All content is based from J.K. Rowling. I own nothing except Evangeline and Maximus. Please comment if you see anything that needs to be fixed or doesn't make any sense. From this point I'll start to include more movie references. And more Draco and Evangeline scenes.
Evangeline spent her last week of the holidays brewing potions. Not just any potions, these were her speciality. Timed exploding potions, that could dye the victem whatever color that waited in the small corked vial. Of course she had, had a few misfires that had dyed parts of her hair pink or green. Nothing a good warm shower or long soak wouldn't clear away.
Hermione herself bugged her about these potions. Insisting that they were not safe, or not allowed. Evangeline chose to ignore her and continue with her project. She added a handful of pink dye to the bubbling cauldron and leaned away, just as the top rippled and exploded. Causing Hermione, who was watching this process to jump and squeal. As the small pink cloud dispersed Evangeline leaned forward and began stirring clockwise. Watching as the clear liquid bubbled. Until finally she added a teaspoon of timing solution and began to to ladle the potion into long thin vials. Labeling them with a pink "P", so she knew what color they would be.
Then with a flick of her wand, Evangeline cleaned the cauldron and packed up her potion making goods. Tossing a piece of meat to Maximus who was perched on the dresser.
"Are those really safe?" asked Hermione, her new school book resting in her lap.
"Of course it is." replied Evangeline. "I've had six years to perfect it."
"Oh, Ev," said Hermione. "You're just like Fred and George." She shook her head and went back to reading. Leaving Evangeline to clean up her mess and take a shower on peace.
The little trip to Knockturn Alley bothered Harry for quite some time though. He seemed convinced that Draco was up to something. After discussing this for many days, it began to get old, and Ron, Hermione and Evangeline soon lost interest in it. Which Evangeline thought, was annoying Harry.
"Yes, I've already agreed it was fishy, Harry," said Hermione a little impatiently. She was sitting on the windowsill on Fred and George's room with her feet up on one of the cardboard boxes and had only grudgingly looked up from her new copy of Advanced Rune Translation. "But haven't we agreed there could be a lot of explanations?"
Evangeline sat on the floor looking over a letter from her brothers, looking up at Hermione as she said this. Her mismatched socked feet teasing a small dust bunny on the floor. Harry looked unconvinced.
"Maybe he's broken his Hand of Glory," said Ron vaguely, as he attempted to straighten his broomstick's bent tail twigs. "Remember that shriveled-up arm Malfoy hand?"
"But what about when he said, 'Don't forget to keep that one safe'?" asked Harry for the umpteenth time. "That sounded to me like Borgin's got another one of the broken objects, and Malfoy wants both."
Evangeline nodded and continued to read her letter. "You reckon?" said Ron, now attempting to scrape off dirt from his broom handle.
"Yeah, I do," said Harry. When no one answered, he said, "Malfoy's father's in Azkaban. Don't you think Malfoy'd like revenge?" Ron looked up blinking.
"I don't think Malfoy is capable of revenge," said Evangeline. "If he's anything how I remember him, he's not capable." She shook her head and Harry looked out the window scowling.
"Well, I think he's up to something," said Harry, frustrated. "I think we should take it seriously. His father's a Death Eater and-" Harry broke off, his mouth hanging open as if something had just occurred to him.
"Harry?" said Hermione in an anxious voice. "What's wrong?"
"Your scar's not hurting again, is it?" asked Ron nervously.
"He's a Death Eater," said Harry slowly. Evangeline groaned. "He's replaced his father as a Death Eater!"
"I don't think Draco is capable of that, Harry," said Evangeline. "He is too much of a coward." Harry gave her an irritated look and Ron burst into laughter.
"Malfoy? He's sixteen, Harry! You think You-Know-Who would let Malfoy join?"
"It seems unlikely, Harry," said Hermione in a repressive sort of voice. "What makes you think-"
"In Madam Malkin's. She didn't touch him, but he yelled and jerked his arm away from her when she went to roll up his sleeve. It was his left arm. He's been branded by the Dark Mark."
