When Eva blinked her eyes open again, her gaze was directed towards the sky. She could see the tall branches of the barren trees above her, while a flock of birds flew over her head.

"This doesn't look like Grimmauld Place," she grumbled as she sat up slowly. "Ron!"

Few times had she ever jumped to her feet quite that quickly. She ran, still without shoes, through the decomposing leaves across the forest ground and knelt down beside Ron opposite Hermione.

Across Ron's left shoulder, it was as if half of his arm had been sliced off entirely. Eva assumed that must've been what her wound had looked like at the start of their third year, causing a pool of blood to form across the ground and all over Hermione's hands. The only difference was that this time around they had to heal themselves.

"H-Harry, Harry quickly, in my bag," Hermione stammered as she desperately attempted to stem Ron's bleeding. "There's a bottle labelled Essence of Dittany." Ron continued to writhe on the ground while Eva removed Joanne's suit jacket to hold it over his wound. "Quickly!" Hermione shouted.

"Did he get splinched?" Eva asked, holding the fabric firmly to his wound.

Hermione nodded in confirmation. "Unstopper it," she instructed Harry.

"Hermione, his arm . . . ," Harry trailed off.

"Less talking, more opening!" Eva snapped.

Slightly taken aback, Harry handed the bottle to a panicked Hermione who began dropping the liquid onto the wound. "What happened?" Harry asked. "I thought we were meant to be going back to Grimmauld Place."

"We were, we were," Hermione replied before turning to Ron who was now whimpering in pain, "ssh, it's alright, one more, one more." Eva noticed that the wound itself was beginning to miraculously knit together, leaving not a trace of the initial injury. "We were there, we were there, but Yaxley had a hold of me, and I—I knew once he'd seen where we were, we couldn't stay, so I brought us here, but Ron got splinched."

It only took two or so more drops for Ron to fully heal. Eva wiped her hands on her bloodied jacket and watched as Hermione walked a few feet away and raised her wand.

"Protego Totalum. Salvio Hexia."

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he tended to Ron.

Hermione twisted her head around exasperatedly. "Protective enchantments."

"Girl, you're wasting your time," Eva called over to her as she pulled her own wand out and stroked back Ron's bloodied hair as she stood up.

"Wasting my time with protective enchantments?" Hermione snapped. "What if someone finds us? Like the Snatchers? You don't want another visit like-"

"You didn't let me finish," Eva interjected as she moved to what she estimated to be the centre of their camp and aimed her wand at the sky directly above her.

"Protego Totalum!"

Unlike Hermione's shields that she'd been placing up piece by piece, the shield Eva casted somehow formed a giant dome over them, shining a faint blue colour as it formed. The perimeter extended a few hundred feet from where she stood, and the edges soon became transparent once more.

"There," Eva dusted her hands off while the other three watched in shock at the magic they'd just witnessed from one small witch, "enchant that instead, then you won't have to repeat yourself over and over again. I'm off to make us lunch," she announced casually as she picked up Hermione's bag from the ground. "How does stir fry sound?" They stared at her blankly. "Harry?"

Harry gulped, still watching her in confused awe. "S-sure."

"Good." Eva smiled. "I think I packed some noodles in here earlier."


Late that evening, with the tent set up and the others mostly asleep, Eva curled up on a pile of blankets and cushions she'd made in the corner of the living room area and began to flick through the music on her muggle music player Hermione had fortunately brought with them.

"What are you still doing up?" Ron was standing in the doorway to the bedroom and quietly joined her, pulling a cushion out of her pile for himself.

"Listening to music," Eva responded with Draco's Quidditch jumper spread across her lap. "Sometimes, in times of need, all you truly need is a little bit of George Michael."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

In response, Eva began to play Faith by George Michael out from the small speaker at a volume that was unlikely to wake up Harry and Hermione, and leaned sideways against his shoulder. "The others asleep I assume?"

He nodded. "I guess you can't?"

"You guessed right." She yawned and rubbed her eyes. "With all this that's happening, it doesn't feel right to be sleeping, you know? I get that we did achieve a lot today, and made it out alive from the Ministry, but our work isn't even close to being over."

"We're kind of close though, when you think about it," he countered. "I mean, in one day we somehow got the locket from the pink lady from hell, so I'd say that's something."

"I suppose you're right." She sighed. "You know, I don't spend as much time with you as I'd like to. I mean, Harry's just Harry, and Hermione's been my best friend since first year, but with you, I just don't get much of a chance to get to know you. I mean, I don't even know what your middle name is."

"You don't?" Ron laughed quietly. "It's Bilius."

