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Grace
Eve was running through the forest. Her boots were splattered with mud and dirt from the melting winter snow. The wind whipped against her face like icicles shattering onto the cold ground. Her hair escaped from the grey beanie, tingling her neck with each gently falling bead of water. She stopped at the edge of the forest and turned around, she had run all the way from the Dwelling, through the meadow, past the lake, into the forest and to the beginning of the town. She breathed out and watched the chilled air float from her mouth.
Eve was heading for the town where the Snatchers had chased out of the villagers. That is where she last saw Fred and she was hoping that one of the remaining villagers could tell her what happened to him. Although, Dean said that they chased most of the Muggles out of the village and killed the rest, she wondered how many remained.
"Excuse, ma'am, can I help you?" said a voice. Eve turned her gaze from behind her to towards the town. An young blond man smiled at her, leaning uncomfortabily on his cane.
"Oh, actually you can, what happened here?" she said, noticing the large scar on the man's cheek. The smile on the man's face faded.
"Terrorists." he said, sighing loudly. Eve's eyebrows raised in shock. It did make sense, what would the Muggle Ministry say to them, they definietly weren't going to tell them it was Witches and Wizards.
"Really? How long ago?" she asked.
"A month ago. They killed the baker, Mr Briggs, one of them cut my face with this new type of knife. It was terrifying." he said, shuddering slightly. Eve looked at the young man and could feel the anger rising in her. How could the Snatchers prey on such innocent, peaceful people? Then it hit her, because of her. This young man would have to go through the rest of his life wearing that scar on his face because of her. A reminder to both him and her of the danger in their lives.
"What's your name?" she asked, touching the bottle of dittany in her bag.
"Galen, and you?"
"Molly. I can help you, with your scars." she said quickly.
"Really?" he said questioningly.
"Here, do you mind?" she said as she pulled out the vial of Dittany showed it to him. He looked at the labelled and shrugged.
"Sure." Eve approached him and dabbed a bit of the Dittany onto the rugged scar. He touched his face and gasped.
"It's gone?" Galen said. He touched it repeatiedly, not believing the sudden transformation.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I had a friend who was hurt in the attack. He's tall, kind of thin, flaming red hair, lot of freckles." she said, putting the cork back on the Dittany and looking quite hopefully at Galen.
"Yeah, I do remember, he said his name was Arthur, he was watching his Uncle's house a couple kilometres east. We offered him help, but he said he needed to go back to his parent's house. He left right after the attack." Galen said as he touched the newly smooth part on his face. Eve shoved her hand onto her mouth and felt a tiny tear run down her cheek, she gasped for air and bent over, resting her hands hands on her knees. He was alive.
"Thank you so much." she said, hugging Galen and kissing him on the cheek. "I can't thank you enough." Galen smiled at her and leaned on his cane as he started to speak.
"You were there weren't you? I remember seeing you." he said. Eve was shocked, what could she say? "The villagers aren't stupid, we know it wasn't terrorists. What terrorist speak with a Northen accent?" Eve looked at him and patted him on the shoulder.
"Thank you, very much Galen. I doubt I this will be the last time I meet you." Eve took her hand away from the young man's shoulder and smiled before apparating into thin air. Galen blinked. She was gone. That wonderful girl had just disappeared, he thought. He hoped that she found Arthur.
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Eve had apparated to the first place she thought of, Benny's Drugstore on Wilson St in London. She had gone there once with Ginny before going to the Leaky Caldorun. Ginny said that her Dad had brought her a Muggle drink that she had to try. It turned out to be very good, it was called Cola or something like that. When she opened her eyes she was standing in an aisle filled with the same cold Muggle drinks. She hadn't eaten in days and she didn't have any money, Wizarding or Muggle. She looked to ground, taking her eyes away from the drinks and when she was about to let out a sigh she noted a small Muggle bill on the floor. She kneeled down and picked it up. She remembered that Muggles called their money pounds, and the bill had a large twenty on it. Eve held the twenty pound note in her hand and whispered the spell 'Geminio' under her breathe, praying that her concentration would allow her to use the magic despite her lack of wand.
Then another twenty pound appeared, and another, and another. Soon Eve was holding a total of three hundred pounds in her hand. She bought a cola and box of Muggle cookies. Quickly she sat down on a bench in the park and stuffed her face, washing the dry cookies down with the sweet bubbly liquid.
She had to find a new wand but she couldn't just waltz into Ollivanders abandoned shop as herself. She needed to use her first vial of Polyjuice. She grabbed her bag and grabbed the small box with Polyjuice vials. Passing muggles gave her odd, confused looks. A young girl with little vials must have been odd to Muggles.
Eve got up and tucked one little vial of Polyjuice into her pocket. She needed to find a Muggle girl to get some hair from. She started walking through the streets of Muggle London, looking out for a Muggle girl.
"Oh excuse me!" Eve exclaimed, tapping the shoulder of a woman on her cell phone. The blonde woman, who was around her early 30s, turned around and looked at Eve.
"What? I'm talking on the phone." Eve looked at the tiny shinny thing in her hand and nodded.
"I'm sorry, but do you know where the nearest drugstore is?" the woman looked at her and rolled her eyes.
"There's one just down the street. On your left." the woman returned to her phone and started to talk again.
"Oh well...thank you." Eve said unsure of what to do. The woman slanted her eyebrows and looked at Eve again. My god, this woman, Eve thought, fine here it goes. Eve quickly tugged the woman's hair and grabbed a couple of strands before running off and ducking into an alley behind some clothing store.
