Chapter 4: Mood swings and meetings

A/N: It seems I have a devoted reader! Thanks a lot for your support Nick (what's the name of your story? I want to read it btw), as for Silver, thanks for your honest review. I'm taking your advice about spacing. If you guys hadn't noticed, I've gone through all the chapters and reposted them so they're easier to read. The last chapter was updated without my previewing it. Sorry guys! But I haven't mastered updating since I'm new. About the character, I promise you no Mary Sue character here, hang in if you want to and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. Anyway…read, review, enjoy. -Emily (By the way, thoughts are now in bold)

Eveline had smuggled her radio and CD player into the castle and convinced Dumbledore to perform an enchantment that allowed it to run even though electronics didn't usually run in Hogwarts. Eveline actually wondere how it ran with no electricity, but shrugged it off since she was in a bad mood. She went to her newly bought CD collection and pulled out something Dumbledore was bound to hate, she pulled out some Rage Against the Machine that she had heard on the pop station and began to do what all teenagers love to do every once in awhile. She lay on her bed listening to angry music and sunk down into her bad mood.

So it's all been fine and peachy with just Dumbledore here, but as soon as I'm supposed to meet someone new I almost kill them and they almost kill me. I just don't think people are my thing. And on those retarded teen melodramas Henrietta just loved (because she is retarded) all the kids tried to ruin the life of one kid and then once they accomplish that they just move on to the next one. I bet I turn out to be kid number two or three for the year. Eveline groaned and buried her head in her pillow.

After getting lost in fantasies of people abandoning her in the whomping willow and worse the music stopped. " Hey! What the hell happened?!" Eveline practically roared.

"And a very good morning to you too Eveline." Albus was surprised Eveline was acting this way. Usually she was quiet and contemplative.

"Bah!" Said Eveline, "Not to rude, Dumbledore, but what do you want?"

"Well, I have a sort of errand to run. About four students are coming to the castle early upon my request, and I have to go portkeying around England to get them. Portkeying and talking to parents is so boring, pretty please come with me Eveline." Dumbledore put on a mock sad girly face and Eveline had to laugh.

"That face was just darling, but no can do. Other kids, they'll eat me alive. They'll eat me alive and them toss my bones away and then other kids will come and grind my bones to make their bread! Do you understand what I mean? It's like yesterday with Hagrid, I can't make a good first, second, third or any impression. My plan is to just read in whatever tower you give me once the kids come here, it'll be good for my schoolwork."

"Why Eveline! That's just giving up, and no godchild of mine just gives up. Hagrid adores you, he thinks you're kind, polite and intelligent. And you are, not to mention slightly nutty. Seventeen year olds don't grind bones to make bread."

" I was using a metaphor!"

"Even so, you can take a book and wait outside while I talk to parents and then just meet the kids. You're getting all worked up over nothing. I think if you believe in yourself more and get some confidence you'll knock everyone dead." And it was true. Eveline really was talented, smart, funny and pretty. The best part about Eveline was she didn't know any of this, so on top of it she wasn't cocky, just horribly shy. Dumbledore didn't want her to shut everyone out. These meetings would give her a chance to open her mind and heart to a terrific bunch of youngsters.

" Oh, I'm sure I'll want to knock them dead. But not in the way you're talking about. If you're going to insist we might as well just go now and get this over with."

" There we go. Now, our first stop is the Dursley household and I'm going to show you how to make a portkey. You simply find a piece of trash or a discarded boot or anything all the people in your party can hold and you point your wand at it and say 'Portus!' then, you say exactly where you'd like to go. I'm going to make the portkey going to Little Whitting and you can make the portkey to the Granger household."

" Peachy" said Eveline Let's just get this whole ordeal over with.

In about five minutes Eveline was basking in the sun and the solitude of her herbology book. When Dumbledore first went in the house she heard a woman who must've had a very screechy voice scream and every so often she could hear a hearty mans guffaws and shouting. Eveline simply tried to ignore these sounds and the sound of a very loud T.V. while she was reading about mandrakes. About five minutes later Dumbledore stepped out of the quaint house and called Eveline. She turned her head and saw, for the very first time, Harry Potter. To her he wasn't Harry Potter of course, just a boy with Dumbledore. Oh no, I'm going to blow it. That boy…he's so tall and his chest is just muscled enough. And his hair is so cute and tossled. He's so nice looking.

Harry was ecstatic that Dumbledore had convinced the Dursleys to let him go to the seventeenth birthday celebration, of course, being without Harry for a week and not having to drive him to King's Cross station was definitely a factor.

"Eveline! Come over here and meet Harry." Dumbledore shouted to a small figure with long black hair that had waves in it, making the back of the girl look like an ocean at night. She slowly turned around and Harry gasped as softly as he could, time almost stopped when he first got a glimpse of her profile and then more and more of her face as a breeze moved loose strands around her face. Her eyes! They're purple! And they're shaped like almonds, so catlike. She's so short and slim, her light freckles just on the tops of her cheeks make her look even more unique. I hope she's not a third year, or even worse, younger than that. Ok, Potter, she's walking over. Don't stutter or trip or say anything stupid.

" Harry, this is Eveline. She's transferring to Hogwarts and will be with you in the sixth year class. Eveline, this is Harry Potter." Eveline's eyes widened when she heard the name THE Harry Potter? Dumbledore just accomplished the impossible and made me even more nervous about screwing up...even though Harry Potter probably has girls just crawling all over him. Both teenagers extended a hand and shook it, both stammering an awkward hello and both thinking about how they had blown it by stuttering and Harry just couldn't forgive himself when he realized his palm had been sweaty. "Now Eveline, recall what I told you this morning and portkey us over to the Granger household."

Eveline looked around and picked up a tree branch and muttered " P-portus, Hermione Granger's house, just outside of London." In a minute all three of them felt the trademark pull on their bellybutton and were in front of Hermiones house. Dumbledore walked on in and Harry and Eveline walked to the shade of another tree. Eveline stared at Harry for about thirty seconds What to say. I wonder what he's interested in. Ok, I've been staring at him for a while. Look away look away! Eveline began reading about the mandrake again. Harry cleared his throat and began looking at Eveline reading. She looks so composed and mature all the time. And the freckles! They're melting my heart…Dumbledore broke into his thoughts and introduced Hermione to Eveline. I can see why Harry was having such a fun time staring at her while Dumbledore went to get her. She's really pretty and Dumbledore told me she was able to potrkey them here, which is impressive. But Harry should be more discrete about staring at people who are probably feeling very self-conscious. What a prat! thought Hermione.

Within minutes they were back at Hogwarts castle and Eveline was running up the staircase to her room after meeting Ron and then muttering something about having a herbology assignment she needed to start right away. " Well Hermione, you and Evie should get along famously. Two bookworms are the best of friends, seems a bit shy though." Hermione didn't take offense, she merely said "She and Harry seem like they'd get along too" with a sly grin and then added " Ron, you don't even know if she'd like that nickname, stop it."

Dumbledore watched Eveline retreat back to her room. Old habits die hard I suppose, but she can't hide forever. In a few hours the party will commence. The twinkle returned to Dumbledore's eyes when he watched Hermione and Harry talking with all the Weasleys in the great hall. " Kids! We're going to start decorating, so out of here and romp around outside." With that the preparations began to commence and Eveline changed back into her pajamas.