Harry Potter and the Troublesome Evie

By Trephinia Cealyn

Chapter 18 | Evie a Smart Birdie

          "What? Kidnap Ginny?" Ron asked with a horrified look on his face. "That's not even funny Malfoy." Ron almost left the room offended by what Malfoy had said.

          "I'm not joking Weasley, do you think I would joke about something like this?" Draco asked shoving the boy up to a wall his eyes flashing. Malfoy's don't take being called liars easily. "Do you?" Draco put his hand on the boys neck pushing him into the wall. Ron coughed and grabbed Draco's wrist. Draco pushed it away. "Don't touch me Weasley. He said coldly.

          "Draco stop." Ginny pulled his hand off her brothers neck and led Draco to the other side of the room.

          "What are we going to do?" Hermoine asked worried, she seemed to be changing the subject.

          "Not let them take her of course." Harry said in his manly voice, "We'll stand up to them." Harry said sounding very confident.

          "Are you gonna stop bloody Voldemort Harry?" Draco said sarcastically. "Fight him with your wand eh Potter? Try and beat Voldemort?"

          "I've done it before." Harry said firmly but his resolve lessened a bit.

          "Oh yes Potter no one can forget how you stood up to Voldemort all those times." Draco said icily. "You beat Voldemort, what a wondrous thing… have you ever tried serving underneath him? Afraid for your very life because if you do fight him you'll most surely die."

          "Let's not fight." Ginny tried to calm Draco down. He wasn't acting normal, but he didn't want Ginny to get kidnapped, and he was the best candidate for the crime.

          "Silly birdies." Evie said walking into the room and laughing. "Such silly birdies."

          "Not now Evie." Draco said shooing the girl out. "We're busy.

          "Evie know how you can trick daddy." Evie said before Draco closed the door on her. He stopped moving and stared at her.

          "What?" Draco said and pulled her back into the room. "Are you serious?"

          "Evie will tell daddy not to take pretty lady. Evie will ask nicely." Evie walked over to Ginny and patted her on the back. "Don't worry pretty lady Evie take care of everything."

          "Would you do that for me Evie?" Ginny asked eyeing the girl suspiciously.

          "Of course pretty lady, of course." Evie left the room. Ginny looked up at Draco her eyes speaking volumes.

          "Well that takes care of that." Ron said with finality and he got up to leave.

          "No it doesn't Ron." Harry said sadly. "Evie could be tricking us all." He forced the words out knowing that Hermoine would be mad for him suggesting that Evie was evil.

          "Harry would you stop that?" she glared at her 'boyfriend' and shook her head angrily. "Evie isn't bad! You've just got prejudices." Hermoine 'hmmphed' and left.

          "Well Potter, looks like you've succeed in doing what takes most men at least a few weeks to do."

          "And what's that Malfoy?"

          "I'll let you figure that out." Draco and Ginny left leaving Harry and Evie alone, Ron had snuck out when Hermoine yelled at Harry.

          "Well Potter, it seems like things are coming along spectacularly." Evie said in a somewhat normal voice. She eyed him carefully and her eyes flickered madly.

          "What do you mean?" Harry asked staring at the girl surprised by the way she was talking. He tried to remain calm.

          "What I mean Potter is that it is almost time…" Evie stated this and was about to leave when Harry stopped her. He looked down into her green eyes and he startled himself.

          "Almost time for what?" Harry asked trying not to think.

          She turned to the door and opened it, then looked back at him her eyes shining brightly. "Time for you to die." The door slammed and Harry shivered. Does she mean it? Or is she trying to trick me?

          "Harry I don't believe you." Hermoine said firmly. Harry told her what Evie had said to her. "Evie can't be bad."

          "What makes you so sure Hermoine?" Harry said getting angry. "What proof do you have that she isn't evil?" Hermoine glared at him and stood up. Se picked up her bag and plopped it on the couch, she searched through it muttering things under her breath.

          "Aha!" she grabbed a book and flipped through the pages quickly finding the one she wanted she turned the book around and dropped it into Harry's lap. "There, read that." She packed up her bag and kissed him on the forehead. "I'm late for class." Harry nodded and started to read.

Parselmouth, Dragon Lord

Weasel Runt, Speaker with Spirits

Born into life when they're most needed

If one dies before their time

Then not one succeeded

They must complete their tasks

And not a moment to soon

Threatened with a poor fate,

The Dragon Lord loves what he hates

Not Parselmouth born, but threatened with death

He took this gift with the rest

Weasel Bred and Weasel Raised

Forced to don another's cloth, won't accept life 'til alls lost

Speaker with Spirits is closely guarded

Won't admit, won't let go, can't see the evil until the end

The Dragon Lord must fight his foe

Must live to see his father die

Trials will come and loves may die

His will tested and his soul denied

Parselmouth is easiest to find

Separated from his kind

He came back one day a hero true

His wits tested, he'll live too

Weasel Runt, not a moment to spare

Choose quickly to save the race

Choose right for your life's in danger

Choose wrong and prepare for thy fate

Speaker with Spirits has the greatest battle

Must fight fire with fire and live unscathed

Can't ask for help, can't accept it either

Will she believe? Or will she deny it.

Parselmouth 'gainst Parselmouth

Dragon 'gainst Dragon

Weasel 'gainst Rat

War with Spirits

This hath been set up once before,

But one just had to settle a score

He killed the others and took power for himself.

He cannot win, you'll see to that

          Harry set the book down, his breath coming in gasps. He tried to sort everything out. Something was clouding his mind. He need help. Draco. Harry nodded. Draco would be able to figure it out, weren't the Slytherins cunning after all, that meant they were smart right?