Hi guys! I hope you like the chapter. Just an update, I will be traveling for 10 days starting next Saturday and may be unable to find internet access, meaning that the next couple of chapters won't be out for a bit. Thanks for the understanding!

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Grace

Once Fred had stated his intent to find Eve, she was already back in Diagon Alley. Quietly, she had snuck up behind a Muggle girl in a convience store and used the Severing Charm to cut of a inch of hair across the bottom of her ponytail while still in London. She used a tiny bit of this hair for her new identity, a young, boring Witch who lives in a flat by Diagon Alley. Eve had arrived at Diagon Alley as her new self, shorter by at least 2 inches, a bigger bust size and long brown hair that reached to at least to her waist. She had returned to Ollivander's, guiltyly borrowing a few galleons and sickles from the box under th counter, promising to herself she would pay him back. With those galleons and sickles she bought a new pair of robes for when she went out in public while under the effects of the polyjuice potion. And as Fred and George apparated back to the shop, Eve was wandering the streets, searching for a flat.

"Stop, girl." said a rough voice. Eve turned around and stood face to face with a tall, thick man dressed in grey and black robes. He eyed her suspiciously, touching the new robes that hung elegantly from her form. "What is your name, girl?" he said in more of a demand that a question.

"Alicia Spinnet." she said thinking of the first pure blood girl she went to school with. The man looked at her for a second and pulled his hand away from her robe, continuing his walk down the deserted alley. Eve's heart slowed for a second and she let out a tiny sigh of relief. Alicia would have killed her if she knew.

She continued watching the man, waiting for him to turn the corner so she could resume her search for a new flat. As the tail of his coat followed his bloated legs, Eve started to walk again. The cobblestone streets were becoming increasingly more empty as dark night clouds started to gather in the already ominous sky, leaving on Eve and a few other people to wander.

She stopped at the entrance of Ollivander's again, studying the broken glass the stuck sharply from the window's various wood frames. Wands were scattered by the enterance, some broken, revealing their core, others still lay intact, ready for a witch or wizard. Eve let out a long breathe and felt her clothes becoming loose. The blouse started to sufficate her as the long skirt drooped crookiedly. The polyjuice potion was wearing off and she needed to find a place to hide immedietly. Eve turned to head to the sides, checking for Death-eaters or Snatchers. The streets were empty and her hair was already starting to show it's true red colour. Without thinking Eve ducked into Ollivander's, her mousy brown hair starting to brighten with streaks of auburn colouring.

The inside of Ollivanders was torn apart, papers scattered across the floor and broken chairs lying against the shop's counter. Eve started to walk betwen the tight shelves to the back of the shop, watching to make sure her footsteps didn't make too much noisebut the crunching sounds of glass were utterly unavoidable in the sharp pathway. The once welcoming shop was now covered with the Deatheaters blanketed effects, darkness, silence and hostility. Eve looked behind her shoulder, gripping her wand in case of a Snatcher of Deatheater, luckily it was not needed as there was nothing but empty street.

She carried on, squeezing through the shelves and coming upon a small staircase leading to the upstairs. Eve pulled her slipping bag up and placed her foot of the creaky board. Small drips of water fell onto the ruined store as an unexpected thunder show a rose. eve turned her head and watched the front of the shop, her heart pounding as the smell of fresh rain drifted up her nose.

"Nigel! If you're hiding in here, I'll find you!" yelled the giggly voice of a young witch who stood drunkingly in the front of the shop.

Eve froze midway up the stairs as the tipsy voice travelled through the shop. She watched from a far as the girl took a drink from the firewhiskey in her hand and stumbled over chairs.

Eve looked up the stairway and quietly climbed the loose steps, the harsh rain covering any of the soudnds. While the drunk girl rested her head against the stack of wands and started to hiccup, Eve was lookiing around the small house of Ollivander's that had sat above his shop for many years. The room had obviously been torn apart. Just like the downstairs there was papers scattered across the floor, depicting the makes of wands stored in the shelves below.

There was a small cot of to the side which looked rather inviting. Eve took a step forward and sat down on the feathered bed. From downstairs, a loud shriek sounded following by hideous snort like giggles.

"Nigel! You scared me!" yelled the drunk girl so loud that most likely all of Diagon Alley heard her.

But soon the girl and Nigel left and Eve was all alone once more. She rested her auburn hair down on the pillow, forgetting that she had changed from the brown haired girl and then back to herself. Sher let out a tiny yawn while thoughts of the Weasley family floated in and out of her mind. She could see Fred sleeping in his bed as George stayed up late and talked to Mel. Molly and Arthur were probably worrying sick about Ron and Ginny. Bill and Fleur were perhaps watching the moon at Shell Cottage. God only knows what Charlie was doing, Eve laughed to herself.

And soon the cheery redheads faded from her mind and were replaced by uninterupted sleep.