**Hey guys, well I think Im gonna do less talking this time, cause I just
realized after writing 43 Chapters that no one hardly reads this, and when
I say announcements like for example that the last Chapter, well wasn't the
last chapter of the story no one knew. Because I got Reviews asking if it
was the last chapter! Well it isn't! **
**Anywho in this chapter there will be a nice long talk between Harry and Elloyha.So for the Elloyha fans, you guys should be pretty happy, because she is a big part of the chapter, and a lot of her past will finally come clear if you already havn't predicted it. And I just want to make things clear her age and certain years are gonna be mentioned. And I know she is supposed to be like 35, and I know if there is something weird and not right about. Because according to everything I said she is supposed to be 25, but there is a reason, but that won't be found out, unless I make a sequel about her. THANKS! AND ENJOY! **
CHAPTER 43-ELLOYHA'S PAST AND THE TRUTH
HARRY'S POV
I remember having a horrible headache, almost as if someone had beaten me in the head with a frying pan. And I remember having the most horrible of dreams. Well more like a nightmare, were all I could hear was a horrible dark sinister laugh coming from a white sort of fuzzy cloud, but it looked awfully deceiving, and then came a dark angel out of the mist, and saved and protected me from that fuzzy white cloud. And then the dark angel slowly came to me and the mist sort of faded away, and as she reached me she became smaller and smaller and her face changed into that of a teen. She had intense green eyes with sparks of red, and she wore baggy jeans that crawled over the floor and a black tshirt loosely fit. Her hair was long and dark and went down her back and formed almost those of wings of a dark angel.
She approached me and she had an innocent smile and slowly the red sparks in her eye dimmed away and I felt myself shrinking and shrinking until I felt myself being held in her arms as she would with a baby. She whispered to me:
"Im sorry it has to be this way, but he's coming for me Harry.he won't stop for anything until he finds me." she pondered and looked behind her and I saw the tears swell in her eyes. ".They won't be able to stop him.I have to go.OH NOOO!"
And that was all I heard, she slowly slid away from me and all I could hear was screaming and screaming and my name being called out in the distance far awar, whispering, "HARRY, HARRY."
"Harry wake up your having a dream." I heard a soft mellow voice say.
I sat immediately up and looked at my surroundings. I blinked my eyes and realized I wasn't wearing my glasses, when someone handed them to me and said "Here" and they put it on my face. Once they were on I realized it was Professor Evee.
"Professor Evee, I .are you.how is." But she immediately shushed me and closed her eyes, and I wondered why every time I found myself waking up in the hospital wing, I found myself being a awakened and then shushed, I hated that.
I looked around the room, and then it came to me, I was in the hospital wing. And not just any ordinary hospital wing, the one at Hogwarts. We wern't at Durmstrang anymore. We were home. I was home. I reconized the daylight that warmed the windows and the look of the stone walls where I once heard voices from the great Basilisk, it all looked so pleasantly familiar, and I felt that I was finally at home.
"Yes.you finally are home." Answered Elloyha, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
"What happened Professor Evee? I thought you were dead. I thought I was dead now that I think of it." I answered putting my hand to my head feeling very confused.
"Well after I deflected that attack, I decided to lie dead for awhile." She answered looking at me with stern eyes.
"What? Why would you do that? I almost got killed?" I knew though even though I almost got killed, and if she really wasn't dead then I knew she was probaly watching me the whole time.
"Because I knew you had it in you to weaken him enough, to actually kill him." She explained as if it were obvious.
"But I didn't kill him though." I answered back angered with myself.
"I know, and you wouldn't be able to no matter what you did. Only one person can ever kill a Voldemort, and that is another Voldemort, I thought you would of figured that out by now." She smirked slightly, almost giving me the eerie impression of her father's smirk. I shuddered slightly and quickly her smirk dissapeared in a depressed sort of dazed look.
"Im sorry." I said.
"Don't be Harry." She said looking down.
"I guess Im not as smart as you credit me for." I said looking back up at her.
She looked at me almost surprised. "I would of never of killed him if it wern't for you Harry, you were a great help."
"What happened after I passed out." I asked her even though I knew she most likely wouldn't want to get into the details of killing her own father.
"After you passed out, so did he, but I knew he was not dead. And it was thanks to Hermione that I actually got up to kill him." She explained.
I looked at her very surprised. "Really? Whatever did she do?"
