A/N: The characteristic beginning author's note shall be withheld till the end. I know- I'm bad. One note: It will now state, both in here and the summary- This story is partly AU. Lily Evans did NOT die. Don't ask me to explain. All shall be explained, but she didn't die, as made specific in all 5 Harry Potter Books. Rest of the notes at the end.
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Le Garçon Qui Ne vit Pas plus
Chapter 4
Pity
I am the angel who's lost their way
I've also lost track of week and day
Sitting in rooms with white-washed walls
There's no such thing as a telephone call
When you reside in purgatory, just the same
It's so hard to realize that no one cares
And when the one you love the most
Is blissfully unaware
Love out of pity is sinful indeed
Life proceeded to carry on as usual, just as it always had. No one could realize that my life had become any different, that I could seem to be a different person. The only problem was my penchant for frequent flashbacks. It's the feeling that someone is trying to tell you something, and never realizing until it's right in front of your face. I feared that this chain of events would prove to be most deadly indeed.
It was my trip to the Potter household, once again, that would change everything. The second one, I recall.
Virginia pulled me through the house to the study, and sat me down in a leather chair. Then she, to my dismay, started to pace back and forth.
"Ginny, what's wrong?"
"Look, Alice," she sighed, "I can't find any information on anyone named Alice Everett. I can find information on a woman named Evelyn Everett."
I froze.
"Is she of relation?"
"I've never heard of her." Hopefully, she wouldn't notice my stammering.
"Well, she should be your age by now. Had some kind of illicit relationship with a man with the last name of 'Mauvais'. Her parents were death eaters, origins unknown. That's all I dug up." She nodded, obviously pleased with her research.
"Well, as you know, my parents weren't death eaters, and I've never met anyone with the last name of Mauvais…" I paused. "Any evidence linking me to Draco?"
"None at all. Did you know that the Malfoys used to summer in France?"
I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy trying to block information out of my mind.
Evelyn… Evelyn… Evelyn…
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"Evelyn!"
"Yes, father?" The girl stood up, now at the age of twelve. Her silky black hair flowed gracefully down her back and just barely reached her hip. She was dressed in a green cashmere sweater and black silk skirt, looking more around the age of seventeen than twelve. Her green eyes were framed by thick black lashes and her face was formed like doll's- with red ruby lips and pale, high cheekbones.
"Veille, I want you to meet the son of Mr. Mauvais. His name is Edward. He has come to visit for the afternoon while his father is on… business. I expect you to watch him in the house?"
"Yes, father, of course." Her father left, and the girl was left looking at a tall, slender boy with the posture of a statue. Though Evelyn was tall herself, this boy was much taller. Estimated around the age of fourteen or fifteen, his pale face was accented by his almost paler blonde hair. He looked unconcerned with the world around him, and let his eyes travel around the room. She met his grey-orbed glare and hastily looked away.
"So you're Evelyn?" He smirked and looked her once over, "And you're supposed to be twelve?"
"Very much so. Would you like some tea?" She tried to smirk but to no avail. He let out a small snort, almost like a laugh.
"You may call me Edward, I suppose. We go by middle names here. Are you named after your mother?"
"Well, my middle name is," She shifted her weight and blushed, "Mother has two middle names. One is Virginia, the other Rachel." She nodded, adding tact.
"What's her first name?" They sat down on the couch, and it never occurred to her that he might be asking too many questions. She decided to sidestep.
"I don't know. Father just calls her Rachel."
"Ah," He nodded and reached for a cup of tea. "I also have two middle names. The other one is-"
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"Draco Edward Lucius Malfoy, you have a visitor." The word visitor rang through the padded room, echoing the loudspeaker. Draco slowly turned around, facing me with a smirk on his face.
"I never knew your full name, Draco." I smiled and sat in a chair, staring him down.
"Vous me conduisez insensé, vous savez cela?" You're driving me insane, you know that?
My grin grew wider, "You're already insane."
"Non, tout le monde autour de moi est fou. Je suis normal." No, everyone around me is mad. I'm normal.
I shrugged, "Either way. Virginia said you used to live in France."
"Vous a fait si, "Alice"." So did you, "Alice".
Internally shuddering, I continued, "I only spent the summers there. My father was… located there."
"Mon père était dans la dissimulation là-bas. Vous a fait si." My father was in hiding there. So was yours.
I fought the urge to spit on the ground in front of me, "Your father should not be used in the same sentence as mine."
"Ils étaient les deux hommes horribles." They were both horrible men.
My eyes held a glint of remorse. "C'était le défaut de ma mère." It was my mother's fault.
"Votre mère ne l'a pas aimé." Because your mother didn't love him.
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She was sitting in the drawing room with puffy red eyes, surrounded by silks of every color. Her lush red hair was hanging limply down to her shoulders, her face held a pained expression.
Evelyn stopped in front of the door, calling- "Mother?"
Her mother cried and placed her face in her hands, rocking back and forth.
"James…"
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"So, you're Alice Everett? Welcome to the Ministry Archive. How can I help you?" A female secretary nodded, and got out of her desk, "Give me a topic and I can direct you."
"Anything you can find on a woman named Evelyn Everett, please."
"Certainly," The woman pointed to my left, "Walk straight down this hallway until you reach the door marked 'People'. Third stack to your left start the E's."
I nodded and smiled, then proceeded to scale the hallway. Reaching the stack, I browsed until I found the Ev section.
Evans… Everett.
Your mother doesn't love me anymore, Evie. You're all I have. All I have…
I shook myself out of my thoughts and pulled the folder out of the archives. Sitting down on the table, I began to read.
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"Father, where's mother?"
Her father sighed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
"Veille, your mother is out on… business."
"When will she be back?" She looked up at him with confused eyes, and received a cold stare full of sorrow. Evelyn didn't enjoy when her father acted like this. It was confusing.
"She'll be back… later." He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped a tear from his eye. She could see the faint outline of his initials on the hem-
TMR
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End Chapter Four
Alright, here are my promised notes:
This story is partly AU now because the plot wouldn't work otherwise. I could have gone back and edited a couple things, but I write stories as new ideas come to me. It's no fun if I have a plan! I do have a plan for this ending, including my promised action sequence to my fangirls! Yay for fangirls!
truthxlies- Yes, you have permission to use the song. I actually made it up myself, and just used the French translator. Everything sounds good in French *smirk*
The new chapter of Think Twice comes next, or Margaret kills me. Then this, then Harry-less, then TIKI, then WIRED, etc. It's hard having 5 fics!
And since I love you, here are some author's notes:
DragonsMistress Oh, thank you so much for liking the fic! I'm glad that my translation adds substance to it. MoonDevil99 Haha, thanks! I really don't take French. I just have the most talented translator in the world. I'll put a link up in the next chapter. Vampire Bat No more fruit! Not my fault! I swear! I'm a good girl. CheshireCat283 Yes, it's a good little ficlet. Behaves itself, too. Mattie, I need you to beta soon. Beware! Idhren Noletura Iddy! You reviewed me! Thank you so much! I love you too. Bet you didn't think Alice had THIS kind of mind, eh? Alice in Wonderland Yes Alice, It's very good. I love it. Caffeine You are, by far, the best reviewer in the world. Therefore, you get the longest thank you note! Thank you so much for reviewing all of my stories the way you do. It means so much to me. You don't even KNOW how much it means. Well, you may have a slight idea. But still. It's alright that your last review was lacking the amount of humor that it usually does. You can make it up next time. Damn you to the rabid cow's bridal tent! The counter Hey, you, shut up. Mors Sorry I didn't let you read this earlier. You'd change it and freak me out. See- I AM good at writing angsty stuff!
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