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Us: are Kayla and Anastacy. For the first time I (Anastacy) am writing a fic as a collaboration with another person. Kayla wrote me an e-mail saying that she enjoyed my stories so much and wondered if I could write out the idea she had. I was very reluctant, because I felt that she should do it herself. I wouldn't want to steal her ideas. But she wanted me to do it, so I did it.
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Mr. and Mrs. Evans were sitting in their sitting room in their quiet little house somewhere in the south of France. They had just recently moved there a few months ago, after Mr. Evans had retired. The two of them had moved because of the climate that was supposed to be so good in those parts of Europe. And frankly Mr. Evans was getting tired of shovelling snow in the winters. So they had moved away from their two daughters, and grandchildren. But they were planning on frequent visits to see their grandchildren.
Mr. Evans was reading the Times and Mrs. Evans was reading letters from home. She never got used to the fact that this was her home now. All of a sudden she began to cry. Mr. Evans put his newspaper away and went over to the other chair to comfort her and ask what the matter was.
"Darling, why are you crying? Did something happen back home?" Mr. Evans hadn't gotten used to calling this house for home either. Mrs. Evans just flung her arms around his neck. "Oh, darling. They have killed Lily and James. That horrible man she wrote about in her last letter have found them and killed them. I just got a letter from the Ministry of Magic." Mr. Evans had some problems with figuring out what his wife was trying to tell him, since she was crying, but eventually he realized it. Their beautiful youngest daughter was dead. Her husband, who always looked like a little boy was dead. They were both dead. But they hadn't been the only ones in the little family. Even if Mr. Evans' eyes were just as wet as his wife's he couldn't let the sorrow take total control. 'I'll deal with it tomorrow. Today I have to be able to think.' He thought to himself.
"What about the children? Did they die, or what? Come on, Mary. We can cry later. Now we have to think about the children." Amaryllis Evans looked up at her husband. "No," she said. "The letter mentions that the children survived. Apparently they are in the care of that nice headmaster of the school Lily and James went to. I expect we'll have a letter from him soon. He has always been more trust-worthy than these Ministry people." Mr. and Mrs. Evans had gotten quite used to the terms and traditions of the Wizarding world after the first shocks the first years.
"Yes, the headmaster is most certainly right now sitting and writing us a letter. Then he'll owl it as soon as he's finished, where he tells us what he is going to do. I expect that he will want to keep the two of them safe from the horrible man." Gregory Evans happened to think very highly of the headmaster of Hogwarts. He was a sensible man, with just enough eccentric habits to make him a character. Dumbledore was honest and loyal. And he had been the one to contact the Evans family to explain to them what it meant for them that Lily was a witch.
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Professor Dumbledore would've been pleased to know that Mr. Evans held him in such high regard as he was sitting by his desk writing them a letter.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Evans.
By now I am sure you have heard the tragic news from the Ministry and are wondering what really happened. You know that Lily and James were in hiding from Voldemort. In some strange way he found out where they were hiding and the result you know.
I believe that Lily and James managed to put a charm on their children that protected them from harm. Thus when Voldemort was trying to kill Harry, the spell back-fired and he was defeated. I am sitting here in my chambers at Hogwarts writing this, and I have the children safe in my custody.
Unfortunately after Voldemort was defeated the rest of the Wizarding world sees the one who defeated him as a hero. I don't think it would be healthy for any child to grow up, knowing that they saved the world. I am not completely certain that Voldemort was in fact defeated completely, so we are going to have to take precautions.
The only way for us to do this is to split the twins. They are going to have to live in your world until they are big enough to handle my world. I know your oldest daughter has a son about Harry's age, so I'll send him to live with them. I am sure they'll make great friends. I am going to put extra spells on the house to ensure his safety.
Are you feeling young enough to raise another child? If you are, then I wondered if Kendra could come and live with you? There will be charms on your house to protect that as well. Please send back a reply with Fawkes, the phoenix.