Professor Evee took in a slight smile and said, "She went to help you."
"What?" I didn't understand.
"She got up going against Draco's wishes and went to your side when Voldemort was still alive, I knew that he would get up, but I just needed to put her at risk for one second, just so I can put myself up to killing him. I don't think I ever faced something so hard in my life." She explained all to me, for once actually telling me what she really felt.
"Is Hermione okey?" I asked in hurry and also, "What else happened?"
"Hermione is fine, she has a few burns all over her arms and legs. Voldemort when he died and the sun's power began to leave him, it scalded her skin. I didn't intend for that to happen that way, but with a bit of magic, and Maddam Pomfrey's healing she should be okey." She explained all in one breath.
I stared at her to keep talking.
"So after Hermione got out of the way I surprised.my da.ahem, my father by appearing with a long sword and stabbing him through the back until it came out through his.chest, and then I took it out again and dropped it..." she looked down and her eyes for once looked natural and red rimmed. ".And then we exchanged a few words and he died.he dissolved and dissapeared.he's gone.he's gone." She repeated more to herself then to me.
I put my hand on hers and and she looked up at me and smiled and put her hand on mine. "Their death is finally avenged Harry." she smiled sympatheticlly again.
"Whose death?" I responded totally caught up in the moment.
She looked down and up at me again and with a very weak smile she answered with "Our parents."
I couldn't believe what she had just told me, whatever did she mean. We couldn't have the same parents, because her father was Voldemort and her mother had died when she was just a baby. How could it be? It just didn't make sense to me anymore and I put both my hands on my head, as it began to hurt, and I realized that I still felt dizzy from the battle.
"Harry stop thinking about all that and let me explain things from the beginning, just so you don't get confused and mislead alright." She smiled and sat back as if getting ready for a long story.
But first she waved her hand in the air, making two glasses of tea to appear, one that she held on to and began to take sips out of and the other which she gave to me, which I just sipped and placed on the table. I was way to intrigue to begin drinking tea.
FLASHBACK EVEE TALKS
I was admitted into Hogwarts when I was 3 years old Harry. 3. And as you know the youngest there are 11. Therefore I would of graduated at the age of 6 or 7, but my father never commited me there, and he never wished for me to mix with such phesants, people who he didn't see fit in seeing me.
He did treat me very well, and he loved me very much, and would kill any death eater who would speak low of me when asked to take commands from me. But I was very young at the time, so I took advantage of the fact that I was smarter and born a wand-no, so I killed people at every chance I got just to please my father. Slowly though as years went by, killing didn't please me, and as I began to understand being wise upon my years, I began to question my father, but he never grew tired of me. Ever.
But one day when I was 8 or 9 we were in some town, and my father and his Death Eaters were plotting and growing strong agaisnt the Ministry of Magic and they had cause much chaos that day. So all of us were running through the streets, I behind my father with my new pet kitty in my hand. I remember that night very well. As if it were yesterday even. And as we ran my kitty jumped out of my arms towards some house that looked so clean and welcoming. The house had a sign outside that said it was sold. I then realized that I had suddenly lost my father. And I stood there outside the house in the middle of the street. I had thought he had forgotten me.
I heard someone call me into the bushes and it was my father hidding there. He said,
'Elloyha, Daddy is in big trouble with the Ministry, so I need you to stay here hiding and I will come right back for you as soon as I make this problem go away okey?' He told me back then when he wasn't so corrupted by evil and his eyes wern't as red. I responded him and nodded my head by saying "Okey daddy". And I remembered him smiling at me.
As he turned to walk away, I called to him, beginning to use that mind reading power of mine.
"Will you ever come back for me Daddy?" and he replied startled by saying, "Come here." and he hugged me for the very first time. Years later I realized that he never truly answered my question.
I sat on the stone steps of the great big empty house and waited. And waited. My kitty never came back. But I took it that she gave me a sign and brought me to that house for a reason. A day passed then two, three and a week and nothing he never came back, and I had begun to loose all hope. But then one day, an enourmous truck passed by followed by a tiny car with the sign of 'just married' in the back, and then I saw them pull up on the driveway. I saw two people leave the car, I tall man with dark hair and dark eyes and glasses, and a beautiful woman with red hair and green eyes."
