DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER BUT I DO OWN MY CHARACTERS AND THEIR STORYLINE.
Evelyn scratched her neck as she put down the book she had been reading. She looked outside the window and noticed her sister Anna playing with her friends. She found herself wanting to have fun with them, but she didn't think it was a good idea. She didn't know if Anna would like it or if her father would approve for her to spend her time playing rather than studying.
She turned to look at the clock and saw that she had spent more than four hours studying. She decided that she needed a break, so she got up from the chair and walked outside Anna's (and her temporary) bedroom. As she was heading to the kitchen, she heard her dad call her from his office.
"Evelyn..." She saw that the door of his office was open and she walked towards it. "Are you done studying already?"
Evelyn shook her head. "No, I'm just taking a break." She answered as she crossed her arms.
"Come here and close the door." She did as she was told. After that, she took a seat on one of the empty chairs in the office. "You wrote in the letter that you were again the best in your year."
She hummed. "Yes, for the third year in a row." She puffed her chest. "It seems as it's going to be a tradition for the other years to come."
Her dad smiled before he licked his lips. "Yet you don't have the highest grades in Potions and Transfiguration."
"There are better students than me in those subjects." She responded to him and he raised an eyebrow. "Lily Evans followed by Severus Snape are the best in Potions while I don't know who is the best in Transfiguration."
"You don't even know your competition?" He inquired and she frowned.
"Those people are my classmates-"
"Which makes them your competition." He cut her off and Evelyn leaned back on her chair. "You need to be the best of the best if you want to have a successful career."
"I am the best of the best!" She insisted and he scoffed. "Just because there are two classes that I'm not the best, it doesn't mean anything."
He shook his head. "You don't get it, Evelyn. Good grades will impress people, important people at that." He told her.
"What do you think the Kano Emeto initiate was for?" She questioned him before clearing her throat. "Other than trying to help people." She added.
"I'm glad to hear that you thought of this and that you took that step." She found her shoulders relaxing at his words. "But you can't let that distract you from being the best and improving on Potions and Transfiguration." She felt her shoulder stiffen and sweat started to drop on her forehead.
What if she couldn't handle both of them? What if she got the potion banned, but her grades dropped? What if she improved her grades, but the potion continued to be sold? What if she couldn't achieve any of this? What if she failed?
"After we finish this conversation, you go to your room immediately and continue to study." Evelyn nodded, but she felt her throat go dry. She hoped that she was done with it and could rest. "Especially since you won't be able to study for two days."
Evelyn furrowed her eyebrows. "Why not?"
"Because you and I are going to New York."
Her eyes widened and she smiled. "We're going to see grandpa?" She beamed and he nodded. Her smile widened at the thought of her grandfather. She hadn't seen him in a year and had missed him a lot. "That's great, I have a lot to tell him."
"I've already told him about the options and your good grades." He answered.
She shook her head. "No, not just that." He raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to tell him about the club, my friends and that I have met my godfather." When the world slipped out, Evelyn realized that she had forgotten to mention it to her father.
"Your godfather as in Alphard Black?" He scoffed and she gave him a nod. "What is he doing back in your lives?"
"Well, he apologized to mum for leaving her when she needed him the most and she accepted his apology." Evelyn smiled. "I've hung out with him a few times, he is great."
Her father scrunched his nose. "Great? He was a jerk for leaving your mother like that. I don't get why she forgave him."
"It's called a second chance, dad," Evelyn responded and he rolled his eyes. "Didn't you give mum a second chance after what she did?"
He stopped for a minute before he tilted his head. "She told you about that?" She hummed. "Did you think she did good by doing it?"
Evelyn found herself put on the stop and she hesitated to answer. She pressed her lips together. "I do think she did wrong by choosing to stay rather than leave." She answered, being careful with her words. "But I think it all turned up for the best. She learned her lessons, we left that family before they impacted me and we're some kind of family." He frowned. "If she had left with you, you probably would have never met Theresa and have Anna and Samuel."
Her father studied her for a minute after she said those words. She shifted as she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She looked away and stared out of the window, waiting for him to say something. He cleared his throat. "I guess you're right." He muttered and she glanced at him. "Let's hope Alphard doesn't ruin it again, but this time, the damage would be bigger."