I am forever yours,
Albus Dumbledore.
After Dumbledore had finished his letter he looked over in the improvised cradle that held the twins which he was certain would be so important for the world. Harry had black hair, like his father had had. Green eyes like his mother. Now he even had a useful scar provided by Voldemort. Kendra had red hair like her mother and blue eyes like her father. They didn't look much like twins.
He walked over to them and put one of his hands on Harry's head and the other one on Kendra's. "I am sure you're just as confused as I am over what has happened in the last twenty four hours. What I am going to do to you now might confuse you even more, Harry you are going to stay with a nice man called Rubeus Hagrid for a while. Afterwards he'll take you to your aunt and uncles house. They even have a cousin for you to play with. While Harry is with Hagrid I am going to take you to see your grand-parents, Kendra." Neither one of them smiled up at him. "Trust me, it is for the best. In some years time, when all have quieted down you'll see each other again."
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"They are doing WHAT?" Petunia Dursley, née Evans shrieked at her husband who was reading to her the letter left them by Dumbledore. "How can my parents even consider to take one of the brats into their house? What will happen to little Duddiekins? They surely will raise the brat as they raised my freakish sister. Vernon. We're taking in the other brat. I am not going to be any less charitable than my parents. But since this is all their fault for allowing Lily to go to the freak school, I'm not speaking to them again, ever."
Vernon Dursley just sighed and agreed with his wife. He had found out that it was easier to agree than to disagree, because she had a horrid temper. "But where is he going to live? He can't have any of Dudley's rooms because they are full." They both started thinking, ignoring Harry who was lying on the floor. "I've got it. He can stay in the cupboard under the stairs."
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"Oh, darling. How adorable she is. Look her hair is precisely the same colour as Lily's, and yours. Her little hands with all ten fingers. I am sure that she is going to grow up to be a great beauty, just like her mum and granny." Mr. and Mrs Evans were standing over the crib they had bought for Kendra. They had been awed since the moment Dumbledore had brought her to them. Since Lily and James had had to go into hiding they hadn't seen her before that.
"I am almost positive that she is smiling at me. Hello Kennie, how are you this morning?" They were thrilled to have her in the house, she looked so much like Lily it somehow made the grief easier to bear. They had put her into the spare bedroom, which they had decided would be her room.
"You know that she is going to have to know about the magic world, Mary. Dumbledore told me that there were a school, very much similar to Hogwarts here in France where Kennie would be able to go." Mr. Evans put his left hand around his wife's shoulders. "He felt that we should let her be aware of her situation from the beginning, but allowing her to go to a "normal" preschool and such. It would make it easier for her once she got in at Beauxbatons if she knew French on beforehand." Mrs. Evans just sighed and put her head on his shoulder.
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Over the next years the twins developed differently. Harry was at the Dursleys, being bullied, underfed and clothed in Dudley's clothes. Kendra was growing up at her grandparents, living under the name of Evans. She had many friends in the neighbourhood, most of them boys. Kendra grew up to be at tomboy. The reasons for that might be many; her grandfather treated her like the son he'd never had, taking her to go fishing, to see soccer games and to generally everything he thought would amuse her. Her grandmother didn't insist on putting her into frilly dresses like she had done with Petunia and Lily, nor did she insist that Kendra would have to learn to be a lady. But the most important reason why Kendra became a tomboy was the neighbourhood they were living in. There were no girls at the same age as her whom she could play dolls with. All the neighbourhood children were boys.
So Kendra grew up a tomboy, and her best friends were Felix, Gerard, Marc and Roland. They did everything together, went to the same Ecole Maternelle (Kindergarten/Preschool), the same Ecole Elémentaire (Elementary school), but when they reached the age of ten/eleven and were about to begin at the Collège together Kendra knew that it wouldn't happen. She had got her letter from Beauxbatons.