Ron and Hermione looked at each other as Evangeline stared at Harry as if he'd just won the lottery. It made sense, Draco acting odd and all. But she didn't say anything.
"Well. . . ." said Ron, sounding thoroughly unconvinced.
"I think he just wanted to get out of there, Harry," said Hermione.
"He showed Borgin something we couldn't see," said Harry, stubbornly, looking over at Evangeline for support. She had been in the shop when he was there. "Ev?"
"Well, he did look like he was showing him something on his arm," she aquiesced. Harry nodded triumphantly, making Hermione sigh. "Something that seriously scared Borgin. It was the Mark, I know it- he was showing Borgin who he was dealing with, you saw how seriously Borgin took him! RIght, Ev?"
Ron and Hermione exchanged another look, as Evangeline nodded to Harry. Draco was most likely a Death Eater. It did make sense, but she wasn't going to accuse him yet. Not till she really knew.
"I'm not sure, Harry. . ."
"Yeah, I still don't reckon You-Know-Who would let Malfoy join. . . ."
Harry snatched up a pile of filthy Quidditch robes, looking extremely annoyed, and left the room.
Hermione sighed and went back to her book, Ron still fussing over his broom. Evangeline continued to read her letter. She knew Harry was right, and understood Hermione and Ron's view, but if she wanted to be sure, she would have to find out for herself.
"So. . ." said Hermione after a silence. "How are your folks?" Evangeline gave a long suffering sigh, and folded the letter back into its envelope.
"Well, Jason seems to think that he can make fun of me, my father seems to be doing well. Caught another Death Eater a few days ago. . . . . . .and the jade bracelet has been decursed."
"That sounds nice. How can you decurse an old piece of cursed jewelry?" asked Hermione, her voice filled with disbelief. Evangeline stood, skipping to the door. "Old family trick," she said, tapping the side of her nose. "Thanks for the nice chat, Ron, 'Mione." Evangeline smiled and skipped down the stairs as a loud bang filled the air, and a cloud of green smoke wafted from the room.
" 'EVAN!'"
The next morning their departure went rather smoothly. Considering the amount of people off to Hogwarts. The ministry cars glided up to the front of the Burrow to find them waiting, trunks packed(or in Evangeline's case, duffle bag). She had adamantly refused to use a trunk. Considering it too bulky for her, and harder to carry. Maximus was perched in his cage silently next to Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, safely enclosed in his traveling basket. Harry and Ron's owls were were enclosed in cages; Ginny's new purple Pygmy Puff, Arnold, in his own cage.
Fleur floated forward Harry and kissed him goodbye. "Au revoir, 'Arry," she said. Ron rushed forward hopefully, but Ginny stuck out her foot and tripped him. Ron fell at Fleur's feet, and he furiously picked himself and got into the car without another word.
Snickering, Evangeline got into the car and whispered to Ginny. "Nice one."
At King's Cross they were met by two Aurors. Both dressed in dark muggle suits, moving forward the moment the cars pulled to a stop. Each nodded respectfully at her as she stepped out. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she hurried into the station. It was bad enough her father was a famous Auror. But did they really need to acknowledge her? No.
Mrs. Weasley quickly ushered them through the crowd, and blankets of smoke to a pillar. On each side there were signs. One with a big black,'9', and another with a big black '10'.
"Quick, quick, through the barrier," said Mrs. Weasley, who was very flustered at the moment. "Harry had better go first, with-"
One of the grim looking Aurors, nodded briefly and grabbed Harry's arm, attempting to steer him towards the pillar. But Harry was having none of it, yanking his arm out of the Aurors grasp.
"I can walk, thanks," said Harry irritably. Then pushed his trolley directly at the pillar between platforms nine and ten, disappearing along with the Auror.
"Your turn, Evangeline," said Mrs. Weasley, eagerly. Bitting her lip, Evangline lined up her trolley and began to run at the barrier. At the last second, when she thought she was going to hit the wall, she passed through. Emerging on platform nine and three-quartars, where a scarlet express train stood belching steam over the crowd. Her mouth opened in shock and she was soon joined by the rest of the Weasley party.