They had seen me and pointed me out as they walk toward the doorstep where I now stood, arms crossed and more determined then any other 8 or 9-year- old. The beautiful lady came to me and knelt down towards me and spoke.
"Hello Darling, what are you doing here, where is your mother?" she asked me very politely and softly. Her kindness and her sweetness struck me; no one had ever treated me like that in my life, so I responded her quite quickly.
"Hello, I am waiting, and my mother is dead." I remember telling them plainly with no pain or movement in my face.
The lady had stood up once again and now the man came down to me and spoke. "Who are you waiting for honey?" you asked me putting a hand on my shoulder.
"My father" I answered him looking at where he put his hand with a questioned looks upon my face.
The man came up again and looked at his wife and they both nodded, and the wife put out a hand for me to grab and told me. "Well sweety why don't you wait inside for him alright, I'll give you a nice cup of tea and some cookies, how about that?"
I simply nodded at her but did not take a hold of her hand. And then she asked me, "What is you name?"
"Voldemort.. Elloyha Voldemort" and that day I slept in an empy room with white walls and a sea blue thick carpet, and I remember going to bed with the sound of them arguing and talking about me, for my name was mentioned many times.
I never quite understood what happened, the next morning they had gone and when they came back they explained to me that I could stay with them as long as I wanted until my father came to get me.
Well days became weeks, which then became months, and soon became years, and he never came for me. I lived with this couple which I learn as the days went on who had just recently gotten married and were looking to start a family of their own.
They had treated me like a daughter even though they knew I kept to myself. Each year when the letter from Hogwarts came around, they asked if I wanted to go, and I always said no, obliged to what my Father wanted for me.
I used to spend hours in my room, which once realizing and learning that I was born with the gift called wand no, that I could make appear anything that I wanted, so I made my room grow and shrink, and change colors, and appearences. Usually it was made with stone walls and black floors, just as the home where I once lived with my father.
Never did I understand why he didn't come for me, but I was happy with the Potters, and I wasn't sure I wanted to go back anymore. I hardly ever left the Potters household and when I did, I could feel myself been watched as if ghostly shadows were upon me, and I would become angered by this, and my eyes would turn red, and my hair would stretch and glow, and people would get scared. So I always kept to myself.
But one year, when I was 11, hard times began brewing. Killings and mysterious deaths of those without pure blood, and muggles would die too. It was horrible, and that very year in the summer the best miracle yet had happened. My foster parents had a child, a beautiful baby boy with the most gorgeous of green eyes that burst through. It was you Harry.
I spent hours with you, every night sitting close to your crib, I didn't know why but I sensed the need to protect you, you see back then I didn't understand that intuition of mine. But I could feel something horrible was to happen.
And one night you were in bed, and we were eating at the table and we heard shrieking outside and the sound of people apparating through the wizard neighbourhood. We heard questions such as "Where is she?" or "Bring me to her?" and for some reason I knew they were there to find me but I didn't know who it was.
"Evee, run upstairs and take Harry and find a corner or somewhere to hide in quick" Lily had told me with a rush in her voice.
"Noo!" I yelled. "I can help let me stay."
"You can't Evee, you have to protect him only you can do that." James told me ushering me away as if they both knew something that I didn't.
That's when Lily took a hold of me and as we ran through the room and up the stairs we heard the door burst open, and all I remember seeing is a great green light flashing through the kitchen. We were in your bedroom, and Lily handed me you and put you in my arms. There were tears coming down her face.
"I love you Harry, and I love you too Evee." She had told us both. No one had ever told me they loved me. My eyes now were growing red and a faint glow went throughout my body.
"Please don't go, not you too!" I cried after her.
Then a man cloaked in black came into the room, his face was covered and all that could be seen were his scaly white long fingers holding a wand up at Lily. I looked at him, and this power inside me had grown aswell as the anger.
"Out of the way you filthy mudblood, you know what Im here to pick up!" he yelled.
"You can never have." And she just determinedly stepped in from of us, when the dark man tipped his wand at her, and cried out the most unforgivable of curses. And I just screamed as she just died for us in the name of love, leaving us both with a mark, a mark of love.
"Hello Elloyha" the man said looking at me with the most familiar of voices. And then I realized that no one besides the Potters knew my name. That's when he pulled down his hood, and it was my father.
"Daddy?" I asked looking at him questionably still clutching Harry in my arms.
