Chapter 2 – Rough Train Rides and Tentative Truces
Disclaimer - i do not own Harry Potter, if i did, then i would be very rich, and would be spending my time doing really rich things, like shopping, instead of writing fanfiction.
AN - I've got at least the first few chapters of this story written, so i'll probably post frequently fora while, and then it'll slow down as i get writers block
"Mom, okay I love you, no really I do. I swear to God…what? Don't swear? Oh mother, I will be fine…" Jimmie smirked as he listened to his sister go through what he had just gone through. His father placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Quick, come here for a sec, okay?" he asked. Jimmie, highly intrigued, followed his father away form the group. Harry smiled at his son.
"Okay prongs the third. In honor of your namesake I have some items to bequeath to you. My father's invisibility cloak and the marauders map. The cloak is obvious. The map, all you have to do is tap your wand on it and say 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' and it will show you an entire map of Hogwarts. But always, when you are finished with it, tap it again and say 'mischief managed,' and it will look just like a normal sheet of paper." Harry said, and the handed the items over to his son, who grinned widely at him.
"Thanks dad." He said. Harry nodded.
"Of course. Just don't do anything too serious. And don't tell your mother." He added in a hurry. Jimmie nodded and put the items in his bag and the two hurried back to their family.
"Bye shrimp, squirt." He said, hugging his little siblings tightly. One wouldn't let go.
"Cel, come on now love." He said. Harry pried her off, and she began to cry. Jimmie kissed her cheek and she giggled, easily sated.
"Oh, one more time." Ginny said. Evie and Jimmie dutifully let her envelope them again.
"Okay, now don't get into trouble, do well in your classes." She said, cupping one of each of their cheeks. They nodded. The whistle blew, she tapped their cheeks lightly.
"Bye dears, be good." She said. They grinned and ran for the train, waving goodbye to their family.
"Thank God that's over." Muttered Jimmie as the two found a compartment. Evie scoffed at him.
"Oh you're so callous Jim." She said, and then turned slightly pale as the train started picking up speed. Jimmie pushed her lightly into a seat.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
"I've never been on a train before." She muttered. "I'm Feeling a bit…sick." She said. He backed up a little nervously.
"Well, do lay down a bit, try to sleep it off." He said.
"You're so loving." She mumbled.
"Hey!" cried an all too familiar voice. Jimmie jumped up and man hugged (AN: LOL) his best friend from birth, Jacob Weasley.
"Hey." He said. "How's it? Took you long enough to find us." He said.
"Well, I don't see that you two were looking for me."Jake said. The two boysgrinned.
"Well, as you see, I have an excuse. Evie here is motion sick, and what kind of brother would I be to leave her here all on her lonesome." Jake sat down next to Evie.
"Aw, someone's tummy troubled?" he asked in a baby voice. She scowled at him.
"If I puke, it's gonna be on you." she said, before letting her head drop.
"It's good to see you again to Evangeline dear." He said. Jimmie plopped down next to them.
"So, how are your dad and your mum?" he asked his friend, even though it had only been a few days since he had last seen Ron and Hermione, as they had been doing very last minute shopping in Diagon Alley.
"Lunch cart, anything for you dears?" asked the lady, who wheeled around food. Jimmie and Jake immediately bought mounds of grub and sat back down, reveling in there purchases.
"Anything for you hon?" the kind lady asked. Evie lifted her head, shook it and then dropped it again.
"Ohh look, Bertie Bots Every-Flavored Beans. C'mon Ev, lets play that game." said Jimmie.
"I'm not in the mood Jim." She said, closing her eyes nauseously from just the thought of a sardine flavored bean.
"Oh come on dear cousin, we swear we'll give you a peppermint one, or a ginger one, it will help your stomach." She narrowed her eyes.
"Somehow I doubt it." She said coldly. Jimmie snaked his hand to cover her eyes. She sighed. "Oh whatever, get it over with." She said in frustration. A slyly grinning Jake extracted an ear wax flavored one, grinning at Jimmie before he placed it on her waiting tongue.