Harry began to lead Ron, Hermione and herself up the platform when Hermione shook her head. "We can't, Harry," said Hermione, looking apologetic. "Ron and I have got to go to the prefects carriage first and then patrol the corridors a bit."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot," said Harry looking a bit downcast. Evangeline moved passed the trio and onto the train. Moving around the teeming mass of students. It was then that she ran into a round faced boy, holding a toad.
"Oh!" she fumbled with Maximus's cage and he squawked in annoyance. "Sorry, Max. And sorry to you too. I didn't see you there." The boy blinked at her but smiled none the less.
"Its alright," he said happily. Evangeline smiled back at him and disentangled her hand from her duffle bag and held it out to him.
"I'm Ev. Nice to meet you."
"Oh! Neville. Neville Longbottom," he replied shaking her hand. "I've never seen you before, are you. . . . a first year?" Evangeline laughed and shook her head.
"No, I'm a foreign student. This'll be my sixth year," she said.
"Good, 'cause if you were a first year, I would be worried." he replied with a grin. Evangeline laughed and looked over his shoulder. There stood a girl with long blond hair and large misty eyes.
"Oh, hi!" she greeted happily.
"Hello, I'm Luna," the girl said dreamily.
"Sorry I didn't see you there, how was your summer?" she asked hopefully, trying to make a new friend. "Very well, people don't usually see me," replied Luna. In her hands she clutched a magazine; large letters on the front announced that there was a free pair of Spectrespects inside.
"What is that?" asked Evangeline interested. It certainly looked interesting.
"Quibbler," she replied dreamily. "Would you like one?"
"Oh, yes please!" she replied instantly. Luna handed her a copy of the Quibbler, Evangeline greedily flipping through its pages.
"What are. . . .Wrackspurts?" she asked cautiously.
"Wrackspurts. . . they're invisible, they float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy. That's what the Spectrspects are for," Luna explained.
"Wow," said Evangeline. "Wait. Have you seen Harry?" Only then realising she had not seen Harry, Hermione or Ron.
"You know Harry?" asked Neville, watching her closely.
"Well, yeah," she replied defiantly. "I've only been living with the guy for like, the past month." Realising how mean she sounded she covered her mouth, blushing with embarrassment. "Oh, I'm sorry. Sometimes I get ahead of myself."
"Happens to everyone," replied Luna.
"Sorry." She still felt guilty as she opted to follow Neville and Luna as they looked for a compartment. Mentally punishing herself for snapping at them. She could be a right foul monster when she wanted to be. Damn the Slytherin in her blood.
Then they found Harry, surrounded by a bunch of giggling girls. Evangeline rolled her eyes stepping forward, she slung her arm around his neck.
"Watcha' up to cowboy?" she said in her best southern accent. She pulled it off quite well. Evangeline resisted a smug smile as the girls melted away, giving her dirty looks.
"Hi, Harry!" said Neville cheerfully coming up. Harry sighed with relief turning to the boy.
"Neville!"
"Hello, Harry," said Luna.
"Luna, hi, how are you?" asked Harry, seeming genuinely happy to see the two. Evangeline smiled, her arm still slung around Harry's shoulders. They were about the same height so it was no bother to her.
"Very well, thank you," replied Luna.
"Quibbler still going strong, then?" asked Harry eyeing Luna's copy. Evangeline still clutched hers in her free hand, yet to be fully explored.
"Oh yes, circulation's well up," said Luna happily.
"Let's find seats," said Evangeline quickly, ready to sit down and put her feet up. The four set off along the train through hordes of staring students, until they finally found an empty compartment. Evangeline rushed in taking the seat by the window, already having shoved her duffle on the luggage rack. She lifted her feet up with a sound of delight.
"Why was everyone staring at us?" she finally asked, as the rest filed into the compartment.
"Last year," said Harry. "We went to the ministry, and fought Voldemort's Death Eater's. Even Voldemort himself." He diligently hoisted his trunk up onto the luggage rack, right next to hers. "Our little adventure there was all over the Daily Prophet, you must've seen it."
