In Fate's Hands
By Jacob4eva
Twilight and Harry Potter Crossover

DracosWifey12: Good guess, but sadly no that isn't the song I was looking for. :] But since you did take a guess, I made it my mission to post this chapter as soon as possible. Hehe.
adragonspixie88: Thank you for liking it. As I said in my first chapter, it's not REALLY a crossover, but I'm not sure what else to call it.

Previously:
She nodded and adopted a thoughtful look as we made our way to our first set of classes with the Ravenclaws

Chapter 3:

Evangeline's POV

Finding the classes in this godforsaken school proved to be more challenging than the actual lessons themselves. Everytime we thought we had found a class it proved to only be a dud. Not to mention all the staircases that shift and some doors that seem to disappear or aren't really doors at all. And of course it didn't help that Peeves the Poltergeist would show up to 'point you in the right direction'. Those who were dumb enough to listen to him, just ended up being hopelessly lost or possibly worse.

Though, the only person who could possibly be worse than Peeves, was Argus Filch. Lucky for me I had managed to get on the good side of him since Mrs Norris, his cat, has rather taken to Mightnight. Much to my poor kitten's displeasure, of course. The older cat has become a stalker of sorts, following my poor kitten everywhere, even daring to venture into the Slytherin common rooms. I could've sworn he smirked when half the Slytherins chased her out with flying objects. Needless to say that I haven't had any problems with Filch or his stalker cat... Harry on the other hand...

On their first day, Harry and Ron were caught by Filch trying to force open the door to the third-floor corridor thinking it was a classroom. Filch didn't believe they were lost, and in the end they were saved by Professor Quirrel, also known as Mr Turban.

Classes were rather interesting to my surprise, with the exception of History of Magic taught my Professor Binns, a ghost. Twice a week at midnight, we had to go up into the towers for Astronomy, which consisted of looking through telescopes, learning the names of planets and determining their movements and what they mean. Three days of the week were spent in the greenhouses studying plants with a plump, cheery witch name Professor Sprout. There was Charms with Professor Flitwick, Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, Dark Arts with Quirrell and Potions with Snape or Mr Greasy.

Although interesting, I must say Quirrell's class was a joke. His class smelled strongly of garlic, saying it was to ward off vampires that he had met in Romania. Ryan and I were shaking with silent laughter at the time. "Garlic? Is he being serious?" I howled with laughter the moment we left his class, Ryan was practically on the floor rolling with laughter. I faked a choke, "Help! Ryan! I'm melting! Oh the horror of the garlic! Noooo!"

Ryan was leaning against a wall holding his stomach. "S-stop. Please Eva, I can't take it. Some of us need to breathe."

I scoffed as we walked to our next class. "All he's doing is marinating himself for a meal. The idiot. What a fraud."

Friday came too slowly for my liking, but nonetheless is came. I was excited about my first class with Harry. I haven't really seen much of him all week. I was nibbling on the edge of a piece of toast when the mail arrived, not expecting anything I was thoroughly surprised when I mail of mail was dropped in my lap, not by an owl, but an eagle. A beautiful Bateleur eagle at that. I groaned as the bird of prey perched itself on my shoulder earning me many stares across the room. "I'm going to kill Alice. Why does she HAVE to make a scene wherever she goes?"

Ryan chuckled and eyed the magnificent bird. "Because she's Alice. That aunt of yours always over does everything."

I sighed and opened the letter:

Dear Evangeline

I'm sorry about the eagle. I was going to purchase a simple owl like your grandfather suggested, but you know Alice. She insisted that an owl is too bland for the Cullen name. Yes I rolled my eyes too dear. But enough of that.

How are things at your school? I hope you're making friends and not causing trouble. Tell Ryan I say hello and that your grandfather sends Dumbledore his regards.

Send your reply with a school owl. Gabriel (the eagle) is now yours.
Love
Mother

PS: I took the liberty of sending you some of your favorite candy and a few books. Your aunt Alice insists on sending you more clothing, but I managed to restrain her for now. Send word if you do need though.

I smirked and stuck the letter in my pocket before standing up and heading for Potions with Midnight at my feet, an eagle on my shoulder and two blushing Slytherins behind me. What a sight this must be. I chuckled to myself. Potions was held in the dungeons, where the temperature was always a few degrees colder than the rest of the castle. Bottles of pickled animals floated peacefully in the jars on the cabinet. I shivered, being reminded of my nightmare. I felt a hand on my free shoulder and turned around the see Harry.

