Chapter four
A/N: I OWN NOTHING!
Evan walked up to the Hogsmeade train station and got in line for a ticket to Paris.
"Next!"
"One ticket to Paris, please," Evan requested, his hand playing with the chain in his pocket.
"Exit papers," the man said bored.
Evan stood there a minute confused. He didn't have any papers. The man got impatient and so closed the window. Evan left the station disappointed.
"Pst!" a tall red-haired man hissed from an ally way. Evan pointed to himself. "Yeah you!"
"Heard you need exit papers," the man said as Evan walked up to him. "See Ginny, she can help."
"Where can I find her?" Evan said, his hand tightening his grip on his wand.
"You don't trust me?" the man asked, having noticed this.
"You don't lend yourself well to be trusted," Evan told him.
"The name's George. George Weasley," the man said and Evan relaxed. The Weasleys were a good family in the Wizarding world.
"Where can I find her?" Evan asked again.
"At the old Palace," George said. "But you didn't hear it from me."
With that, he snuck back into the shadows leaving Evan confused.
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G.W/N.T
At the studio, try-outs for the fake Harry Potter were not going all that well.
"Sirius, it's me. Harry Potter," one boy strutted out on stage and said the lines without any emotion. Ginny let her head fall on the table.
Leaving the studio, Tonks said, "Can we give up now? It's hopeless. We will never find the right boy to fill this role."
"Keep your hopes up Tonks," Ginny said accidently bumping into Evan. "The right boy is out there somewhere."
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H.P (Evan)
Peering into the boarded up windows of Hogwarts castle, Evan wondered who could possibly live there. The man he had asked directions for wondered if he was joking when he told him that he was looking for someone who lived there. The owl that had followed him there flew in through a gap between two boards.
"Hedwig," he hissed. The owl did not return. Carefully, Evan pried off a hunk of board—which caused him to fall backwards and a loud crash to follow. Getting up, he walked in carefully to the palace. The place was huge; with old relics left around gathering dust.
"Hedwig?" Evan called walking around. His threadbare coat gave him some warmth in the non-heated castle. Picking up a plate and blowing off the dust, the image of a young boy being thrown into the air playfully by a man appeared but then faded as quickly as it came.
"Huh?" Evan shook his head. Must have been a trick of the light. Everywhere he turned, it was like memories of a dream. Running a hand over a mural of a snitch, he began to explore even more of the place.
Dancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December
Evan walked into a big room, which looked to be a former ballroom.
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
Ghosts appeared out of nowhere and began to dance around. Two pairs of the ghosts bowed/curtsied to him.
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
His ragtag clothing changed magically into robes of the best quality. One by one, he danced with the female ghosts, or whatever you wanted to call them.
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember
Suddenly, the girl he was dancing with left him. Turing around, Evan saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with red hair pulled back in a ponytail.
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
The woman kissed Evan on the forehead and then went back to the small family that was waiting off to the side. Evan just stood there, half bowed.
"OI!"
Evan's head shot up to see a girl shouting at him.
A/N: Dun, dun, dun! So, what did you think? Still good?
I know, it's still short. I really can't control the length of the chapters though.
Well, technically I can but I don't know what else to put. Every chapter just seems to end at the right spot.