"Yes daughter Im here for you know, just like I said I would." He explained as if he were only gone for a day.
"You forgot me!" I cried at him, letting it just sink in. "You never came back for me, you never came back for me!" I screamed and screamed and screamed. "You killed my family!"
"And yet Elloyha I have one more to kill." He pointed at you.
"Noooo!" I yelled at him. And pulled you closer to me and for the first time I mumbled out a spell that would save both our lives. I placed you on your crib and whispered:
The smell of death is in the air, And I have too soon bid farewell. I wish you strenght and power, That soon when I leave, It will flower. Have no fear, My brother dear, I love you, And I always will be near.
And with my newly conjured spell, I sent a protectiveness into you, and gave you more strenght that a Wand No can only give.
Soon after that I apparated away and vanished, leaving you and my father, where he was defeated by a baby, and was never seen again for another 11 years. And well you know the rest of the story Harry.
HARRY'S POV
I couldn't believe the story that I had just heard. Was it really true? Then I did have family besides Sirius, and she maybe wasn't blood, but neither was he, but she loved me just as much, and I realized now that Ive always loved her too.
"Sorry if I confused you Harry." She apologized looking down.
"Noo, Im not confused, just a lot to take in. I just have one question though Professor."
"Call me Evee." she demanded.
"Evee?" I repeated to myself. "Well how come if my mom sacrificed herself for both you and me and then we both faced Voldemort, then how come I have a scar and you don't?"
"That is a very good question Harry." And she smiled for the first time very sneaky. And then she sweeped her hair to one side as she took of a scarf that she always had around her neck. And there it was, a scar, in the same lightening shape but facing the opposite way.
"Whoah!" I said looking at her. "So that's why you always had it covered!"
"That's right!" she said placing it back on her neck. "But anyways, I think you should rest and stay in bed now."
I wanted to object and see how my friends were doing, but I needed time to think about all she had just told me, and I soon realized that I was growing very sleepy.
"Evee?" I called out as she got up to leave.
"Yes?" she asked me.
"Im glad you're my sister." I answered at her making her smile for the first time in a very joyful way. And then I surprised her by throwing myself into a hug with her, where at first she felt a bit uncomfortable but soon pats me on the head and let me go.
As she walked away I couldn't of felt any safer, she would always watch over me even if it meant her own death, and even though it made me scared, at the same it felt rather reasuring.
**Anywho in this chapter there will be a nice long talk between Harry and Elloyha.So for the Elloyha fans, you guys should be pretty happy, because she is a big part of the chapter, and a lot of her past will finally come clear if you already havn't predicted it. And I just want to make things clear her age and certain years are gonna be mentioned. And I know she is supposed to be like 35, and I know if there is something weird and not right about. Because according to everything I said she is supposed to be 25, but there is a reason, but that won't be found out, unless I make a sequel about her. THANKS! AND ENJOY! **
CHAPTER 43-ELLOYHA'S PAST AND THE TRUTH
HARRY'S POV
I remember having a horrible headache, almost as if someone had beaten me in the head with a frying pan. And I remember having the most horrible of dreams. Well more like a nightmare, were all I could hear was a horrible dark sinister laugh coming from a white sort of fuzzy cloud, but it looked awfully deceiving, and then came a dark angel out of the mist, and saved and protected me from that fuzzy white cloud. And then the dark angel slowly came to me and the mist sort of faded away, and as she reached me she became smaller and smaller and her face changed into that of a teen. She had intense green eyes with sparks of red, and she wore baggy jeans that crawled over the floor and a black tshirt loosely fit. Her hair was long and dark and went down her back and formed almost those of wings of a dark angel.
She approached me and she had an innocent smile and slowly the red sparks in her eye dimmed away and I felt myself shrinking and shrinking until I felt myself being held in her arms as she would with a baby. She whispered to me:
"Im sorry it has to be this way, but he's coming for me Harry.he won't stop for anything until he finds me." she pondered and looked behind her and I saw the tears swell in her eyes. ".They won't be able to stop him.I have to go.OH NOOO!"
And that was all I heard, she slowly slid away from me and all I could hear was screaming and screaming and my name being called out in the distance far awar, whispering, "HARRY, HARRY."
"Harry wake up your having a dream." I heard a soft mellow voice say.
I sat immediately up and looked at my surroundings. I blinked my eyes and realized I wasn't wearing my glasses, when someone handed them to me and said "Here" and they put it on my face. Once they were on I realized it was Professor Evee.