Eva snorted. "Bilius? Oh that's awful. Maybe it was good that I didn't know, because you won't hear the end of it now, Bilius. Maybe I should tell Draco too, he'd have the time of his life-"

"Not bloody likely!" he replied, in horror that she'd even suggest it. "Malfoy's a pain enough as it is." He paused for a moment. "What do you, er, like about him anyway? I mean, in a friendly-sorta way, you're one of the nicest if not the nicest girl I've ever met, and you're really pretty. You could do way better than that miserable git."

She blushed slightly. "I don't know about that, but thanks. I guess . . . there's a lot more to Draco than people realise. I know, he calls you Weasel-Bee, but that's just what he does. He has nicknames for everyone, but he just makes yours particularly brutal because picking on you is so much fun." She laughed at Ron's silent reaction. "But, underneath all of that bullying and ingrained bigotry is a decent guy, shockingly enough. I know, I barely believed it myself. For instance, guess what he did at the end of the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament?" He shrugged. "He literally took me back to his private little dorm and let me just cry there for maybe half an hour, without any complaints or anything, just pure kindness."

He looked her up and down. "Are you sure?"

"Ron, as much as I know that you'll never get along, Draco isn't entirely a bad guy," she explained. "He just makes a series of bad choices, but he tries to be nice on occasion too. When we were in Umbridge's office at the end of our fifth year, he only pretended to be man-handling me because he didn't want to risk one of the others hurting me instead. What I'm saying is, you can hate Draco, fine, I won't stop you, but there's more to him than you'd expect."

He nodded to the jumper on her lap. "That's his?"

"It is," Eva responded, hugging it closer to her. "He might not even notice it's gone, unless he reads my note of course. But yeah, he doesn't wear this much so I thought I'd take it." She fished into her mini backpack and pulled out a small bag. "I have M&Ms too. Want some?" she offered.

"Oh yeah," Ron replied eagerly as they shared the remaining snacks she'd smuggled with her while the other two snored away in bed, oblivious to the most distant pair's bonding session.


Many months passed. They walked, Ron left, Ron appeared again, the Sword of Gryffindor popped up, and they visited random places as they went, not that Eva was usually paying attention to where. She was like the little toddler who followed the parents around aimlessly and sang.

Eva stumbled to her feet after having apparated from the Lovegood home and pulled out her music player, flicking through her songs. "It never ends, I swear."

"The treacherous little bleeder," Ron scoffed. "Is there no one we can trust?"

"And that's why I will forever have trust issues," Eva yelled calmly over her shoulder as she played Lay All Your Love on Me by ABBA and started skipping ahead, "don't go wasting your emotions!"

"They kidnapped her because he supported me," Eva heard Harry explain behind her. "He was just desperate."

"Eva, can you turn that thing down?!" Hermione shouted over the music. "We're trying to have a conversation here!"

Eva rolled her eyes and dialled down the volume only slightly. "Only because I'm nice."

"I'll do the enchantments," Ron muttered.

Meanwhile, Eva sat herself down comfortably on the muddy ground and continued to sing the song that was playing. With the hectic Operation Search and Destroy All Horcruxes, it was nice to have at least some consistency in her life, and music seemed to be the way to go. Everyone was so accustomed to it now that the others generally sang along with her, even Hermione on occasion.

Eva lay back and stared up at the cloudy sky. "I somewhat imagined the view being prettier than this. But that cloud looks like a dog, look." She pointed up at the sky. "Well, it did, but now it just looks like a squished dog. Oh, but that one kinda looks like you, Ronald McDonald." She heard a series of loud clicks. "Who interrupted my cloud-watching session?" She slowly began to sit up, her eyes still squinted. "Hello?"

"Hello, beautiful."

Once her eyes came back into focus, she realised they weren't alone. While the perfect mood music of ABBA was playing, they were completely surrounded by the Snatchers, and their leader, Scabior, was leaning against the trunk of a tree.

Eva groaned irritatedly as she staggered to her feet and paused her music. "Can a girl get a moment's peace around here? I didn't even get to the second chorus, for fucks sake."

"Eva! Less socialising, more running!" Hermione shouted as she sprinted up the hill with Harry and Ron.

The Snatchers were closing in on her now that she was alone. With a playful eye roll, Eva began to feel the regular tingling she felt whenever she apparated. "Gotta blast, fun meeting you though!"

Without a second glance, Eva felt her weight lift into the air and began darting between the trees in the forest, passing Harry, Ron, and Hermione as she went. She knew they'd catch up one way or another. Besides, that was the least of her issues.