"How so?"
"You'll be involved."
On Saturday, Evelyn found herself in an apartment building in Brooklyn, New York. His grandfather was born in Brooklyn and had spent his childhood in it. After he had married her grandmother, they had moved in upstate New York and after she passed away, he had moved back again in Brooklyn.
She climbed up the stairs with her father and waited outside the door with him. Her father knocked three times and they heard someone move inside the apartment. The door opened to reveal her grinning grandfather. Her grandfather was tall with a stocky build, grey hair, ivory skin and blue eyes as light as hers. He had been quite taller when he was younger, but due to his age, he had withered in height.
"Look who it is!" He exclaimed and she smiled as wide as she could at the sight of him. "My British granddaughter!"
Evelyn chuckled. "You know my name is Evelyn, right?"
"Oh, I can never forget that." He murmured before he pulled her into a hug. She welcomed it and relaxed in it. "I missed you, Evelyn."
"I missed you too." She admitted.
After they pulled away, Evelyn entered the apartment and looked around. Nothing had changed in the apartment and it didn't surprise her at all. Her grandfather didn't care much about decorating as long as he had a bed, kitchen and bathroom, he was fine.
Soon, both she and her father settled in the living room. After serving them drinks, her grandfather turned his attention to her. "From what I've heard, you seemed to be busy this year."
Evelyn nodded. "I've been trying to do a lot of new things." She answered. "I've created a club for girls to support girls which led to the whole initiative about the potion starting and now, we're going to have a seance in Wizengamot. Prof-Auror Gerard told me that it will be best if I was representative."
"An Auror is helping you?" He mused and she nodded. She noticed the smile on her grandfather's face. After all, he had been an Auror as well. "Is he the son of Mordack Gerard?"
"I don't know," Evelyn answered. "I just know that both of them were killed by Grindelwald's acolytes."
"Yes, that was Mordack and Amelia Gerard. Ran into them a few times when Grindelwald was around. I remember both of them as big supporters of Dumbledore."
She hummed. "It makes sense since Auror Gerard was my Defense professor this year." She answered him.
"Was? Why isn't he anymore?" Her father questioned her.
"He told Dumbledore from the beginning that he was only staying for a year." She informed the both of them. "It makes sense as the situation in Britain is getting worse."
Her grandfather shook his head. "Yes, I've been hearing about it from MACUSA. It seems to be getting-"
"What were you doing in MACUSA?" Lucah cut his father off and the man sighed. "You're retired, dad."
"They asked me to come and look at some cases." He answered. Evelyn raised her eyebrows while her father rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I was just leading some youngsters in the right direction."
"Or you're showing your obsession with your job?" Lucah snapped and Evelyn flinched.
Her grandfather scoffed. "Don't speak as if you don't have it yourself, Lucah." He sipped his water before putting it down. "I have it, you have it and your sister has it too. She is even worse than us." Evelyn thought about her aunt Rebekah who was a Healer. She couldn't remember when was the last time she had seen her aunt. The woman was always busy and she knew it was years since she had seen her aunt. "Hopefully, Evelyn, Anna and Samuel won't go to that path."
Evelyn shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I think I'm going to try my best to strain away from that path." Her grandfather smiled at her.
"You need to focus on getting those answers." Evelyn creased her eyebrows at her dad's words. "It's important for us to know."
"Have you told her?" Jeremiah motioned to her. At first, Evelyn was frowning, but soon, realization struck her.
"I told her last summer." Her father answered and Evelyn's suspicions were confirmed by her father. They were talking about her and them being Parselmouths.
"What answers can you find about Parseltongue?" She wondered out loud.
Lucah sighed. "You, me and grandpa are the only ones who can speak it." She raised an eyebrow at that. "We don't know why, but Rebekah, Anna and Samuel can't speak it for some reasons."
"How can that be? How can we speak Parseltongue while they can't?"
Jeremiah shook his head. "When I was eight, I was told by my mother that I could speak it and that I should be quiet about it." He began to explain. "She said that I got it from my father who died when I was only two." She pressed her lisp together as she listened to the story. "All my life, I thought that all my kids will speak it. Lucah did, but Rebekah couldn't speak or understand it." She frowned. "We didn't know what was going on until you were born. When you were four, you talked it too, but as we said, neither Anna and Samuel can talk it."