"Professor Evee, I .are you.how is." But she immediately shushed me and closed her eyes, and I wondered why every time I found myself waking up in the hospital wing, I found myself being a awakened and then shushed, I hated that.
I looked around the room, and then it came to me, I was in the hospital wing. And not just any ordinary hospital wing, the one at Hogwarts. We wern't at Durmstrang anymore. We were home. I was home. I reconized the daylight that warmed the windows and the look of the stone walls where I once heard voices from the great Basilisk, it all looked so pleasantly familiar, and I felt that I was finally at home.
"Yes.you finally are home." Answered Elloyha, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
"What happened Professor Evee? I thought you were dead. I thought I was dead now that I think of it." I answered putting my hand to my head feeling very confused.
"Well after I deflected that attack, I decided to lie dead for awhile." She answered looking at me with stern eyes.
"What? Why would you do that? I almost got killed?" I knew though even though I almost got killed, and if she really wasn't dead then I knew she was probaly watching me the whole time.
"Because I knew you had it in you to weaken him enough, to actually kill him." She explained as if it were obvious.
"But I didn't kill him though." I answered back angered with myself.
"I know, and you wouldn't be able to no matter what you did. Only one person can ever kill a Voldemort, and that is another Voldemort, I thought you would of figured that out by now." She smirked slightly, almost giving me the eerie impression of her father's smirk. I shuddered slightly and quickly her smirk dissapeared in a depressed sort of dazed look.
"Im sorry." I said.
"Don't be Harry." She said looking down.
"I guess Im not as smart as you credit me for." I said looking back up at her.
She looked at me almost surprised. "I would of never of killed him if it wern't for you Harry, you were a great help."
"What happened after I passed out." I asked her even though I knew she most likely wouldn't want to get into the details of killing her own father.
"After you passed out, so did he, but I knew he was not dead. And it was thanks to Hermione that I actually got up to kill him." She explained.
I looked at her very surprised. "Really? Whatever did she do?"
Professor Evee took in a slight smile and said, "She went to help you."
"What?" I didn't understand.
"She got up going against Draco's wishes and went to your side when Voldemort was still alive, I knew that he would get up, but I just needed to put her at risk for one second, just so I can put myself up to killing him. I don't think I ever faced something so hard in my life." She explained all to me, for once actually telling me what she really felt.
"Is Hermione okey?" I asked in hurry and also, "What else happened?"
"Hermione is fine, she has a few burns all over her arms and legs. Voldemort when he died and the sun's power began to leave him, it scalded her skin. I didn't intend for that to happen that way, but with a bit of magic, and Maddam Pomfrey's healing she should be okey." She explained all in one breath.
I stared at her to keep talking.
"So after Hermione got out of the way I surprised.my da.ahem, my father by appearing with a long sword and stabbing him through the back until it came out through his.chest, and then I took it out again and dropped it..." she looked down and her eyes for once looked natural and red rimmed. ".And then we exchanged a few words and he died.he dissolved and dissapeared.he's gone.he's gone." She repeated more to herself then to me.
I put my hand on hers and and she looked up at me and smiled and put her hand on mine. "Their death is finally avenged Harry." she smiled sympatheticlly again.
"Whose death?" I responded totally caught up in the moment.
She looked down and up at me again and with a very weak smile she answered with "Our parents."
I couldn't believe what she had just told me, whatever did she mean. We couldn't have the same parents, because her father was Voldemort and her mother had died when she was just a baby. How could it be? It just didn't make sense to me anymore and I put both my hands on my head, as it began to hurt, and I realized that I still felt dizzy from the battle.
"Harry stop thinking about all that and let me explain things from the beginning, just so you don't get confused and mislead alright." She smiled and sat back as if getting ready for a long story.
But first she waved her hand in the air, making two glasses of tea to appear, one that she held on to and began to take sips out of and the other which she gave to me, which I just sipped and placed on the table. I was way to intrigue to begin drinking tea.
FLASHBACK EVEE TALKS
I was admitted into Hogwarts when I was 3 years old Harry. 3. And as you know the youngest there are 11. Therefore I would of graduated at the age of 6 or 7, but my father never commited me there, and he never wished for me to mix with such phesants, people who he didn't see fit in seeing me.