Because somehow, Eva had clean forgotten that Greyback was a Death Eater too, and not only that but he was also much more experienced with apparition. Glancing behind her briefly, she could see that he was already catching up but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't gain any more speed.

She felt a rough force collide into her, knocking her back into her physical form. Feeling her head hit the ground, Eva opened her eyes and found that Greyback had pinned her down to the ground with her wrists held down to the moss-covered soil above her head.

Desperately, she began to kick any limb she could. "Get off me, you asshole," she gritted out.

Grinning evilly, he harshly forced her to her feet. But, just before he could return her to the other Snatchers, Hecate appeared in front of them.

"I learnt this one from Sirius Black," Hecate muttered.

The demon raised her fist and swung it straight into the side of Greyback's face. While he was distracted, Eva bolted off into the distance, Hecate soon catching up and running alongside her. Hecate instructed her on which direction to take, constantly weaving in and out of tree trunks and through ditches, but it was as if they could never escape the approaching footsteps.

Eva had her wand out when she stopped, darting her head back and forth. "Where do we go?" she panted. "Where are the others? I can't see anyone."

Hecate winced. "We're surrounded," she admitted. "They've already been snatched. There's nothing I can do to get you out of here just yet. Just, if I tell you to do something, do it without hesitation. Okay, sugarplum?"

Without waiting for a response, Eva felt Hecate disappear, knowing that physically she could only fend for herself once more. Eva gripped her wand tightly, silently praying to Satan that she'd make it out of here in once piece.

A hand suddenly grabbed her by her collar, making her gasp. "Ah, almost lost you, my lovely. Got her," Scabior called down the hill as he carelessly dragged her down with him.

Once she was at the bottom, she saw the other three around her, looking definitely worse for wear. Ron had been chained up, Harry's face was swollen, and Hermione was thrashing in one of the Snatchers' grip.

"So," with another Snatcher gripping Eva closely by the waist, Scabior stepped in front of her, his unpleasant breath fanning her face, and brushed his thumb over her lip while his other hand slid down towards her breasts, "we have 'Vernon Dudley', and 'Penelope Clearwater' over there, so who might you be, gorgeous?"

Eva narrowed her eyes at him. "Take a look at my hair and guess. And get off my boob, you pervert, I'm still 17."

"She said don't touch her," Harry snarled angrily as he struggled desperately.

"Wouldn't if this darling learnt to behave herself, ugly," Scabior answered. "Now," he looked her up and down, tilting her chin up, "if you're Little Miss Eva Infernum, wouldn't that make him," he pointed at Harry over his shoulder, leaning his face uncomfortably close to hers, "the Potter boy?"

"What?" Eva brought her lying skills back into action. "Why would that be Harry? I haven't seen Harry or his lot in months. I got fed up of their mission so I left them. That's Vernon."

"Vernon, eh?" he interrogated, although he seemed pretty convinced.

"Yeah, we met a few weeks ago, along with the others, obviously," she lied.

One of the Snatchers held up a little book in his hand. "There's no Vernon Dudley on here."

Scabior seemed almost disappointed that he didn't get a chance to kiss her, finally taking a few steps away and moving towards Harry. Eva breathed a sigh of relief that she had at least half of her personal space back, though currently her plan was backfiring.

"Did you hear that, ugly?" Greyback taunted Harry while holding his neck back. "The list says you're lying. How come you don't want us to know who you are?"

"The list's wrong," Harry pleaded, "I told you who I am."

"Out of curiosity, am I on that list?" Eva asked. She remembered Ron commenting on their stupidity, so decided to play on that by distracting them.

"Nah, darling," Scabior pulled a piece of paper out from his pocket and unfolded it to show her, "you're on here, for everyone to see."

On the poster was a magically animated picture of Eva which happened to be caught just as she was yelling at Rita in their fourth year, making her seem like some kind of psychopath. The title was 'Undesirable No. 2', as the world had gotten used to calling her by this point. Oh, if her mother could see her now.

Greyback took the poster to look at it himself while Scabior took his wand out of his pocket and began to lift up Harry's hair. Panicking, Eva, Hermione, and Ron attempted to squirm out from the grips they were held in but to no avail.

"Change of plan," Scabior muttered. "We're not taking this lot to the Ministry."

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Author's note: As you can see, I skipped a good chunk of plot, but honestly it isn't even that interesting—the only thing that made it tolerable was writing in Eva as some kind of happy camper. Obviously, if you want to know what actually happened, watch the movie or read the book. I feel like ABBA playing while they were snatched should've happened in the movies though, Warner Bros. better explain themselves.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading, stay safe, and ily lots!