"Well. . . ." she said with uncertainty. Harry, Neville and Luna raised their eyebrows in disbelief.
"Seriously?" asked Harry. Evangeline glared at him, choosing to ignore him and turn her attention to the window. The countryside speeding past, but not enough to blur.
"Well," said Neville. "I thought Gran' would be angry about all the publicity, but she was really pleased. Says I'm starting to live up to my dad at long last. She bought me a new wand, look!" He pulled it out and showed it to Harry. Evangeline listened in silence. How sad to be compared to one's parents. That is what she despised most about being her fathers daughter, compared to the great Nicodemus Fallon.
"Cherry and unicorn hair," he continued proudly. "We think it was one of the last Ollivander ever sold, he vanished the next day - oi, come back here Trevor!" With that he dived under the seat to retrieve his toad as it made a bid for freedom. Evangeline raised her brows at Harry.
"Ollivander, that wand maker?" she asked. He nodded. Hmm.
"Are we still doing D.A. meetings this year, Harry?" asked Luna, who was detaching the pair of Spectrespects from the middle of The Quibbler.
"No point now that we've gotten rid of Umbridge, is there?" said Harry. Neville bumped his head as he emerged from under the seat looking disappointed.
"I liked the D.A.! I learned loads with you!"
"I enjoyed those meetings too," said Luna serenely. "It was like having friends."
Harry shifted uncomfortably, obviously not liking the turn of topic. But Evangeline decided to persue it.
"Don't you have friends Luna?" she asked. "I'd think you'd have a lot."
"No, not really," replied Luna. Evangeline felt shocked.
"Well, where I'm from, you'd be totally popular with the kids in school," she said determined. Luna smiled at her, and Harry shifted again. Outside the door stood a gaggle of giggling girls. Evangeline groaned as they fought over who was going to talk to Harry. Finally a girl with large dark eyes, a prominent chin, and long black hair pushed her way through the door.
"Hi, Harry, I'm Romilda, Romilda Vane," she said confidently. Evangeline rolled her eyes and took out her ipod. It would be useless the moment she stepped foot on school grounds, why not use it now?
"Why don't you join us in our compartment? You don't have to sit with them," she added in a stage whisper, indicating Neville's bottom, which was sticking up out from under the seat and then Luna, who was now wearing her Spectrespects, which made her look like a demented colorful owl. And then her, with her tattered converse, black jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt, headphones in her ears, along with parts of her hair still dyed green and pink. Evangeline glared at the girl, narrowing her blue eyes.
"They're friends of mine," Harry replied coldly. Romilda stepped back looking surprised, looking from each of their faces, studiously ignoring Evangeline's.
"Oh," she said. "Oh. Okay." She left sliding the door shut behind her. Evangeline snorted standing, stretching her arms above her head. Popping her shoulders and rolling her neck.
"I think I'm going to go stretch my legs out a bit," she told them, opening the door. "See you guys later."
"Bye, Ev," Neville said from beneath the seat.
"See you soon, Ev," called Luna, looking up at her with those psychedelic glasses. Evangeline waved to them both as Harry nodded to her.
"Don't get lost, Evan." Rolling her eyes she stepped out into the corridor and continued down the hall. It wasn't too terribly crowded, a few lounging students here and there. She continued, music still playing in her ears, until a hand landed on her shoulder. Turning, she smacked the hand away, glaring.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded. The boy, light brown hair, high cheekbones, and a long looking nose grinned at her.
"How 'bout, a kiss?" he said. Evangeline glared, stepping away. Her hand grasping her wand, sticking up out of her back pocket.
"What?"
"You heard me," he continued, stepping forward, hands reaching out for her. With practised aim she drew her wand and the boy crashed into the compartment door behind him with a flash. He dazedly fell to the floor, head rolling. Her gaze though was on the students inside the compartment.
And one in particular was familiar. Draco Malfoy. He was seated near the window but watching her, along with a pug faced girl playing with his hair. He looked almost relieved? Odd.
