Author's Note: I do not own any characters, except Evelynn Edwards, from the Harry Potter series. I also don't own any of the magic that is used or brought up; along with any locations within this fanfic. All things magical and anything affiliated with the Harry Potter series is strictly that of J.K. Rowling, author of the series.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of laughing voices. "Huh?" I mumbled as I turned over. That was when I realized that I wasn't in my dormitory. I saw Gryffindors walking out of the common room laughing and staring at me. I saw Hermione give me a disapproving look before leaving. I could tell that I was still dirty from last night's Quidditch game with Fred and George as I peered down at my robes.

I looked over on the sofa next to me and I saw Harry; on the opposite couch Ron was snoring. The last thing that I remember was that Harry and Ron were playing wizard's chess. Why didn't they wake me up? Why didn't they go to their dormitories?

I begrudgingly nudged Harry and I heard him say something that sounded like, "No, Ron." I couldn't help but laugh. I shook him harder until he jolted awake.

"Evelyn?" He questioned looking around the common room probably coming to the same conclusion that I had just realized.

"We fell asleep in the common room," I mumbled. "Wake up Ron. I'm going to get ready for class." I yawned and a stretched crawled along my spine.

By the time I had finished taking a shower, getting new robes, and pulling my hair back into a braid I had decided that I wanted to wear my Gryffindor necklace. I had gotten it recently from my father when I got sorted into the House. It was supposed to be a secret from Mum because I was still in trouble in her eyes.

I was running late to Professor Flitwick's class. I burst into his classroom while he was talking and I quickly apologized. Luckily, Harry, Ron, and I had finished our homework for his class.

After charms, I was starving because I missed last night's dinner and this morning's breakfast. I hurried to the Great Hall barely acknowledging Harry and Ron were behind me talking about some vague topic. I didn't even look at the Slytherin table because my mind was focused on food. It was until I had food in my stomach that I became a lot friendlier.

"Who won last night?" I asked Harry after I shoved a spoonful of pudding into my mouth.

"Me, of course. I'm chamopin of Wizard's chess," Ron boasted.

"Right. I forgot." I replied scarfing down more food. "I'm sooo hungry!"

"We can tell," Ron and Harry said in unison.

"I can't believe we fell asleep in the common room," I stated awkwardly trying to talk and eat at the same time. "Hermione gave me an evil look."

"Who cares how Hermione looks at you. It's not against the rules to sleep in the common room," Harry paused and then looked at Ron, "is it?" Ron just shrugged.

After I was filled up with food we decided to start heading out onto the grounds for the flying lessons. It wasn't until we were half way out of the Great Hall when Malfoy stepped in front of us. Why he messed with us when teachers were around was beyond my comprehension.

"Well isn't it Potter and Edwards. Tell me, how does it feel to be the celebrity couple?" He teased.

"Not this again. Don't you have a life, Malfoy?" I questioned.

"No," Ron scoffed.

"Shut up Weasley." Malfoy spat. He then quickly recomposed his seething look with an icy smile. "You know we have flying lessons together."

"What?" Harry, Ron, and I yelled in surprise.

"Now you'll really learn how to fly because I've been flying my entire life," he continued to brag.

"So what?" I questioned. "How does that make you special? Ron has been flying his entire life too." Ron's face flushed a bright red and Malfoy sneered at him before stalking off.

"Do you really think Malfoy is as good as he says?" Harry asked as we continued towards the grounds.

"Maybe, but who cares. He's a git and always will be one!" I whipped my head around to look at Harry and make sure he wasn't taking what Malfoy was saying too seriously.

Madam Hooch walked out onto the fields just as the three of us caught up with the rest of the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Harry was a natural, like I knew he would be, and Ron was actually a decent flyer. It wasn't until Neville lost control of his broom and broke his wrist that we had to stop the lesson.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear." She cooed to Neville.

Most of use began to small talk as we waited for Madam Hooch to get back. All of the sudden Lavender and Parvati came up to me to comment on my necklace.

