another tinkling laugh and then the two girls fell into a deep discussion about magic and Hogwarts.

Draco spotted Pansy's waving hand and he grudgingly made his way there. A tinkling laugh caught his attention, and that dreaded mudblood, Hermione Granger's voice followed. Had Granger laughed like that? Another higher, warmer voice caught his attention. His ears strained to hear what it was saying.

It was something about the treaty to the Ministry of Magic. He scowled and quickly moved towards Pansy's train compartment. He scowled at a couple first years then opened the door. Crabbe and Goyle took up one seat and Pansy was waiting for him in the other. He gave her an annoyed glare, which of course she ignored. She immediately fell into telling him about the new filthy mudblood that would be going to Hogwarts. He tuned her out and stared out the window thinking of the warm voice and tinkling laughter. He would have stayed that way if it had not been the mention of a familiar name.

"Griphath?" He shouted and Pansy jumped. She nodded quickly.

"Yes! A black raven named Griphath. It nearly tore my eyes out!" She was pleased that Draco was talking to her and that he was listening. He held up a hand and she stopped.

"There is only one raven I know of with that name. He belongs to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Do you understand what this means?" Pansy gave him a confused look, he sighed in frustration.

"The new mudblood is His 'daughter' Pansy." He said with a snap. He turned away and Pansy's face drained of color, then turned red quickly.

"Why that no good filthy mudblood!" She screeched and Draco gave her an annoyed look then stared out the window. "She's that supposed daughter that has turned the Dark Lord against his Deatheaters!" Draco whipped to face her.

"Don't you ever let anyone hear that! God Parkinson! Just because he decided being the Dark Lord wasn't such a good idea because he had this 'daughter' doesn't mean he wouldn't kill you for insulting her!" Pansy's face turned dark red from embarrassment and she slumped in her seat. Draco watched the landscape go by with bored eyes. His eyes landed on the door, he smirked as he could hear Weasel and Potthead. He stood up and opened the compartment door. Potter had a wand pointed at a small girl's throat and Hermione was trying to pull him off. He watched as Weasely tried to pull Hermione off of Potter. He frowned at the look in the small girl's eyes. Something in them told him that she could easily take Potter if she wanted too but her wand stayed hidden. Draco watched as Harry pulled back his wand but before he could udder a word Draco pulled the small girl out of his grip and into his arms. He was surprised by the softness of her body. She hinted at curves beneath her robes. Her lips opened in a surprise 'O' and her dark blue eyes opened wide. Her small heart shaped face was surrounded by a halo of dark curls. He had a sudden urge to run his hands through them. She was small came up to the bottom of his chin.

"Back off Potter!" He snarled, and Potter sneered at him.

"Figures you would protect her after all you are a Deatheater! Filthy blood! Voldy's daughter at Hogwarts! What a fucking joke!" Draco had the sudden urge to throw a punch at Potter to get that look off his face but watched in surprise as Hermione smacked Potter, hard.

"How could you, Harry!" She shouted. "She is unarmed! Just because her father is Tom Riddle, it doesn't give you any right to treat her like that! She isn't her father! Come on Evangaline." With that Hermione grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her away from Draco. She pulled her down the hallway, all the while the girl named, Evangaline, watched Draco. He felt suddenly cold and he turned to Harry.

"No, I don't feel inclined to protect her, Potter. In fact the only reason I stepped in was to see the look on your face." He smirked. "I was right. The look was priceless." With that he sauntered back into his compartment all the while thinking of how those dark blue eyes had stared at him. As if they could see into his very soul. Such eyes, such beautiful eyes. He cursed. She was completely off limits. To him and, God help him, to everyone else.

Ooooooh is that something I sense.... just a bit possesive? It just might be! Well any way please review!