"You there!" said a voice coming from down the hall. Turning Evangeline saw a man coming to her. His shiny bald head reflecting light, and mustache reminding her of her great uncle Ivan's were the first things she saw. Next came his great velvet covered belly, struggling to get to her, as if she would make a break for it.
"Yes?" she asked confidently.
"You cast that charm?" he asked as he stepped up to her, looking down at the boy.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied instantly. Deny, deny, deny. He gave her a raised eyebrow look and stood looking down at her.
"What is you name, m' girl?" he asked.
"Evan Fallon."
"Would you by any chance be related to, Nicodemus Fallon?" he asked, his eyes getting excited as he spoke. Evangeline shifted her weight from on foot to the next, unsure if it was wise to let the man know. But finally she nodded grudgingly, glaring at her feet. The man clapped his hands in delight.
"Splendid!" he cried. "You must join me for lunch in my compartment, Miss Fallon. Come along," he said, ushering her down the hall. She had no trouble keeping up with the man, but yet had the chance to know his name. Wasn't she in trouble or something?
"Sir?" she asked.
"Hm, yes?" he replied, not looking at her.
"What is your name?"
He stopped outside a compartment door, looking almost flabbergast that she did not know his name. She tried very hard to keep the embarrassed blush she knew was coming a bay.
"I am Professor Slughorn, your new Potions teacher at Hogwarts!" he said puffing his belly out proudly. As he did so opened the door to his compartment.
"Really?" she asked intrigued. "You mean that I'll get to learn potions from you! Amazing! Father always said his potions teacher was a genius and hoped that I could be taught by someone as great as you." She was purposefully flattering him. Her father did not fail to mention that his potions teacher had a bit of an ego. As she stepped in she was not the only guest there. And she did not recognize anyone save for that familiar head of red hair.
"Ginny!" she said sitting in the seat next to her. "I thought I was going to be alone."
"Me too," said Ginny in relief. Just then the door opened and Harry followed by Neville stepped into the compartment. Professor Slughorn immediately jumped at the sight of them.
"Harry, m'boy!" said Slughorn. "Good to see you, good to see you! And you must be Mr. Longbottom!"
Neville looked scared but nodded, and then both sat down in the only two remaining seats. When he spotted them his eyes widened slightly and both girls copied the look.
"Now, do you know everyone?" Slughorn asked Neville and Harry. "Blaise Zambini is in your year of course-" the boys did not acknowledge each other and Evangeline smirked.
"The is Cormac McLaggen, perhaps you've come across each other- ? No?" McLaggen was a large, wiry-haired youth, and not very good looking in her opinion. But Harry and Neville nodded to him.
" - and this is Marcus Belby, I don't know whether-?" the thin nervous-looking boy smiled.
" - and these charming young ladies as well. Miss Weasley tells me she knows you!" Ginny grimaced. "And you must all know Miss Fallon, charming, charming."
Evangeline rolled her eyes as Slughorn began to talk, noticing that Zambini was trying to watch her discretely.
" - I've packed my own lunch; the trolley as I remember it, is heavy on licorice wands, and a poor man's digestive system isn't quite up to such things. . . . Pheasant, Belby?" And so began the never ending interogation of each student. It seemed they were all connected in one way or another. Someone well-known or influential Except for Ginny, she luckily had the fewest questions. Zambini turned out had a very rich mother with lots of money, and had been married seven times.
"And you my dear," he said turning to her. "Your father still with the Auror's Association?"
"Yes."
"And your brothers as well?"
"Nearly." She had hoped her one worded responses would cause him to loose interest, but no such luck.
"You still live in Hilbury Manor? What do your brothers do?" he fired off.
"Yes, my elder brothers are Auror's. Jason is an actor," she replied grudgingly.
"Actor?" he asked intrigued. "What is that?"
"Someone who acts out a person, and then gets famous. . ." at their confused looks she sighed. "It's a muggle thing."