"That necklace is so pretty Evelyn." Parvati Patil said with a glitter in her brown eyes. It was weird hearing compliments like those from girls. I usually get compliments that say how talented or funny or cool I am, but rarely do I hear how pretty I am.

"Yeah, it makes your eyes pop!" Lavender giggled. Her comment didn't really make sense since my eyes were gray-blue and the necklace was red, but I smiled and thanked them nonetheless hoping it was the correct response for that situation.

"Yeah, Edwards. You look sooo pretty," Malfoy, who was obviously eavesdropping, imitated Lavender's voice. "Pretty ugly." He laughed along with Crabbe, Goyle, and other Slytherin girls.

"Leave her alone Malfoy." I heard Harry say and I watched as Ron stepped up by his side.

"Why would anyone have a necklace with a hideous Griffin on it?" Malfoy questioned. I quickly stepped back before he could touch it.

"Obviously someone in Gryffindor." I stated like it was the most obvious reason in the world. He reached for the necklace again and this time I didn't back up in time as he yanked it off my neck. I heard it snap, but when I reached up to touch it, it wasn't there; Malfoy had it in his hand.

"Did you just break my necklace?" I asked barely containing my anger only with shock. If he broke my necklace, I'd have to explain it to my dad. I hope he won't be too upset.

"Give it back to her Malfoy," Harry said and Malfoy glared at him.

"What are you going to do about it Potter?" Malfoy questioned while he took his brook and lifted off the ground. I felt Hermione at my arm holding me back, but he had something important and I wasn't going to let him take it. Before I could get my broom, Harry had his and he had lifted off the ground with ease; he flew straight at him.

"Give it here, Malfoy or I'll knock you off your broom." Harry yelled.

He laughed at Harry's threat. "Alright, Potter, here it is." He stretched his arm back and threw the necklace, my necklace, straight passed Harry. Without a backward glance, Harry turned around and whipped through the air. Malfoy just kept laughing as he lowered himself to the ground. Everyone was staring at Harry, but I turned around to stomp over to Draco.

"What is your problem?" I yelled and reached out to hit at him anywhere I could, but he caught my wrist so I couldn't do anything. I tried to pull away from him but he just smirked and tightened his grip. "I swear Malfoy, if my necklace is broken then I will definitely not hold back."

"This is you holding back?" Malfoy laughed shaking my wrists in my face.

The Slytherins were watching Malfoy and me while the Gryffindors were watching Harry. They gasped and I turned my head to stare at him. He was in a nose dive and at the last second he pulled up and my mouth fell open in surprise. I felt Malfoy's grip tighten around my wrists and I turned around to look at him.

Everyone was cheering as Harry landed, but then there was a sudden silence and Malfoy quickly let go of my wrists.

"Harry Potter! In all my years—Come with me, immediately!" Professor McGonagall yelled from behind us.

I found Harry's eyes right before he left. He couldn't be expelled for this because I did worse on my first day! Ron ran over to me with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry Ron, Harry can't be expelled. He just can't!" I emphasized. It wasn't until ten minutes later that Madam Hooch told us that the lesson was over. Ron and I immediately ran to find Harry.

"What do you think McGonagall will do?" Ron asked as we ran towards the common room. I didn't answer him because my thoughts were on Malfoy; if he got Harry expelled, I would be extremely mad.

"Malfoy is such a git!" I huffed and Ron started in on a rant about him.

When we reached the common room we didn't see Harry there. Ron and I tucked ourselves against the sofa thinking about what could have happened to him. We even left an hour early to dinner because we were so nervous.

It wasn't until dinner actually started in the Great Hall that we finally saw Harry and he had a smile on his face.

"Harry!" I called out and quickly waved him over. Ron's face turned red from the sudden attention because of me yelling. "Harry! What happened?"

"What do you mean?" He asked as he sat down next to me.

"What do we mean? The last time we saw you, McGonagall had caught you flying! We thought you were expelled!" I rushed.