"Hey Harry," I smiled.

"Morning Eva, Ryan." he smiled back and at Ryan who was extremely focused on Daphne who was talking to Pansy a few feet away. "What's with the eagle? Not that it isn't magnificent of course." He said quickly when Gabriel glared at him.

I sighed. "My aunts idea. You don't wanna know." I nudged Gabriel in the chest with my head. "Gabe, go find a window and chase rats or something." Reluctantly he gave my ear a playful nip before flying toward the stairs barely missing Professor Greasy-I mean Snape's head. We single filed into the classroom and I picked up Midnight so that he wouldn't get stood on. I took a seat next to Harry. "This is Midnight by the way. Don't worry he's a lot friendlier than Gabriel, if not a little too cheeky."

Harry scratched Midnight's head and he purred like an engine. Snape, besides Flitwick, was the only professor that did roll call, when he landed on Harry, he stopped, eyes lingering on him for a few minutes before continuing the roll call. "Welcome to your first Potions class," he said in an all, but welcoming tone. "There will be no silly wand waving or ridiculous incantations, so I suggest you put them away before I take them." There was scuffling as everyone stuffed their wands in their pockets or bags. Silence followed. "Some of you, will probably think that this isn't magic at all. I do not expect any of you to understand the importance and vitality of the shimmering cauldrons before you. I do not expect any of you to grasp the delicacy of these liquids that may possibly one day run through your veins. It could be life or death, fame or downfall...are we clear?" We all nodded and the silence continued. Hermione was practically bouncing in her seat. "Potter!" Snape said, making several people jump. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione's hand immediately flew into the air.

Powdered root of what to an infusion of what? I heard him think and I giggled making him glare at me. "I-I don't know, sir."

Snape sneered. "Clearly fame does not mean intellegence." I heard Malfoy snicker from behind me and I turned to glare at him. I rolled my eyes when he blew me a kiss. Professor Snape ignored Hermione's hand and asked the next question. I grinned evilly as I snuck into his mind and pulled the question and answer, writing it down on a piece of parchment. "Where would you look, Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

I shoved the note into Harry's hand under the table and grinned, indicating with my eyes for him to look down. He used his free hand to scratch his head as if he was thinking and gazed at the writing and looked up again shoving the parchment into his pocket. Hermione was practically on the edge of her seat trying to catch the professor's attention. "It's a stone found in the stomach of a goat. Used in anidotes for most poisons, sir."

"Very well," his eye twitched in disappointment and looked at his next victim, which happened to be me. His posture eased after seeing the color of my tie. "Miss..."

"Black, sir."

He raised a brow at my last name. "Miss Black. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Hermione shot out of her chair her hand raised as high as it would go. I sighed. "No difference, they're the same thing, sir. It is also sometimes known as aconite."

"That is correct. A point to Slytherin," he turned to the classes at the mutters of how unfair he was being, since he didn't give Harry a point when he answered the question right. "And Miss Granger! Sit down before I have you scrubbing cauldrons!" Hermione sat down, looking dejected. "I don't hear writing! Take notes of what you just heard you bunch of dunderheads! Powdered root of asphodel added to an infusion of wormwood creates a powerful sleeping potion, also known as the Draught of Living Death."

At this point, I was feeling very sorry for the Gryffindors. Snape clearly had something against the house, not only the usual Slytheirn/Gryffindor rivalry. He put us into pairs so that we could start on a simple potion to remove boils. He swept through the class observing, and critisizing, almost everyone's cauldrons. Except for Malfoy's. The poor frog prince, Neville, had somehow managed to melt his partner, Seamus Finnigan's, cauldron into an unidentifyable blob and their potion was seeping all over the floor and on Neville's robes.

"Idiot boy," Snape snapped at him. "Don't you follow instructions? Put in the quills AFTER you have taken the cauldron off the fire!" Neville flinched almost at his every word, while big red boils sprung up all over his face. "Take him to the hospital wing Mr Finnigan. Five points from Gryffindor for both of your stupidity." With a flick of his wand, the mess that Neville and Seamus left behind was cleaned up. "Potter! Why did you not tell Mr Longbottom of his mistake? Thinking he will mess up to make you look better?"