He did treat me very well, and he loved me very much, and would kill any death eater who would speak low of me when asked to take commands from me. But I was very young at the time, so I took advantage of the fact that I was smarter and born a wand-no, so I killed people at every chance I got just to please my father. Slowly though as years went by, killing didn't please me, and as I began to understand being wise upon my years, I began to question my father, but he never grew tired of me. Ever.
But one day when I was 8 or 9 we were in some town, and my father and his Death Eaters were plotting and growing strong agaisnt the Ministry of Magic and they had cause much chaos that day. So all of us were running through the streets, I behind my father with my new pet kitty in my hand. I remember that night very well. As if it were yesterday even. And as we ran my kitty jumped out of my arms towards some house that looked so clean and welcoming. The house had a sign outside that said it was sold. I then realized that I had suddenly lost my father. And I stood there outside the house in the middle of the street. I had thought he had forgotten me.
I heard someone call me into the bushes and it was my father hidding there. He said,
'Elloyha, Daddy is in big trouble with the Ministry, so I need you to stay here hiding and I will come right back for you as soon as I make this problem go away okey?' He told me back then when he wasn't so corrupted by evil and his eyes wern't as red. I responded him and nodded my head by saying "Okey daddy". And I remembered him smiling at me.
As he turned to walk away, I called to him, beginning to use that mind reading power of mine.
"Will you ever come back for me Daddy?" and he replied startled by saying, "Come here." and he hugged me for the very first time. Years later I realized that he never truly answered my question.
I sat on the stone steps of the great big empty house and waited. And waited. My kitty never came back. But I took it that she gave me a sign and brought me to that house for a reason. A day passed then two, three and a week and nothing he never came back, and I had begun to loose all hope. But then one day, an enourmous truck passed by followed by a tiny car with the sign of 'just married' in the back, and then I saw them pull up on the driveway. I saw two people leave the car, I tall man with dark hair and dark eyes and glasses, and a beautiful woman with red hair and green eyes."
They had seen me and pointed me out as they walk toward the doorstep where I now stood, arms crossed and more determined then any other 8 or 9-year- old. The beautiful lady came to me and knelt down towards me and spoke.
"Hello Darling, what are you doing here, where is your mother?" she asked me very politely and softly. Her kindness and her sweetness struck me; no one had ever treated me like that in my life, so I responded her quite quickly.
"Hello, I am waiting, and my mother is dead." I remember telling them plainly with no pain or movement in my face.
The lady had stood up once again and now the man came down to me and spoke. "Who are you waiting for honey?" you asked me putting a hand on my shoulder.
"My father" I answered him looking at where he put his hand with a questioned looks upon my face.
The man came up again and looked at his wife and they both nodded, and the wife put out a hand for me to grab and told me. "Well sweety why don't you wait inside for him alright, I'll give you a nice cup of tea and some cookies, how about that?"
I simply nodded at her but did not take a hold of her hand. And then she asked me, "What is you name?"
"Voldemort.. Elloyha Voldemort" and that day I slept in an empy room with white walls and a sea blue thick carpet, and I remember going to bed with the sound of them arguing and talking about me, for my name was mentioned many times.
I never quite understood what happened, the next morning they had gone and when they came back they explained to me that I could stay with them as long as I wanted until my father came to get me.
Well days became weeks, which then became months, and soon became years, and he never came for me. I lived with this couple which I learn as the days went on who had just recently gotten married and were looking to start a family of their own.
They had treated me like a daughter even though they knew I kept to myself. Each year when the letter from Hogwarts came around, they asked if I wanted to go, and I always said no, obliged to what my Father wanted for me.
I used to spend hours in my room, which once realizing and learning that I was born with the gift called wand no, that I could make appear anything that I wanted, so I made my room grow and shrink, and change colors, and appearences. Usually it was made with stone walls and black floors, just as the home where I once lived with my father.
Never did I understand why he didn't come for me, but I was happy with the Potters, and I wasn't sure I wanted to go back anymore. I hardly ever left the Potters household and when I did, I could feel myself been watched as if ghostly shadows were upon me, and I would become angered by this, and my eyes would turn red, and my hair would stretch and glow, and people would get scared. So I always kept to myself.
But one year, when I was 11, hard times began brewing. Killings and mysterious deaths of those without pure blood, and muggles would die too. It was horrible, and that very year in the summer the best miracle yet had happened. My foster parents had a child, a beautiful baby boy with the most gorgeous of green eyes that burst through. It was you Harry.
