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Chapter 52: Contemplative

A/N: W O W this is a sight for sore eyes! I've gotten tons of comments asking for this to be brought back and so I found this crappy draft for chapter 52 for you guys! HOWever...

I'm not back really? So here's the thing: I've LOVED writing this! It's been super fun and stuff and it'll always have a place in my heart, but over the past year and a bit I've been going through a lot of mental illness stuff and also I've just been focusing my writing on my original novel that's not close to being published but I wish it was because it is my pride and joy and once it's published I can finally start working more on my OTHER million novel ideas I have

I don't think I'll ever be able to finish this fanfic. I love it but I also hate it. There are so many flaws and it's not my greatest writing and, let's be honest, Evanna's not the greatest character. You've all been SO sweet to me, and I hate that I have to say this, but I just honestly don't think I'll be continuing with this. I had so many cute plans for Evanna and George and for all the other pairings too, but realistically, it's not gonna happen :(

I love you all so much, thank you for supporting me throughout this whole mess of a story! If you're interested in starting to keep in contact, or if you're interested in my original novel, or if you're interested in potentially continuing Evanna's story or just learning about what other plans I had for the rest of it, please feel free to send me a message, here or on any of my other social medias :) if you're actually interested in me as a person and my weird life, check my instagram, cupcakeofawesomeness! That's where I post all my life stuff and art :)

Thank you all again for making this such a fun experience. Maybe I'll write another fanfic here and there, but this is unfortunately where Evanna's story must end. I love you all.


"What the fuck, Hermione?!"

"Third f-bomb," Hermione muttered nervously. "Okay, you're obviously mad, I'm sorry, but I'll explain in a few minutes. Right now, we need to get somewhere more private."

Hermione pulled Evanna into a broom closet, listening at the door.

"Broom closet? Are you trying to seduce me, Granger?" Evanna smirked despite the situation.

"Nah, I know your type: tall, ginger, and freckly," Hermione muttered in reply, also smirking a bit. "Ah, I hear footsteps . . . Yes, I think that's us."

Evanna, who had been blushing lightly at Hermione's comment, now gave her a confused look. "Okay, what is going on, Hermione?"

Hermione sighed, and turned to her friend. "We've just gone back in time. Three hours back."

"Oh my gosh, so that necklace —"

"A Time-Turner," Hermione said.

"So that's how you've been doing so many classes!" Evanna gasped. "That is so cool! Also, completely unhealthy, please do not do that again next year."

"I won't," Hermione said, though she seemed sidetracked, focusing on the footsteps outside the door. "I'm sure it's us. It doesn't sound like more than three people . . . and we're walking slowly because we're under the Invisibility Cloak . . ."

"I love those powers of deduction," Evanna grinned.

"Okay, now I need you to help me with your powers of deduction," Hermione said, turning back to face Evanna. "Why would Dumbledore send us three hours back in time?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Evanna asked. "Dumbledore wants us to save Sirius!"

"But how?"

"Well, he sent us three hours back for a reason . . ." Evanna mulled over the situation, and then snapped her fingers. "He wants us to save Buckbeak too!"

"What?"

"We're three hours back — before Buckbeak was executed! Dumbledore told us the exact window where Sirius was being held, right? He wants us to save Buckbeak to fly up and save Sirius!"

Hermione gasped. "You're right, you must be right! But it'll be incredibly difficult — we can't be seen."

"I think I'm getting a grasp on how it works," Evanna said. "Now come on! We have a Hippogriff to save!"


"I understand it now," Evanna mused, out of the blue. She and Hermione were sitting in the Forbidden Forest with the very much alive Buckbeak, waiting for their past-selves to exit the Whomping Willow.

"Understand what?" Hermione asked, looking up from where she had been boredly picking at the grass.

"How the whole Time Turner thing works," Evanna said. "We don't actually change anything."

Hermione gave her an incredulous look. "We literally just stopped Buckbeak from being murdered. How have we not changed anything?"

"It's not like the time travel you see in the movies, like Back to the Future or whatever. We're not going back in time, changing something and returning to the future. We're still living through the past events, and so we're living in the same, unchanged timeline, but our so-called 'changes' have just always been changed, because we already changed it! Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Not really, no," Hermione admitted.

"Well, think back to before the whole Sirius Black reveal, when we thought Buckbeak had died," Evanna said. "We didn't see him get killed, we just heard the swinging of an axe and made assumptions from there. Now, we've witnessed that the executioner just swung his axe out of frustration, because Buckbeak wasn't there. So you see, we didn't actually change anything, we just fulfilled the outcome that already happened, you know?"

"Wow, it's really strange when you put it like that," Hermione said, still sounding slightly confused.

"It makes me wonder even more about that Patronus," Evanna added, almost just to herself.

"Patronus?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yeah, that's what saved us from the Dementors earlier! I was all faint and out of it, but I definitely saw someone cast a crazy powerful Patronus and ward off all the Dementors," Evanna explained. "It was really weird too, I thought it looked like — nevermind."

"Who? A teacher?" Hermione asked, intrigued.

"Whoever it was was too far away for me to actually see, and the lighting was terrible, and I was on the verge of blacking out, and — "

"Evanna!" Hermione insisted.

"I thought it kind of looked like my mom," Evanna admitted in a whisper.

Hermione hesitated awkwardly. "Um, Evanna . . ."

"I know she's dead, Hermione," Evanna snapped, "that's why I didn't want to admit it to you!"

"I mean, I'm sure it was someone who looked very similar to your mother!" Hermione assured her quickly. "I'm not saying you're crazy or anything, Evanna!" Then she hesitated, cautiously edging closer to the girl, with obvious curiosity in her eyes. "But, if you don't mind my asking . . . what did the Patronus look like?"