I spoke up before he could continue. "I'm sorry sir. That would be my fault. Harry had his back to them, while I could see what they were doing and yet I didn't warn them. Forgive me, sir."

He face remains expressionless. "Very well," he drawled and looked into our cauldron, leaving with a satisfied, yet slightly disappointed, smirk.

Finally when Potions ended I leaned outside the door to wait for Harry, since Professor Snape decided to let the Slytherins out a few minutes before. Ryan was beside me having a heated discussion with Daphne about their cauldron, they were partners. I caught sight of the bright green eyes and called out to him. He came toward me with Ron in tow with a grimace on his face.

"That was a nightmare," he said and leaned against the wall. "How can someone be so unfair? Thanks for the tip off, by the way."

I grinned. "No big. Don't worry about Professor Snape. I've heard he's like this to everyone, except the Slytherins."

Harry pouted. "Lucky you."

"Oh hush, go to your next class before you get into trouble," I chuckled and pulled him up.

He nodded and headed off, but stopped. "Hey Eva. Me and Ron are going to visit Hagrid this afternoon and he invited you and Ryan as well. You should come!"

I headed in the other direction with Ryan and Daphne. "Alright! I'll be there!"

~X~O~X~
The meeting that afternoon with Hagrid went alright. We spoke mostly of our week and how classes were going, also that a break-in happened at Gringotts which Hagrid seemed rather shifty about, and accidently letting slip that he hand emptied that vault earlier that day. We didn't push him about it, much.

It was also announced later in the next week that we were going to be taking flying lessons with the Gryffindors. Harry wasn't so excited, saying that he didn't wish to humiliate himself in front of Draco. I sighed, the blonde had made it his life mission to pick on Harry and Ron, as well as trying to 'steer me back to the right path'.

"Angel, I don't see why you hang around those two blubber brains," he drawled one day in the common room.

I looked up from my homework. "I don't see why it's any of your business who I hang around with, Mr Malfoy."

He got up from his favorite armchair and sat beside me. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Draco? You know I'm only trying to help you. The Gryffindors hate you because you're a Slytherin, you don't want your own house to hate you because you are fraternizing with the enemy now do you?"

Putting my quill down, I turned to Draco with a mischievious glint in my eyes. "That maybe so...but," I turned my body toward him completely and leaned forward into his personal space. "you will always stay by me, right Draco?"

Draco gulped, his face slightly flushed. "I-I..."

I grinned and started leaning forward more as if to kiss him. "We will always be friends...right?" He licked his lips nervously and nodded mutely. I chuckled, kissing him on the cheek. "So now I have nothing to fear! I will always have you, Ryan and Harry! Maybe even Daphne!"

He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish before getting up and running up to his room. I bit my lip and giggled. Silly Slytherin. At that point the common room door opened and Ryan walked in followed by Draco's usual, not-so-little, flankies as well as Blaise Zabini. Ryan sat down next to me with a huff and glared at the other three boys, who were chatting like a group of old grannies about the Sunday market.

"I swear if there was speed limit for brooms, I definitely broke it millions of times!" said Crabbe.

I rolled my eyes. Boys. I got and sent my homework back to my room and pulled Ryan up. "Breakfast. Flying class today. Let's go watch these gorillas make a fool of themselves." Ryan chuckled and followed me out the common room to the Great Hall. Harry was sitting with Ron, Neville and Hermione and we made our way over to them. I sat myself down next to Ron, whom I dubbed Red, not failing to notice he shifted a few inches to the other side.

"Morning Harry!" I grinned and picked up the last blueberry muffin and handing it to Ryan. His favorite.

"Hey Eva, Ryan," he smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Tilting my head, I looked at him quizzically. "You alright?" I nibbled on a piece of toast.

He nodded. "I'm excited for the flying lesson, but I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of Malfoy. He's been on my case from the day we started here."

I nodded in understanding. "Oh, forget that git. Neither me nor Ryan have ever been on a broom either." Ryan was about to say something, but I stood on his foot making him shut up. "I trust from the green-ish look on Neville's face and the book that Bushy there is reading," I point to Hermione, who was focused on Quidditch Through The Ages. "that they haven't been either. You got nothing to worry about."

Harry visibly relaxed and sent me a genuine smile. "Thanks Eva."

The mail arrived. From the day that Alice sent me Gabriel I haven't received anything, neither did Harry. Draco and Ryan though were often sent candy from home and other weird things. "It's no big," I said as an owl dropped a package in Neville's lap. "And if Malfoy gives you any trouble, just tell me and I'll sort him out." Ron looked at our whole exchange with a sour look on his face.

