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Note: Here is the first chapter. I really REALLY hope you guys like the changes I am going to make. And I really hope someone is actually reading this. :)

Evangeline Potter awoke to her twin brother breathing heavily in the bed next to her in the tiny room they shared in the Dursley's home. She had never felt at home here, she attributed that to the treatment her and her brother received from these so called relatives. Until they were eleven years old they shared the space under the stairs, Evie suppressed a shudder at the thought.

"Harry? What is it? Was it a dream?" she asked. She watched as he sat up with one hand covering his scar and reached to their shared night table for his glasses. At the same time she reached over and turned on their lamp. She sat in wait while he ran his fingers over his scar idly before speaking.

"It was just a dream." He explained getting up and walking to his wardrobe and opening it to look into the mirror. Evie watched as he stared at his reflection. "I can barely remember…. There was a dark room, with a snake on the rug. Wormtail was there…and….Voldemort." Evie leapt from the bed and hugged her brother who looked as if he had seen a ghost. But they both knew after their Divination Professor's prediction at the end of term, that something big was coming. "I'm going to write Sirius." Was all he said before walking to the desk wedged in between the wardrobe and the door.

"You sure that's a good idea, Harry?" she asked knowing the risks involved with contacting their godfather who happened to be wanted for murders he didn't commit.

"Who else can I write too? Ron? Hermione? Dumbledore?" he sighed. "Think about it Evie, what would they say?" he said. "Plus, Sirius wants us to write him about this stuff." He sat down and wrote. Evie sat and watched her twin brother write and mentally cataloged the differences between them. Everyone always said he looked just like their father, but with their mother's eyes. Evie was the spitting image of their mother, with her long red hair and their mother's nose, but she had her father's eyes. That was something Harry and she had mused over many times.

"Let's get dressed and get some breakfast, Harry." She said walking over to him and placing her hand on his back. They quickly dressed and headed down the stairs. As they entered the kitchen they inwardly groaned at the breakfast item on today's menu; grapefruit quarters. Evie internally thanked their friends for sending them food through the mail to save them from the imposed diet plan for Dudley. They had just sat down to eat their quarters when the doorbell rang. Harry and Evie gave each other concerned looks, somehow feeling that it had something to do with them. Before they could finish their breakfast and make a hasty retreat upstairs Uncle Vernon stepped into the kitchen.

"You two. Living room. Now." He said through gritted teeth. They knew they were in for it even if they didn't know why. They followed him into the living room and watched as he paced while clutching a piece of paper. "So." He turned to look at them, "So…" he said again. While Harry could hold back his witty remark, Evie could not. She never had been able to control herself; always opting for mischief and trouble than living under the radar.

"So what?" she asked her uncle, a sweet smile on her lips.

"This just arrived." He waved the paper in their faces; Evie thought if he had been any closer she would have received a paper cut to her nose. "It's about both of you." He then began to read aloud to them a letter written by Mrs. Weasley. Evie had always loved the Weasley family, having been mistaken for one of their children since her first day in the wizarding world. The Weasley family was a wonderful pureblood wizarding family known for their red hair. Everyone knew the famous Harry Potter had a twin sister, but no one seemed to remember she was a ginger. It bothered her from time to time, but then she would remind herself that it wasn't such a bad thing to be mistaken for a Weasley, she could be mistaken for a Malfoy.

Mrs. Weasley was inviting them to go to the Quidditch World Cup! Evie had never been a fan of Quidditch, especially after Harry had almost died during his first game. But a certain Weasley twin loved the game, and she loved spending time with him so she couldn't let this opportunity slip by. Harry and Evie both suppressed a giggle when Mrs. Weasley expressed a fear of not having put enough stamps on the letter. Uncle Vernon then pulled out an envelope covered in stamps.

"So she used enough then." Harry stated, trying to lighten the mood that was elevating quite steadily out of control.

"The postman rang the doorbell. Thought it was funny. He was very interested to know where the letter came from." He glowered as he began to pace again. Harry and Evie looked at each other, silently willing the other to break the silence. Evie was scared of setting her uncle off again and nudged Harry with her elbow and gave him a very meaningful look before he finally spoke up.