It was bad, terrible timing. As the train lurched and she took in the flavor of the bean her face drained of color. Within seconds she was doubled over, loosing her breakfast on the floor. The boys stood in shock a moment before Jimmie immediately went to rubbing her back and pulled her hair out of her face.
"Oh, crap Ev, I am so sorry. I didn't think you felt that bad. I'm so sorry Sis." He said as she upchucked.
"Yeah Evie, but hey, you didn't puke on me." Jake said brightly. She paused, turned her head and spat on his shoes. "Hey!" He cried. Suddenly the cart door opened and a boy walked in.
"Hey, all the other compartments are taken, mind if I…are you alright?" he asked, the question obviously directed at Evie. He pulled out his wand.
"Evasco." He muttered at the mess before a panting Evie. He approached her. "Are you sick?" he asked. She looked at him, and the only thought that could pass through her tired mind at that moment was that he was rather good-looking. She was about to thank him, but the bus took a rather twisty turn and she got up and ran out of the room, hand over her mouth. Jimmie was about to get up and follow her, but this other guy did it first.
"Well, who the bloody hell was that?" asked Jake. Jimmie shook his head, but was suddenly unsure if he wanted his sister alone with the pale, blonde haired boy.
Meanwhile Evie was sitting in front of the train's toilet, brining up the remainder of her breakfast. The boy didn't even bother to knock. He just squeezed himself into the tiny bathroom and wet some paper towels. Evie spit the last of her spew into the toilet bowl before flushing the nauseating mess away. The boy placed the towels on her forehead.
"Thank you." she muttered.
"But of course, can't leave one such as you sick and alone." He said, flashing a bright smile at her. She smiled lightly back at him.
"I'm Evangeline Potter, but you can call me Evie." She said smiling. His smile faded and he looked minimally horrified. "What?" she asked.
"Potter, did you say?" he asked. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Oh no, not this again. Yes my father is Harry Potter, yes he did vanquish the Dark Lord. You and the rest of the world need to GET OVER IT!" He shook his head.
"No, that's not it…it's just. I'm Ethan Malfoy." Her eyes widened. They sat in silence for a moment.
"Well…" Evie began. "I don't think its problem." She ventured bravely. He raised an elegant eyebrow.
"You don't?" he asked. She shook her head.
"We aren't them are we? We are our own people, have our own personalities, and we can make our own decisions. We don't have to live in their shadows. And personally I think that you are nothing like what my father described your father as." She said. He smiled.
"That's good. I'm terrified that people will just see my name and avoid me. I wouldn't want you to do that." He said in a small voice. She smiled.
"Well, I guess I'm feeling a bit better. Want to go and see if we can sell this idea to my brother and cousin?"
"Why not try?" he asked, and the two exited the bathroom, earning a very strange look from a third year, who yelled after them.
"Aren't ya a bit young for that?" causing Evie to blush furiously.
The two of them sat back down in compartment with the two boys eyeing Evie worriedly, and the new kid wearily. Jimmie wrapped an arm around his sister.
"Are you alright Ev? Did I mention I was sorry?" She smiled at him.
"Yes I am alright, and yes you did, and it's okay."
"So who are you?" asked Jake. Ethan gulped and glanced at Evie.
"Guys, this is Ethan…Malfoy." Both their eyes widened, but both wondered how they didn't realize it, taking in the bleach blonde hair and pale eyes and skin that were characteristically Malfoy. All was silent for a moment before Jimmie grinned.
"Hey mate, thanks for helping my sister. I'm Jimmie Potter." He said, extending a hand, which Ethan shook. Jake stared at his friend, open-mouthed.
"JIM! He's a Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you doing shaking his hand?" the Weasley cried. Jimmie laughed.
"Oh grow up Jake. We aren't our parents. We've got no reason to call him our enemy." Jake thought on that for a moment before nodding reluctantly, and then proceeded to launch into a dramatic story of a quidditch match against his older brother's and sister's in which he was his older brother get a bloody nose.
AN - alrighty. I always ignored people when they said to review cause i thought i had nothing to say. Untrue! Don't be like me, review my story, make me feel loved...well or not depending on your opinion of my story.