"That's a Remembrall!" I heard Bushy shout. We all turned to look at Neville and Hermione. Neville's grandmother sent him a Remembrall. "It turns red when you've forgotten something." Just as Bushy finished her sentence the little glass ball turned a vibrant red.

Neville looked at us with a panicked look on his face. "That's great and all, but guys, what happens when I don't remember what I've forgotten!"

I bit my lip and giggled. "It'll come to you, don't worry." From the corner of my eye I saw Draco approach the table. As he passed, he took the little glass ball from Neville and examined it with his brow raised. "Give it back to him, Draco."

"Are you going to make me?" he smirked.

I raised a brow and smiled. "No, but McGonagall is heading this way and she watched Neville open the gift. I'm sure she would love to hear your explanation of why you're holding something that belongs to him without his permission." Almost immediately he dropped the Rememberall on the table and turned around to the teachers table where Professor McGonagall was just getting up from talking with Professor Dumbledore. I grinned as he turned around to glare at me. "Gotcha." He was just about to say something when someone called him from the Slytherin table.

"Draco! Over here!" I inclined my head to see Pugsy Parkinson waving madly. "Come sit with me!" I watch Draco grimace slightly.

"I believe your pet doggy is seeking attention. Maybe you should go give it to her before her yapping gets any louder," I smiled. He glared at me again, but said nothing. Instead slowly making his way over to the Slytherin table. I smirked and turned back to my breakfast.

When the afternoon approached, Ryan and I made our way over to the fields for our flying lesson with the Gryffindors. As Ryan was about to open the door though, I stopped him. "Wha-?" I shushed him. Someone was outside by the door and talking...about me. It was easy to identify Parkinson's annoying voice anywhere. "Ev?"

"One sec, Ry," I said standing with my forehead rested against the door. "Parkinson is talking about me." He nodded and pressed his ear against the door, since his hearing isn't as acute as mine.

"Honestly Draco. I don't understand why you keep talking to the stupid half-blood. I mean, she's not even that pretty! Compared to me, I mean," she said. Ryan sniggered and I rolled my eyes. "Wouldn't you agree Daphne?"

There was silence, except for the sound of uncomfortable shifting. "Well, I think Evangeline's really pretty. And...um...she's really clever and nice too."

Pansy, quite literally, snorted. "Oh silly Daphne. You are so blind. How is SHE pretty? And she's hardly clever! The professors just like her because she sucks up to them, so they give her good marks. And she's not at all nice! Don't you see she's trying to steal Ryan from you?"

"Pansy, you're wrong. Evangeline is nice. A-and there's nothing going on between me and Ryan. Besides, they're just really good friends," Daphne said in a quiet voice.

"Draco, you agree with me don't you?"

There was a yawn. "Mmhmm, whatever you say Pansy."

"There! You see?" Pansy said in a truimphant voice.

I looked at Ryan, who was now glaring at the floor, shaking. Reaching over I touched his arm and smiled at him. "She's not worth it," I smiled at him and tried to push the door open. It wouldn't budge. "What the-" I looked at Ryan and raised my brow. He shrugged and I turned back to the door and gave it heave. There was a screech and thud as the door flew open, revealing a very shocked Daphne and cackling Draco. There was a groan and I looked behind the door. Pansy lay face down in the dirt, she had been leaning against the door. "Um..." I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Sorry Parkinson. I thought the door got stuck so I pushed it a little hard...didn't expect you to be behind it."

She got up and glared daggers at me and muttered some...rather nasty things under her breathe.

"Well, I rate we should get to the field. Wouldn't want to be late for our first flying class would we?" I smiled and ran off, leaving Ryan behind. Draco had jumped off his perch and was now following me.

xoxox

Third Chapter finally up!
I'm sorry it took forever though. It was kinda rushed too, so I'm sorry if it isn't the greatest.

The writing is taking a little time to do, I'm just really lacking motivation lately to do anything. My boyfriend, just left today for the army, so I'm just sitting in my bed sulking and reading sappy romance novels. Mainly Dear John.

But yeah, tell me when you'd like to see the next chapter up and I'll do my best to snap out of my sulkiness to reach the deadline. It will probably be up within the next three weeks if we're all lucky.

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