I spent hours with you, every night sitting close to your crib, I didn't know why but I sensed the need to protect you, you see back then I didn't understand that intuition of mine. But I could feel something horrible was to happen.
And one night you were in bed, and we were eating at the table and we heard shrieking outside and the sound of people apparating through the wizard neighbourhood. We heard questions such as "Where is she?" or "Bring me to her?" and for some reason I knew they were there to find me but I didn't know who it was.
"Evee, run upstairs and take Harry and find a corner or somewhere to hide in quick" Lily had told me with a rush in her voice.
"Noo!" I yelled. "I can help let me stay."
"You can't Evee, you have to protect him only you can do that." James told me ushering me away as if they both knew something that I didn't.
That's when Lily took a hold of me and as we ran through the room and up the stairs we heard the door burst open, and all I remember seeing is a great green light flashing through the kitchen. We were in your bedroom, and Lily handed me you and put you in my arms. There were tears coming down her face.
"I love you Harry, and I love you too Evee." She had told us both. No one had ever told me they loved me. My eyes now were growing red and a faint glow went throughout my body.
"Please don't go, not you too!" I cried after her.
Then a man cloaked in black came into the room, his face was covered and all that could be seen were his scaly white long fingers holding a wand up at Lily. I looked at him, and this power inside me had grown aswell as the anger.
"Out of the way you filthy mudblood, you know what Im here to pick up!" he yelled.
"You can never have." And she just determinedly stepped in from of us, when the dark man tipped his wand at her, and cried out the most unforgivable of curses. And I just screamed as she just died for us in the name of love, leaving us both with a mark, a mark of love.
"Hello Elloyha" the man said looking at me with the most familiar of voices. And then I realized that no one besides the Potters knew my name. That's when he pulled down his hood, and it was my father.
"Daddy?" I asked looking at him questionably still clutching Harry in my arms.
"Yes daughter Im here for you know, just like I said I would." He explained as if he were only gone for a day.
"You forgot me!" I cried at him, letting it just sink in. "You never came back for me, you never came back for me!" I screamed and screamed and screamed. "You killed my family!"
"And yet Elloyha I have one more to kill." He pointed at you.
"Noooo!" I yelled at him. And pulled you closer to me and for the first time I mumbled out a spell that would save both our lives. I placed you on your crib and whispered:
The smell of death is in the air, And I have too soon bid farewell. I wish you strenght and power, That soon when I leave, It will flower. Have no fear, My brother dear, I love you, And I always will be near.
And with my newly conjured spell, I sent a protectiveness into you, and gave you more strenght that a Wand No can only give.
Soon after that I apparated away and vanished, leaving you and my father, where he was defeated by a baby, and was never seen again for another 11 years. And well you know the rest of the story Harry.
HARRY'S POV
I couldn't believe the story that I had just heard. Was it really true? Then I did have family besides Sirius, and she maybe wasn't blood, but neither was he, but she loved me just as much, and I realized now that Ive always loved her too.
"Sorry if I confused you Harry." She apologized looking down.
"Noo, Im not confused, just a lot to take in. I just have one question though Professor."
"Call me Evee." she demanded.
"Evee?" I repeated to myself. "Well how come if my mom sacrificed herself for both you and me and then we both faced Voldemort, then how come I have a scar and you don't?"
"That is a very good question Harry." And she smiled for the first time very sneaky. And then she sweeped her hair to one side as she took of a scarf that she always had around her neck. And there it was, a scar, in the same lightening shape but facing the opposite way.
"Whoah!" I said looking at her. "So that's why you always had it covered!"
"That's right!" she said placing it back on her neck. "But anyways, I think you should rest and stay in bed now."
I wanted to object and see how my friends were doing, but I needed time to think about all she had just told me, and I soon realized that I was growing very sleepy.
"Evee?" I called out as she got up to leave.
"Yes?" she asked me.
"Im glad you're my sister." I answered at her making her smile for the first time in a very joyful way. And then I surprised her by throwing myself into a hug with her, where at first she felt a bit uncomfortable but soon pats me on the head and let me go.
As she walked away I couldn't of felt any safer, she would always watch over me even if it meant her own death, and even though it made me scared, at the same it felt rather reasuring.