Evanna paused, racking her vague memories of the incident. "It was definitely cervine," she decided, and, at Hermione's confused expression, added, "That means deerlike. A stag or a doe I think, but I couldn't really tell . . ."

Their conversation seemed to have ended there, as they were both consumed by their own theories of what could have happened earlier that evening (or later that evening, at this point in time). After an hour had passed — though it felt much longer — Hermione grabbed Evanna's arm and said, "Look! Here we come!"

Evanna watched with a sigh as the events unfolded before them, like a movie. She had already come to terms with the fact that she couldn't do anything, since she couldn't actually change anything. Still, she wished she could. In hindsight, she would've used Petrificus Totalus on both Remus and Pettigrew. A petrification curse should stop a werewolf in its tracks and keep a man from turning into a rat, shouldn't it?

As she watched, she suddenly grabbed Hermione's arm and began to pull her back. "We have to move!"

"What?"

"Remus is heading this way!" Evanna said, already untying Buckbeak and pulling him along. "Come on, we can head towards Hagrid's, it's nowhere near the action."

The girl set off as quickly as they could with a large Hippogriff lumbering along behind them. They could hear Remus howling in the distance and Evanna felt a pang of regret in her heart. If only she had wrapped it all up sooner. Perhaps if she hadn't been so curious about Remus and Sirius' backstory, they wouldn't have been in this mess . . .

At least, she thought, everything is going to turn out alright in the end. Remus isn't going to do any major damage and, while Pettigrew might get away, we're going to save Sirius and Buckbeak tonight! I suppose it'll be the second time Sirius will have been saved from death, considering the Dementors earlier . . .

Evanna stopped in her tracks, having a revelation. Hermione turned to her in confusion. "Evanna? What's wrong?"

"Hermione, do you remember how I said I thought it was my mother who cast that patronus and saved us before?" Evanna asked.

"Yes?" Hermione answered, though she still sounded confused.

"Well, who does everyone compare me to?" Evanna asked, looking Hermione in the eyes.

The brunette gasped. "No, you don't think . . .?"

"Only one way to find out!" Evanna said, running back towards the lake.

"Evanna! Wait!"

Evanna didn't stop. The idea that it wasn't her mother made a lot more sense than the deceased Lily Potter coming back from the grave. She ran as fast as she could, pushing through branches and bushes, nearly tripping on roots and rocks. Her braid even came loose, causing her red hair to flow freely, but she didn't care. She needed to get there in time . . .

She stopped behind a tree and watched as Dementors swarmed around her, Sirius, and Hermione. Her past self was far too weak to produce a corporeal Patronus, and her feeble attempts barely even lit up from her wand tip. Nobody who resembled her long-dead mother was here, on the other side of the lake. Nobody was here at all. Except herself. And that's when she confirmed her theory.

Evanna stepped out from the bushes quickly and confidently and, with thoughts of her friends — her mind lingering on the image of George — she pointed her wand across the lake and yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

She was elated as a huge silver doe erupted from her wand tip, galloping towards the Dementors gracefully. Evanna smiled widely as the deer walked around the lake, hovering over the water, causing the beasts of depression to scatter and flee. Once every Dementor was gone and her past self and friends were safe, the doe slowly approached her. It stopped just before her, watching her with beady eyes. Evanna felt a wave of peace as she stared at it.

Then the silver creature disappeared, leaving behind nothing but darkness.


Evanna sat in an armchair across from Remus Lupin, sipping tea. He was resigning from his position as professor. It was all Snape's fault really — he had been childish and had let slip of Remus' werewolf problem. When Evanna had asked Remus about it, he had only sighed tiredly with an exasperated smile on his face. So now they sat, on his last day at the school, drinking tea and discussing Sirius Black.

"He's promised to keep in touch with me," Evanna was saying, "and if an alleged mass murderer who's on the run from the law can keep in touch, you can too Remus."

"All right, all right," Remus smiled. "If you're sure you want letters from a sad old man — "

"You're only in your thirties, Remus."

Remus laughed. "Well, I feel like I've aged years in just the past few days."

"Welcome to my life," Evanna joked. "Thirteen? Who's she, I don't know her. I feel fifty at least."

"So, how is that boyfriend of yours doing?" Remus asked, smiling coyly as he took another sip of tea.

Evanna went a bit red, but smiled. "George is doing great. He and Fred are mad I didn't invite them on our Sirius Black adventure though." She giggled. "Though I think he nearly died of embarrassment when I told him that he was a key part of summoning my patronus." Sighing, she placed her teacup down. "You know, I was actually really looking forward to potentially living with Sirius."

"You thought that he was a murderer for the majority of the year," Remus pointed out.

"Yeah, but he's not, plus he seems loads better than the Dursleys, you know?"

Remus frowned. "They're your family, Evanna. Blood is thicker than water."

"Wrong," Evanna said.

"They're not your family?" he asked sarcastically.

"No," she said, "that's not the saying. People have forgotten what the original was over the years. It's not 'blood is thicker than water' — it's 'the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb' which I would hazard to agree with. The Weasleys are more family to me than the Dursleys ever will be."

Remus hummed in thought and sighed. "I wish I could help you Evanna, but they're your legal guardians."

"Yeah, it doesn't really matter," Evanna muttered. "The Weasleys will probably invite me over for the summer anyways. I'll be fine." She looked up at him sadly. "Do you really have to leave?"

"It's better this way," he said quietly. "I'll keep in touch, okay?"

She nodded, hoping that the next year would be better.


A/N: Thanks again for reading and hanging out with me through all these years! You're all incredible and valid! You all deserve all of the happiness in the world; I know for a fact you've all attributed a lot to mine.

Much love for the last time, Jayce

I'm gonna miss you all. Hit me up if you wanna be friends or ramble about this story or another one :)