"That doesn't make sense. All descendants of Salazar Slytherin are supposed to speak it." She pointed out.
"We don't know for certain why only three of us can speak it, but we suspect that it's because we are firstborns." Evelyn squinted her eyes. "Your great grandfather was the oldest of two, grandpa here was an only child. I'm the oldest of two and you are the oldest of three. We aren't sure, but it's a theory."
"Why? Why only the firstborns?"
"That's what I'm trying to get answers about." Her grandfather notified her and she glanced. "We have no clue, but I'm going to do some investigating to find out."
Evelyn scrunched her nose and bit the inside of her cheeks. She tried to think of spells that could do this, but none of them could come to mind. She had to hold a groan as she felt as if another thing was added on her list of worries.
In the afternoon of the next day, Evelyn found herself in the subway with her grandfather. Her father had gone to finish some errands in the city, leaving just the two of them. Seeing that, her grandfather had suggested for them to go somewhere.
"It would be amazing if you told me where we're going." She told him as they were sitting next to each other.
Her grandfather chuckled. "You know that you don't have much of a patience."
"If I was, I would be sorted in Hufflepuff." She remarked and he snorted. "I'm in Ravenclaw, a house that doesn't appreciate someone withholding information."
"What are you? An Auror in the middle of a case?" He teased. "We're just going somewhere and I think that you'd like the surprise."
Evelyn tilted her head. "What if I told you that I hate surprises?"
He shook his head. "You're a smartmouth." She shrugged. "It must be why you're in Ravenclaw."
"Well, one of our traits is wit." She responded as the subway stopped. When she saw that her grandfather was getting up, Evelyn followed her grandfather out of the subway and he led her out of the station.
She decided to stop asking him where they were going and followed him. They ended up in a brick townhouse that was one floor bigger than hers. "We're here." He announced and she nodded her head.
He climbed up the stairs and Evelyn followed him. Her mind started to move fast as she tried to find out where they were or whose house was that. While her mind kept guessing, she shot each one down. The truth was that Evelyn didn't have a clue and she didn't like it. Why couldn't her grandfather tell her?
The door opened to reveal a white woman with brown eyes and black hair that were starting to turn white. "Hey, Jeremiah." She greeted her grandfather and Evelyn wondered who the woman was.
"Hi, Tina." He said back before hugging the woman. "Is everyone there?"
"Oh yes, we're waiting for you." She answered and he entered the house. The woman's brown eyes met Evelyn's and she frowned. "Who's the girl with you?"
Her grandfather turned to her. "This is my oldest granddaughter, Evelyn Sinclair King."
The woman who was called Tina smiled. "For someone who is named after your Lynn," She saw her grandfather's smile falter. It seemed that he was still missing her even though it had been more than fifteen years that she had died. "she doesn't look like her at all."
"I happen to look more like my mum than my dad." Evelyn took a step up and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Mrs Tina."
The woman waved her hand. "Please, call me Tina." She opened the door wider for them.
Evelyn entered the house and she immediately felt that she was in a wizarding home. Everything about it from the furniture to the atmosphere felt as that. It reminded her a lot of Don's old house in Chelsea.
"Was that a British accent? Newt is going to be so happy to have a fellow Brit." Evelyn turned her head to see a short, chubby man with brown hair and a kind smile, enter the corridor. "Hi, my name is Jacob." The two of them shook hands.
"Evelyn. It's nice to meet you..." She trailed off when she remembered what he said before. "Did you say Newt?" She wondered and he nodded his head. "As in Newt Scamander," She turned to her grandfather. "your old friend."
"That's the one," Jeremiah answered and Evelyn let out a gasp. "Tina here is his wife." She realized that the woman who she had spoken to was the famous Auror, Porpentina Goldstein. "While this is Jacob, his closest friend."
"And the funniest," Jacob added and Evelyn chuckled.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me about this." She told her grandfather who smiled. She shook her head in disbelief. Her grandfather had held that information from her.
"Come to the living room," Tina told both her and her grandfather.
