AFTER THE OPENING FEAST
Walking out of the Great Hall, Ron was asking what classes Hermione was taking to see how much of his homework he was going to have to do himself this year while Harry lagged behind.
"Harry," Evey ran up beside him, "I wanted to ask you before but would've gotten a howling from Mrs. Weasley. Did you get the packages I sent over summer? Muggle mail is god awful so I knew they couldn't track it."
That word triggered a memory, "Yeah apparently there's a lot of things the Ministry can't track." He had been so oblivious to all the warning signs until that piece of information linked it all together. Her constant visits to Dumbledore her second year, the whole thing with Sirius third year, and now being a member of the Order.
Evey reached out for his arm, "Harry—" but he swiped it away and turned on her.
"I almost get expelled for defending myself but you've been doing underage magic for three years?"
She was about to protest but gave in and sighed, "I started getting visions second year. Divination magic isn't something I can control."
"And like I control what happens to me? Like it was my fault that Voldemort came back, that Cedric died, and everyone thinking I'm lying 'bout it all? Control like whatever the Order isn't telling me—what you're not telling me?"
He turned around and left her standing in the middle of the corridor.
SEAMUS INSULTS HARRY