"Oh, I thought I was too, but that's not why she wanted me. She saw me flying and long story short…I'm the new seeker on the Quidditch team." He explained.

Both me and Ron stared at him, probably with our mouths hanging open and dazed looks on our faces.

"M-Merlin's beard, Harry!" I yelled and noticed several people turn in their seats, both Harry and Ron jumped in their seats by my reaction. "I can't believe it! That is so bloody wicked! They never let first years on Quidditch teams."

"I know," he laughed, "McGonagall said that it's hasn't happened in a hundred years." Ron still hadn't said anything.

"Oh wait, then we won't be seeing you as much." I stated.

"Only at nights."

I was so amazed that I couldn't even eat and then Jeb flew in from the high window. It was another letter from my father and my mood instantly fell.

Dear Evelyn,

Your mother is still spending a lot of time with Narcissa Malfoy. She says that it's just old friends catching up, but I never liked it when they hung out even at school. Narcissa has always been obnoxious even when we were all at Hogwarts. The main reason I'm telling you this is because she is talking to Lucius Malfoy now, of all people. She never liked him when they went to school. I don't like her associating with the Malfoys. It's not good if the Ministry sees them together. I'm not saying your mother would go as far as talking about Voldemort, but they are talking about something. Now listen to me Evey, I know that your grandfather has told you everything and has even taught you many spells. This is because I didn't want to be one of those parents that hide everything from their kids. I believe the truth is always the best answer rather than a lie or avoidance. It always puts people at a disadvantage when that happens. So I think you should start training again. With me.

Respond as soon as you can.

Love dad.

I felt another sinking feeling in my stomach as soon as I was finished reading the letter. My dad was always the happy go-lucky guy and when he talks all serious, I get worried. My eyes found their way to Malfoy and his blonde hair. He was laughing and eating chocolate that his precious mommy got him. I clenched my fists which crumbled the letter. I had to write him back and I had completely lost my appetite at this point so I stormed off to the common room.

Once I reached a table, I grabbed a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink and began writing:

Don't worry. Mom wouldn't do anything like that. Training begins when I get home.

-Evelyn.

I attached the note to Jeb, who was perched on my shoulder, when Harry and Ron burst into the common room. I carried Jeb to the window and whispered the directions, but Jeb knew where to go.

"I'm beginning to think you're mental." Ron exclaimed with a mouthful of food.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing." I murmured watching Jeb fly out of sight. I turned around and plastered a smile on my face, "I was just done eating."

"It looked like you were mad." Harry said.

"Yeah and you barely ate anything." Ron rebuked.

The smile slid of my face as I stared at them two. "Are you guys being serious? You really want to know who I was writing to?"

"No we wanted to know what was wrong." Harry replied.

"Nothing is wrong. I was just writing to my father."

"Then why didn't you just say that?"

"Why did I have to say anything? When someone says they're fine then it usually means they are!" I spit out with a growing irritation. Ron, finally realizing the mood, looked up at me while Harry just stared with a confused look on his face. "Sorry, it's just…not important." I shrugged. "I'm going to bed."

I didn't feel bad for snapping at them because I was too busy thinking about my mum and dad. I slipped off my uniform and pulled on my sweats, but even then I couldn't fall asleep. Even when Hermione, Lavendar, and Parvati came in, I pretended to be asleep.

My mother hasn't been a particularly bad mother; I never thought of her as evil, but I don't understand why she would be hanging out with the Malfoys. Is it just because of similar views on things? Or is it, as she claims, old friends hanging out?

I tossed over in frustration. I just couldn't think of a reason why someone could tolerate a Malfoy, or any death eater. Didn't she understand that one of them killed grandpa?

Then a thought occurred to me: Why should she care? It wasn't her father that died; it was her husband's father. However, I don't remember her looking sad after what happened. Dad looked horrible, but she was blank.

It wasn't until one or two in the morning when my eyes finally shut and I fell into a dreamless sleep.