Evelyn entered the room and found a man standing next to a cage that held a parrot. The parrot let out a noise and the man tried to mimic it. She tilted her head as she had a pretty good guess who the man was.
"Newt, Newt, Newt." His wife called the man, but he didn't seem to hear her. "Newt, we have guests."
The man snapped out of it and turned around with a jump. He looked as he looked in most magazines and newspapers. A tall man who crouched a lot and whose eyes never seem to stay in one place.
"Of course, I find you playing with a parrot," Jeremiah said as he walked up to Newt Scamander. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"
Newt Scamander, the most known magizoologist and the idol of Gabriela shrugged. "It seems that I haven't." The two men greeted each other and Newt's eyes landed on Evelyn. She shifted as she felt watched under his gaze. "Who's that?"
Evelyn could feel herself blush. While she didn't want to be a magizoologist, she held a lot of respect for the man and his contribution had helped creatures all around the world. "This is my granddaughter, Evelyn." He motioned for her to step forward. "Evelyn, this is Newt Scamander."
She walked up to the man and extended. "Nice to meet you, Mr Scamander."
The man fumbled, but he ended up shaking her hand. "Likewise, Evelyn." He pointed out to the sofas. "Sit down." He told her and her grandfather.
Evelyn and him both sat on the same sofa at the same time. As she looked around, Evelyn remembered that she was in a room full of people that had saved Europe and North America from Grindelwald a few years ago. All these people around her were heroes and she felt intimidated to be around them.
"Where is Queenie?" Jeremiah asked. "I don't see her around."
Jacob sighed. "She said that the house felt stuffed and she went for a walk. She'll be back soon, though." After that, he turned his attention to Evelyn. "You're in Hogwarts, right?" She hummed. "That must be amazing, Newt always says it's the best and safest school in the world."
"It's not." Tina and her grandfather muttered.
"I don't know about the safest." She admitted. "There is a Forbidden Forest next to us and a Whomping Willow on the grounds." She noticed Newt Scamander frowned. "But it's the best school in the world."
"I beg to differ that Ilvermorny is the best school." Her grandfather insisted.
"Ilvermorny was based on the idea of Hogwarts, wasn't it?" Evelyn pointed out and he raised an eyebrow. "The colour blue of your symbols is the same colour as Ravenclaw which is my house."
"The Ravenclaws are the intelligent house, right?" Tina asked.
She hummed. "The house of intelligence, wit, cleverness, open-mindedness, creativity and originality." She continued to say.
"Do you think it's the best house?" Jacob smiled as he glanced at Newt.
"All houses are great as they all have valuable traits in our day to day life." She answered him and the man chuckled.
"She sounds a lot like young Lucah." Newt pointed out. "He used to say facts or try to share his opinion as much as he could."
Evelyn smiled. "Thank you. After all, dad taught me everything."
"If he had taught you everything, you'd be in Ilvermorny, not in Hogwarts." Her grandfather stated.
"He told me to always reach for the best and I did." She answered and they all laughed, including Newt. Although, his laugh was more a shy one rather than loud.
"What are you all laughing about?" Someone said and Evelyn turned her head. Standing on the threshold was a blonde woman with curly hair that reached her shoulders and very light eyes. "Jeremiah, is that you?"
He got up from his seat. "The one and only." He answered her and went to hug her. "How are you, Queenie?"
"Spectacular." She beamed before her eyes fell on Evelyn. "Who is the little girl?"
Evelyn blushed and licked her lips. "I'm Evelyn, I'm his granddaughter." She got up from her seat as the woman extended her hand. She took it and looked at Queenie in the eyes. For a split moment, she felt as if she was being studied.
Queenie turned to Jeremiah with a smile. "Another British who I can't understand." Evelyn frowned. "The only thing I can understand is that her mind is just as fast and erratic as the older Evelyn."
With her eyes, Evelyn noticed her grandfather's smile falter. "What?" He looked between her and Queenie.
"Her mind goes just as fast and erratic as Evelyn's did," Queenie responded to her and Evelyn frowned. Why was this woman talking about her mind?
"Queenie, darling, I've told you not to use Legilimency on people." Jacob reminded her and Evelyn blinked a few times. She knew quite well what Legilimency was and she thought it was one of the most invasive and dangerous forms of magic. Knowing that Queenie went through her mind, made Evelyn tense.