She put the blonde strand of hair into the vial and watched as it turned from a thick, brown bubbling liquid to a ashy grey. Eve took a sniff of the Polyjuice and gagged, the stench of cigarrettes and vomit filled Eve's nostrills. Quickly Eve took drank the vial, coughing and controlling the urge to vomit.
Her auburn hair lightened to ash blonde, her eyes turned to a dark brown and her nosesgrew a harsh bump in the bridge.
The transformation was done and she way ready to find her wand. She clenched her eyes and bit her lip. Eve thought of Ollivander's wand shop and soon she could smell the dusty boxes around her. She open her eyes and saw the rows upon rows of wands. Where would she start?
Her wand was made from Cedar wood and Unicorn hair, twelve inches long and unyielding. Surely there was a wand somewhere in the shop that could fit her.
She picked up a box, Ash, Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches, flexible. She gave it a swish and immedietly sent a shock up her hand, causing her to drop on the floor.
"Definietly not." she whispered. She grabbed another box at the end of the store, Maple, Phoneix feather, 9 1/2 inches. She gave it a quick tap and suddenly the wand shot across the room, hitting a glass on the counter, shattering it into a million pieces.
"My goodness." said Eve, checking her watch, worried that the Polyjuice potion would wear off. She quickly grabbed a brown leather box at the top of the shelf. She gave it twirl and a boquet of purple thalictrum, flowers that grew in the Dwelling's meadow, sprouted gracefully from her wand. Eve grabbed the boquet and slipped the wand into her back pocket, reading the wand's characteristics, Pear, Unicorn hair, 14 1/2 inches, unyielding.
"Perfect." whispered Eve, smiling with satisfaction.
"Eh! Who's 'ere?" yelled a voice from outside the shop, Eve turned her head quickly and noticed a tall, stocky Snatcher at the enterance the shop. Quickly she apparated, leaving Ollivanders. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was at the shop, the twin's shop, still holding the boquet of purple thalictrum. It was open, there were a few kids in the shop, browsing the collections. Eve looked at the till, a gloomy looking redhead was playing with one of the products.
"George." she said under her breath, looking at him with awe. He looked up and clenched his fist in frustration.
"If you are looking for Harry Potter, I don't know." he snapped. Eve stepped back a bit and watched as George got up from his seat and to stand defiantly in front of the counter.
Eve stood, speechless. He was here, in front of her. Where was Fred? Was here? Was he okay? Where was Amelie? Where is everyone she thought. She was bursting with questions.
"Wher-"she stopped herself. She was the reason the villagers were hurt and killed. She wasn't going to let anyone else die because of her. "A girl wanted me to give this to you and your brother ." she said, handing George the boquet of purple thalictrum. George looked down at the flowers she placed into her hands. Eve could feel the bump in her nose starting to disappear. She quickly covered her hand over her nose and noticed her hair was starting to fade to the normal auburn. George looked up from the flowers.
"What was the girl's-" he paused and stared at her. "Eve?" he said, his eye's wide and confused.
"I'm so sorry." she said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before her appearance returned to normal.
George's POV
She just disappeared. Eve was right there! I looked down at the bundle of flowers in my hands. They looked like the ones that grew by the Dwelling, purple and little with long green stems.
"Oh merlin, what about Fred? What I am going to tell Fred?" I said gripping onto the flowers. Fred hadn't been to the shop in weeks. Mum told me that one day he just showed up at the house, all bloody and bruised, going absoluetly mental. He kept screaming Eve's name, over and over. Dad said that some Snatchers must have used the Cruciartus curse on him. He was quiet, didn't speak at all, just cried a lot. One morning Mum tried to ask him where Eve was and he just looked at her and said quite flatly that she was probably dead.
Mum started to cry a lot after that, between Ron going back to help Hermione and Harry, Ginny be stuck at Hogwarts and Fred silently going mad while Eve was thought to be dead, she was destroyed. Dad tried to cheer her up, but usually she just kept herself busy with cooking and cleaning.
"I'm closing up shop early, out, out!" I said to the few kids who were the shop. They left and I quickly grabbed my coat and scarf, locking up the store as I started to walk casually down the streets of Diagon Alley.
Snatcher and Deatheaters were everywhere. Sitting in the places that good witches and wizards used to sit. I kept my head down, in fear of one of them trying to enterain their day and impress one another now that the Unforgivable curses were legal.
I opened the door to Whizz Hard Books, where Amelie was working.
"Mel! We have to leave" he yelled from the bottom of the staircase.
"Coming." she shouted back. In a split second Mel was running down the staircase with her book bag over her shoulder, her red hair bouncing against her red jacket.
"What's wrong?" she asked. She looked scared and confused. I put my hand on her lower back and smiled just as well aparated into the middle of the Burrow's kitchen. Mum jumped up and threw a soup spoon into the air.
"For melin's sake, George!" she snapped, swatting me with the spoon. I shielded myself from the blows, just before Fred entered the room.
"What's going on?" he asked. Everyone turned to look at me. They all look so different, more tired and worn.
"I saw Eve." I said quickly. Fred swore loudly and ran at me for a hug while Amelie sat down in shock.
"Is she okay?" asked Mum.
"She was a bit cut up, she looked fine though." I said.
"Where is she now?" asked Mel from the chair she was sitting in, still stunned from the news.
"She apparated, I don't know where." I noticed Fred's tensed hands, I looked at him and waited for his reaction.
"I have to find her." he said, too quiet for anyone but me to hear. I looked at him and nodded, knowing that somewhere out there Eve was alive and breathing.