"So can we go then?" he asked calmly. Hoping that if he stayed calm and relaxed his uncle wouldn't find a reason to tell them no. They watched in silent horror as a battle raged in their uncle's mind. On one hand, allowing them to go would make them happy, which was against everything Vernon believed in; but on the other hand, letting them go would get rid of them two weeks earlier than planned. Tough decision.

"Who is this woman?" he asked, staring them down.

"You've seen her." Evie said.

"She's our friend Ron's mother. She was waiting for him when we got off the Hog-the school train end of last term." Harry explained.

"Rather dumpy woman? Loads of children with red hair?" he asked, looking sideways at Evie as he did so. He had never liked her red hair, always saying it showed her bad breeding. "Quidditch…" he muttered. "Quidditch, what is this rubbish?" he questioned, looking from one twin to the other.

"It's a sport." Evie said curtly. "Played on broom-" she was cut off before she could finish.

"All right! Don't use that language in my house!" he said looking back to the letter. "What is the 'normal' way she talks about?" he looked up at them, panic evident on his face. Evie let Harry take that one.
"Normal for us," he said slowly. "owl post. Regular post isn't normal for wizards." He let the word slip with out thinking.

"I will not have that language in my house! You two stand there, in the clothes Petunia and I put on your backs-" he started.

"Only after Dudley is finished with them! Evie has to wear boy's clothes that are five times too big for her!" Harry stated coldly, taking his sisters hand in his own.

"I will not be spoken to like that by two ungrateful brats!" he spat. Harry was shaking with anger at this point.

"Okay, we can see that we won't be going to the World Cup. Can we go back upstairs now and finish our letter to Sirius? You remember our godfather, right?" she said slyly. The moment the words had left her mouth she knew they had been the right ones. Harry was amazed at the sudden change in Vernon's face. He could see the anger leaving and the fear taking its place. Their aunt and uncle had been frightened to learn that their godfather was a notorious murderer who had escaped from prison.

"You're writing to him then?" he asked fearfully.

"He told us to keep in touch so he doesn't worry." Harry said, catching onto her plan quickly.

"Yeah. He worries about me a lot. He's so sure no one knows how to treat his favorite goddaughter right." She lamented. They watched together as the words sank in and the gears in Uncle Vernon's head began turning. They knew they had won; it was just a matter of waiting for him to admit defeat. Just when they thought he would pass out from the thought, he spoke.

"You can go to this…this….World Cup. But they have to come get you. We can't be bothered to drop you off anywhere." He nodded like he was being fair and tough. "And you can spend the rest of your summer with them. So, uh….you tell your godfather about this." He said before leaving the room. Evie and Harry rushed out of the room, headed for their shared bedroom but not before Evie ran straight into a solid mass. She looked up into her cousin's eyes and found disappointment at her gleeful face. Before words could be exchanged Harry and Evie slipped past him and up the stairs into their room. Just as she entered the room she felt something hit her head.

"OUCH!" she cried as she searched the ground for what had hit her. Meanwhile her brother noticed his owl Hedwig was back and saw the tiny ball of fuzz flying around the room. He chuckled to himself before tapping his sister on the shoulder,

"I think I found what hit your head." He said pointing up at the ceiling to the flying fuzz ball. It was then that it dropped the letter it was holding at their feet. Both twins reached for it at once, but Harry came away the victor. It was a letter from Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend. Evie had always preferred Hermione to Ron, mainly because she took her studies much more seriously than the two boys. But she found true best friends in the Weasley twins. They were all tricksters, the three of them. In her first year at Hogwarts she had nearly caught up to them in pranks. That was when she first developed her crush on Fred Weasley. Even in their second year when every girl was falling for that prat Gilderoy Lockheart, she only had eyes for Fred. She snapped herself back to reality when she heard her brother reading the letter aloud. They were coming to get them whether their aunt and uncle said yes or not! At least she got a chance to test plan S out. And the good news was that it works. They shared a quick smile before Harry ran to finish his letter to Sirius and write a response to Ron.

"This is so exciting! I can't wait for them to come get us! Who do you think will come?" Evie mused as she spun and fell onto her bed giggling with excitement.

"Well, last time they came to take us away it was Ron, Fred and George. So maybe they'll be the ones who come again?" Harry decided, tying the letters to the two owl's legs. After they were far from sight he noticed Evie holding a piece of birthday cake out to him. It was certainly time for celebration.