"Especially on my granddaughter." Her grandfather's voice came colder than usual. "It's an invasion of her privacy."
Queenie turned to Evelyn and gave her a bright smile. "I'm sorry. Sometimes, I do it without meaning to." She apologized and Evelyn nodded. "Again, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Evelyn responded trying to hide how uncomfortable she was. As she turned around, she saw that her grandfather was looking at her. She frowned at him and when he saw that, he offered her a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Lucah sat down on the sofa in his father's living room while his father was sitting on the armchair next to him. He had poured both of them a glass of whiskey. "Where is Evelyn?"
"She's sleeping." He answered as he picked the glass. "Apparently, meeting Newt Scamander tired her out."
He saw his father smile. "Well, she did talk to him a lot and asked him to write a letter to one of her best friends. She said that her friend looked up to Newt and wanted to be a magizoologist."
Lucah nodded his head before taking a sip of his drink. He had been around the town finishing some jobs about the Head of Magical Education and he hated that he couldn't spend time with his daughter. He could have used that time to tell her how to get better in Transfiguration and Potions.
"Queenie said something worrisome." His father murmured.
He scowled. "Did she use Legilimency on my daughter?"
"Accidentally." Jeremiah defended the woman and Lucah scowled again. He didn't believe that it was accidental. She had done it on purpose as she always does. "Don't you want to know what she said?" Lucah had to admit that he was interested. He always felt that Evelyn was hiding a lot from him. "She said that her mind was just as fast and erratic as Lynn's."
Lucah stiffed. Of all the things he wanted to hear, this was the least. "Dad..." He began to say.
"Does she seem like she has it?" His father cut right to the question as the Auror he was.
"I don't think so," Lucah answered. "She keeps herself in control all the times." He pressed his lips together. "Queenie didn't know what she was saying."
"Queenie is a born Legilimens, Lucah." He snapped at him and Lucah shuddered. "Don't try to make her words seem meaningless, especially in this situation." At that moment, Lucah felt as if he was a kid and his father was berating him.
He scoffed. "I can take it as meaningless because she was talking about my daughter who I know very well." He shot back. "Maybe at that moment, Evelyn's mind was moving fast and erratic."
His father rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You should know that a matter like this shouldn't be taken lightly." He reminded Lucah. "If Evelyn has it, she would have a hard time such as Lynn had-"
"How can she have it when I don't have it?" He raised his voice and his father shushed. t that moment, he remembered that Evelyn was sleeping and he needed to be quiet. "The healers said it could be genetic, right?."
"It could have passed a generation, but it didn't disappear." Lucah shook his head. He believed that his daughter was alright and that he didn't have to worry about it. If Evelyn had what his mother had, she would have a lot more difficulty in her career. "Does Rose know about it?"
He shook his head. "I never mentioned it to her." He admitted. "Why does she have the need to know?"
"Because if she knew, I'm pretty sure Evelyn would have been taken to a healer." Lucah scoffed. "Why don't you take her tomorrow?"
"Why would I take her when she doesn't have it?"
"You're not a healer, Lucah, you're a professor. You can't determine what your daughter has, alright?" He pressed his lips together and shook his head. Lucah was sure that he knew Evelyn Better than anyone else. After all, he had taught her to magnify her strengths and diminish her weakness. Because of that, his daughter was going to live a happier and easier life. "Imagine how hard she will have considering her dreams and her ambitions. It's better for her to know now rather than your mother who learned when she was in her late twenties."
Lucah shook his head and took a swing of his drink. After that, he slammed the glass on the table making father flinch. "I know Evelyn and I knew mum. With that, I know that she doesn't have what mum had."
His father scoffed "You're so damn stubborn, Lucah." He sighed. "It's your way or no way."
He nodded his head. "Exactly."
"It doesn't seem that I can convince you." His father got up. "Just remember that Evelyn and everyone around her would be affected by it if she has it."
Lucah had to hold a groan. His father pretended that he was the only one aware of his mother's illness, but Lucah had been too. After all, it had affected his life as well. "I know, dad, but luckily, she doesn't have it." With that, he got up from his seat and went to his room.
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