"And Nicodemus allows this?" asked Slughorn disbelievingly. She shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, no," she conceded. "But my brothers choice is his own, he's not around too much for it to be a bother anyway."
He continued to question her, but she slipped back into one worded syllable answers, so he turned to Harry. Much to her relief.
"And now," said Slughorn, turning fully to Harry. "Harry Potter! Where to begin? I feel I've barely scratched the surface when we met the other summer!" He sat watching Harry, as if he were a rather large trophy. In a sense he was. " 'The Chosen One', they're calling you now!"
Harry said nothing and sat watching Slughorn silently. The compartment was deathly quiet.
"Of course," Slughorn continued, "there have been rumors for years. . . I remember when - well - after that terrible night - Lily - James - and you survived - and the word was that you must have powers beyond ordinary -"
Zambini coughed as if he didn't agree. Ginny was bristling.
"Yeah, Zambini, because you're so talented. . . at posing. . ."
Evangeline had a coughing fit as she tried to hide her snort, but ended up with Ginny smacking her back and tears in her eyes.
"Oh dear!" said Slughorn rather uncomfortably. "I'd be careful if I were you, Blaise! I saw this young lady perform the most marvelous Bat-Bogey Hex as I was passing her carriage! I wouldn't cross her!"
Zambini looked contemptuous.
"And this other young lady!" Slughorn continued. "Performed a silent hex on a poor boy earlier. What was it Evangeline?" She was seething as he spoke her name. No one called her Evangeline, only her father.
"Brain-Melting," she bit back. Slughorn's brows rose.
"Dear me! I do hope that boy recovers, a silent brain-melting hex! Ingenious!. . . . Anyway. . ." Slughorn continued to drone about Harry, the Daily Prophet, and his own life. Evangeline almost felt her own brain melting as he spoke. Ego. Finally the sun began to set and Slughorn blinked with surprise.
"Good gracious, it's getting dark already! I didn't notice that they'd lit the lamps! You'd better go and change into your robes, all of you. McLaggen, you must drop by and borrow that book on nogtails. Harry, Blaise - any time you're passing. Same for you two," he said to Evangeline and Ginny. "Well, off you go!"
As she practically ran out she sighed with relief. Walking just ahead of Harry, Neville and Ginny, and slightly behind Zambini. Who despite his best efforts, she still knew was watching her. What the heck? Freak.
"It's over!" she said gleefully. She did not stop Harry as he rushed by, pulling on his invisibility cloak, following Zambini. But only shook her head and walked with Neville back to there compartment. Talking withe each other about the 'Slug Club'. As they opened the door, Evangeline was in a fit of giggles.
"Honestly, Neville, he does look like a fat walrus!" she laughed. He smiled sheepishly and took a seat. Hermione looked up.
"Oh, there you are, Evan," she said. Evangeline nodded and reached for her duffle bag.
"Sorry, got roped into lunch with Slughorn," she said still smiling. "Got to get changed." Holding up her school uniform she exited the cabin and locked herself into the bathroom. Exchanging her denim, t-shirt, and converse, for a knee length dark skirt, white button down starched shirt, and grey sweater. She began with her tie. The neon pink tie clashing with her red and gold attire. She left it loose around her neck and went back to her cabin. As she shut the door, she yanked on a pair or all black ballet flats and sat with a 'huff' in her seat. Hermione gave a loud gasp.
"Evan!"
"What?" she asked innocently. Hermione gestured her tie and Evangeline grinned like a Cheshire cat. "You like?"
"Like?" Hermione wailed. "It's against school rules!"
"So?" Hermione looked flabbergast and Evangeline ignored her, talking with Luna and Neville until the train pulled into a darkened station.
"We're here," Ron said with relief. Standing to stretch his legs. Outside the sky was dark and littered with stars. As the group exited the train Hermione asked a question that was on all their minds.
"Where's Harry?"
What can it mean? Has Harry disappeared? Just kidding, you all know what happens next. So will Evangeline become one of Slughorn's favorites? Next chapter has more Draco and Evengeline in it. . . . . . Comment if anything needs fixing or if you have any suggestions.
