If JK was a character from the tv-show Heroes, then I would be Peter, absorbing her powers a bit and trying to learn from her. However, not, as the lexicon, trying to become her.

11. (About Remembering and Talking)

-When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.-

Japanese Proverb

Ginny tried not to think too much about the events of her first year. Most of the horrible things she couldn't remember, and the things that she could weren't pleasant. She still felt ashamed when she recalled how she had fallen for the boy in the diary. About how she had painted something awful on the wall near the bathroom of Myrtle and how she had tarnished the boys' dormitory to pieces.

However, that didn't mean she was scared of her past. She had accepted that those things had happened, and was glad that it was over. Her second year at Hogwarts was the first year that she counted, since that was when she had finally started to make some friends. Evelyn had been one of the first.

Evelyn seemed to be a lonely, quiet sort of girl, but as Ginny eventually discovered, appearances were certainly deceiving. She was quiet, yes, but was rather funny when called upon. Her shyness rarely presented itself, unless they were in lessons and she didn't know the answers. Ginny learned quickly that Evelyn was actually a girl after the bold tradition of Fred and George; everything those older brothers had never wanted to tell her, Ginny had learned from Evelyn, like how to sneak into the kitchens, and which passageways one could take to get rid of Mrs. Norris. The fun had increased exponentially when she had introduced her to Fred and George, who deemed her to be "the bravest girl besides Ginny."

In short, Evelyn had been the one to make the real Ginny Weasley come out of her shell and open up to others again.

Now, however, it seemed to be the other way around. Where Ginny was well-known for her outgoing personality, Evelyn seemed to become increasingly silent. In the few days that had passed since the beginning of term, she acted more and more coldly to everyone around her, and especially towards Ginny.

Ginny really wanted to make things right, but she honestly didn't know what she had done. Sure, she hadn't written that often during summer, but Evelyn never expected that: Expressing her feelings on a piece of paper hadn't become her favourite hobby after first year. Evelyn knew that. Suzie had suggested that Evelyn was jealous of Ginny's relationship with Dean, but that had to be nonsense: Evelyn hadn't had problems with Ginny and Michael last year, and right before the holidays had started, she seemed to be perfectly fine with Ginny and Dean being a couple.

By Friday, after a particularly cold shoulder during potions, Ginny had had it. When the bell rang, she grabbed her friend's bag and her own, swung them both over her shoulder and took her friend by the elbow. Ignoring Evelyn's sputtering and the weird looks people in the corridor were giving her, she dragged her friend along until they found an empty classroom.

She pushed Evelyn into one of the chairs and dropped both of their book bags on the floor.

"Okay, and now tell me what's bothering you," she spat. "What have I done, what has anybody done to make you so angry?"

For a moment, she expected Evelyn to shout back and storm right out of the room, but then she did something completely unexpected.

She burst into tears.

In the four years she had known Evelyn, Ginny had never seen her cry. She had seen her shocked, when Cedric Diggory had died and Dumbledore had given that speech at the end of their third year and a few tears might have ran over her face, but she'd never seen her really cry. Something truly awful must have happened for Evelyn to be crying like this.

Ginny leaned forward to hug her gently, but Evelyn only cried harder, spilling rivers of tears onto Ginny's shoulder.

Holding her silently, while the girl seemed to spill whole rivers on her shoulder, she wondered what had made such an impact.

A door opened, and Ginny looked up, to see Luna standing in the door opening.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought I heard the sounds of a Lacrimantanic."

"Never mind, Luna," Ginny said softly, and she waved to the girl who turned around and left.

"A what?" she heard Evelyn ask.

"A Lacrimantic off course," she grinned, and looking at her friend. "Are you all right again?"

"Yes.. no…I don't know. I'm sorry I've been acting so weird last week."

"That's okay. Do…Do you want to tell me why you're so upset?"

Evelyn shook her head. "Did you hear about everything that was happening over the summer holidays? Trolls destroying towns and everything?"

Ginny nodded, a horrible feeling coming over her. She'd been so involved with attempting to avoid Fleur for most of the summer holidays that she'd never made the connection between one of the towns she'd read about in the Prophet with the one in Evelyn's address.

"Our house got destroyed." Ginny's mouth fell open.

"Are your parents all right? And your brother?" Evelyn started to cry again, but this time silently. She nodded.

"My dad is fine. Even helped to clean up the mess with some other wizards who live nearby. My mum was knocked out by some falling wood. She's fine now, but she and my dad are having constant fights about me."

"You?" said Ginny, bewildered. She had once met Evelyn's mother, and for a Muggle, she was pretty reasonable when it came to magic.

"Mum doesn't want me to be here. She says that it'll be hard enough for us to build our home again without a daughter who's learning the same tricks at school that wrecked our house in the first place." Ginny looked at her, shocked.

"My dad doesn't agree, of course," Evelyn continued. "He's proud I'm magical like he is. But he can't deny the fact that it's getting more and more dangerous every minute and that if there are more of these things happening in the upcoming school year, he's going to write to Dumbledore and take me out of school."

"That's awful!" Ginny's mouth felt very dry and she realised that there was a lump in her throat

"Yes, but it makes a lot of sense. Hogwarts is probably You-Know-Who's first target and I'm not a pureblood witch like you are. My mum and my brother are exactly the kind of people he wants to get rid of, so it's not safe for me to be here."

"No, but neither is your home. Oh, Evelyn, why didn't you tell me sooner? I would have invited you to the Burrow to stay there during the summer!"

"You seemed to be so busy. Your parents are involved in the Order – don't try to deny it, I heard you talking to Ron last year – so I would only be in the way. And you had Dean, and your other friends to worry about—"

Evelyn started to cry again, and Ginny leaned forward to hug her again.

"But you were there first," she said softly.

hope you guys liked it and didn't see the Evelyn-thing coming from miles ago... Hope you also thought it wasn't corny or anything...

huge thanks to Lisa!

If I'm ever done with this story (it's getting so much longer then expected) and have done Hermione, Ginny and the Deathly Hallows (because I just can't wait to make up all the hidden Ginny-action in there), I might even do a story about Ginny alone in her second year... her first year creeps me out, and I'm really not good in writing Voldemort, so I'll just tell about her second year.

Second note: You might perhaps have read every disclaimer on top of every chapter... I like to use a lot of metaphores, but... it's getting a bit hard to think of some...Please let me know if you have some!

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