A/N: Hey guys, hope you're enjoying the story so far. I appreciate your criticism. This one is dedicated to Rameelia, who doesn't like Mary Sues and to Siriusly Smart, who doesn't like OCs. Hopefully, I'll change their minds.
I was told that I'd be staying in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, which was situated in the middle of London. I didn't really like open spaces, having been underground for most of my life, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Dumbledore had agreed to help me, so I had to listen to him. I wasn't generally one to cooperate, but this man deserved all of my restraint.
We arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place very quickly, having Apparated. Since I didn't have my licence, I had to be taken for side-along apparition and I really didn't like it. I felt a little queasy and tried not to stumble as we made our way inside.
Coaxing my sweaty, unwashed black hair into a ponytail as we walked, I tried to calm myself down. I didn't really know why I was nervous. I had a feeling that there was something strange going on in there. Even as a child, I'd learned to play by my instincts and my instincts were telling me to run as far away in the other direction as I could manage.
I ignored these thoughts though, as we made our way into the kitchen. There I saw a plum woman with red hair, setting plates up on the rickety table. I didn't know why she wasn't using magic, though I respected her for doing manual labour. Back where I lived, wands were limbs of their own, practically attached to their owners.
She frowned a little when she saw me. My heart thrummed in my chest, hoping that my classic Eevanson features didn't give me away. Her motherly instinct kicked in though, and she broke into a warm smile.
"Are you all right, dear?"
Dumbledore cleared his throat quietly. "Molly, this is…"
I cut him off. In no way was I going to let him expose my true identity. I decided in that split second to let no one else in the outside world know that I was an Eevanson.
I gave her a seemingly shy smile. "Amelia. Amelia Evans."
Dumbledore must have realized what I was doing because he decided to play along. "Yes. Amelia is a niece of Lilly's. It turns out that Lilly had a half brother. Amelia is now an orphan, however, and she needs a place to stay."
Molly nodded eagerly. "But of course. Amelia can definitely stay here. I'll take care of Lilly's niece, Albus."
I felt slightly confused. Who was this Lilly Evans, who was supposed to be my aunt? With a sigh, I decided that I would find out soon enough. I forced my heart to stop beating wildly in my chest, knowing that I'd have to keep up the pretence that I indeed was Amelia Evans. Somehow, I had the feeling that Dumbledore would help me to take care of this.
Dumbledore and Molly exchanged pleasantries for twenty more minutes before he excused himself out of the house. After bidding goodbye to Molly, his light blue eyes met mine.
"Take care of yourself, Amelia." He murmured, nodding at me before turning away and leaving the house.
After he left, Molly prattled on unimportantly about how I was to stay in the same room as her daughter, Ginny, and her friend, Hermione. I had no interest in making friends. I was here for one purpose only: to save the world from the horrible intentions of my family.
She also told me that I'd be meeting her sons and a boy who was supposedly "Amelia Evans'" cousin. His name was Harry Potter. I'd heard the name before, from reading old Daily Prophets and I couldn't believe some of the things he'd seen and done.
Nevertheless, I was supposed to keep a low profile, so I would calmly introduce myself and try not to interrogate him too much. The rational part of me wanted to find help – any help – but the stubborn and reckless part of me wanted to complete this task unaided.
In the end, I decided to continue with this dangerous task on my own, constantly hoping that no one could figure out that Amelia Evans did not exist, and Rose Eevanson was on the loose.