"Why do I have to go to the stupid school? I want to continue to go to school with Felix, Gerard, Marc and Roland, why can't I do that grandmother?" Her grandmother looked at her with a steely glare and Kendra blushed. She knew that she had to go to Beauxbatons to learn how to do magic. Dumbledore had told her that quite often during the holidays he normally spent with them. "But what about the rugby team, how are they going to manage without me? We nearly won the cup this year, so we have a serious shot at it next year. But if I go away it won't be the same." Kendra used her big blue eyes to make her grandmother feel sorry for her.
"Kendra, this is not a subject up for discussion. It has been decided ever since you came to live with us that at the age of eleven you would go to Beauxbatons and learn of your heritage. Case closed. Let's move on to a different subject. The list you received along with your letter clearly states that we have some serious shopping to do. We're off to "Le vieux chaudron" on Rue de Bonaparte in Paris." She smiled at her granddaughter, knowing how much she hated shopping. "I only hope it is easier to find than "the Leaky cauldron" was." She added to her husband.
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Much to her own astonishment Kendra enjoyed being at Beauxbatons. She quickly got a new group of male friends to do tricks and pranks with her. When she discovered Quidditch she was ecstatic.
Dear Granny and Grandpa.
I've discovered something nearly as violent as Rugby. The wizard sports of Quidditch is so much fun. I am a beater, which means I can smack the bludgers as hard as I want to into the other players to prevent them from scoring. Sometimes people even get pushed off their brooms. But don't worry. I won't do that to anyone. Yet. How is everyone? What's up with the rugby team?
Madame Herbe tells me that I am one of her best students in Charms. But Fleur Delacour is far better than me. She's one or two years older than me, but I thought it was nice of Madame Herbe to tell me so anyway. Fleur's sister, Gabrielle is in my year.
I am not doing very well in transfiguration, there seems to be something not logical about turning a rubber band into a pincushion. But here is my resolve for the New Year. I am going to be best in every subject.
I think you're laughing at me. Jean-Claude most certainly did when I told him. When I think back, so did Michel, Joachim and Christophe. As if the news of me studying should be such a laughable matter.
Monsieur Haute said that I had better start to think about what I should do after leaving. But that is ages away. I think I'll go put a dungbomb somewhere to prove to the boys I still got it, no matter what they think of me studying.
Love you lots,
Kennie…
Kendra put away her quill and fastened the letter around the leg of her owl, Thyra. "Go to Grannie, Thyra."
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So the years went. The triwizard tournament came and all the eldest of the students at Beauxbatons went to Hogwarts to have a go. It didn't surprise Kendra one tiny bit when she discovered that Fleur was going to be their champion. Kendra and Gabrielle were just too young, but Gabrielle went wherever her sister did.
The Beauxbatons came back, without the victory but carrying tales of Hogwarts and the strange headmaster. Kendra held her mouth; she couldn't tell them that Dumbledore had been a part of her summers for as long as she could remember. But the most astonishing thing for the young students was the tales of the famous Harry Potter. "'e was just so good-looking. Eef only ' e'd been a year older. ' e looked so ' eroic."
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"Kendra Nikita Evans? Would you be as kind as to follow me"? One of the headmistress' pages came to the Charms room and asked for Kendra. She couldn't do anything but obey. When they finally arrived at the chambers of the headmistress Dumbledore was there. 'Why is he here? He never comes to France, except for in the summers. Something has to be wrong.' "What is it?" Dumbledore looked at her with tears in his eyes. "Voldemort made a raid here in France last night. Among the dead ones were your grandparents. I have come to transfer you to Hogwarts where you'll be safe." He stepped forward and gave her a comforting hug. She began to sob into his robe.
When she was all cried out she had to ask. "Am I transferring now? There are only a month left of the year? Wouldn't it be more sensible if I transferred so that I could start my sixth year anew at Hogwarts?" Kendra stayed for the last month. Dumbledore came back for her when it ended, and they spent the summer packing up and cleaning the little house where her grandparents had been so happy, and where she had been growing up. Now she was starting a new life. As a new person, free to do what she wanted.