Disclaimer: I own Evelyn, the plot, and some minor characters but that's about it. Everything else belongs to JKR.
A/N: This is a response to a challenge. I searched far and wide for the names of some of the original death eaters, and got only their last names, some of which are still death eaters now and those that aren't, their children are. So I had to make up the first names, however the characters do belong to JKR. No flames please, though criticism is greatly appreciated. I am doing this partly to get better, I know I have some major kinks to work out in my writing. Good reviews are always wonderful, too. Thanks!
She was the queen of the night, ruling while all others slept, the castle was her kingdom until morning light swept across the grounds awakening all those she tried so hard to escape. Beneath the cloak of darkness she slid from her bed grasping her blank book with ink smeared hands. Silently she made her way to the sixth year boys dormitory, weaving her way through the books and clothes sprawled across the floor. Gently she balanced herself on the edge of his bed, crossing her legs and setting the book in her lap. The sun was beginning to rise, casting just enough light for her to continue her work. Gently she opened the book and grasped her quill, etching the planes of his face into the paper. A slight disappointment stung at her heart for his beautiful blue eyes were closed, though it was eased when he breathed deeply and shifted in his sleep causing his blonde hair to tumble in front of his face. All in all he was the perfect subject to draw. Reaching out gently she smoothed the hair out of his face so she could continue her work. Unfortunately the gesture caused him to awaken from his slumber. He stared at her confused and sleepy, before he smiled and closed his eyes, turning over and settling back into his sheets.
"…EVIE WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He roared sitting bolt upright and shoving her backwards off his bed. Evie dissolved into laughter while her twin brother scrambled to find something to hit her with.
"Don't be so stingy, Elliot." She laughed. The commotion had woken her brother's friends and they groggily sat up. By now the sun was higher in the sky illuminating the green and silver room.
"What's going on Rosier…?" Came the groggy whine from one of the beds.
"Nothing, Avery, its just my stupid sister. Go back to bed, it's dawn."
"Bloody hell…" Kyne Avery shrank back into his bed and went back to sleep.
"You need to do something about your sister, Rosier." Allard Mulciber snarled. Bryson Nott was apparently unable of stringing together a coherent sentence and so he just made a rude gesture and went back to bed. One boy, however, did not. Gracefully he swung his legs out of bed and stood up, Evie quickly averted her eyes. She wasn't sure whether or not he was decent, but even if he was she wouldn't stare so openly. Evelyn may be the Queen of the night, but Tom Riddle ruled all.
"Evelyn." He greeted coldly. She raised her eyebrows. Well that was uncalled for. Sure she'd bugged him a few times, almost killed his pet snake, and walked in on him once in the shower but that was no reason to be so cold. Alright so he had every reason to hate her but that still didn't warrant that kind of greeting. She inclined her head slightly. It was their sixth year and her brother and Tom had been friends for years. He'd even spent the summer at their home a few times. That was the only reason he put up with her. Tom was a patient boy, but she could tell his patience with her was wearing dangerously thin. Once she'd honestly thought he was going to stab her with a knife, it was utterly terrifying. He had no longer been her brother's quiet, handsome, friend, but a monster…no…snake ready to strike at any given moment.
"Hey…" Came the sleepy voice from one of the beds. Evie recognized him as Nott. "Who're we going to get next…?" Tom grew stiff and his darted between Nott and Evie.
"Don't worry about Evelyn." Elliot said lazily. "She's too stupid to understand anyway." Evie shot a stung look in the direction of her brother. There was soft laughter from the boys who were awake. Tom didn't laugh though. He didn't even smile. Come to think of it, Evie had never seen him smile or laugh once. His face was always an impassive mask. Absently she wondered what the mask was hiding. "Hey." Elliot rolled over and stared down at his sister. "Get out." Wordlessly she stood and walked out of the room, descending the steps headed towards her own bed, however a soft gasp stopped her.
"Evelyn Grace Rosier, did I just see you come out of the boy's dormitory?" A soft voice giggled. Evie smiled slightly and turned to face one of her friends, Belinda Aubrey.
"You're up early." Evie moved towards the common room and her friend.
"Oh, I never went to sleep. Been up in the Astronomy with Richard Ackerley. All night." Belinda giggled again. Taking in a quick glance at Belinda's attire Evie could tell what they had been doing. Her robes were in complete disarray, her flaming red hair was falling out of her braid, make-up was smeared over half of her face, and her bright green eyes had a glazed look.
"Oh, you bad girl!" Evie laughed.
"What about you? What were you doing up in the boy's dormitory? If I'm not mistaken our dear Mr. Riddle sleeps there." Of course she wasn't mistaken, every girl in Hogwarts knew where Tom Riddle slept. Evie sighed and sat down on one of the leather chairs facing the fire, which had now burned itself to glowing embers.
"I was visiting Elliot." Her voice was soft and wistful.
"Again? I bet the boys weren't too happy about that." Belinda grinned, but her smile faded a little as she continued speaking. "Aren't you a bit obsessed with this? I mean, yeah he's your brother, but it seems a little creepy."
"You don't understand. Elliot and I have been together since the day we were born--"
"Well yeah, you're twins." Belinda said dryly.
"we've never been without each other, we've always told each other everything. Had one of those special bonds. He used to love me. That all stopped, though, when he met this…Tom Riddle." Evie sulked.
"People change, honey." Belinda studied her nails absently.
"Not like this. I'm going to get him back, Belinda, if it's the last thing I do. I don't know what spell Riddle has on Elliot, but I will break it."
"Wait, you think he's bewitched Elliot?"
"No, it's a saying Belinda."
"Well it's not a very good one. Especially in Hogwarts, people might actually take you seriously." Belinda stared at Evie for a moment. "Never mind, no one ever takes you seriously."
"Not for long." Evie murmured. "Belinda, help me--"
"I'm sorry, you're out of my league now. Though I'm sure that if you went to St. Mungo's they'd be willing to get you some professional help."
"No, hush. I'm going to ruin Tom Riddle's life."
"…I'm intrigued."
"A guy like that must have tons of secrets that he doesn't want anyone else to know."
"Like he really wears his underwear for several days in a row?"
"No, like what he's done to get all these people to follow him. They adore him, Belinda, they'd do anything for him. Why? What's he done to get that kind of respect? It must have been something huge."
"I think I see where you're going with this. You embarrass Tom Riddle or whatever, and all his precious followers will stop, well, following. That way you get your brother back and all the guys I sleep with will scream out my name instead of his." Belinda leaned back against her chair. Evie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Belinda I never want to hear creepy stories from your sex life, ever again."
"We'll have to get the girls in on this too. We cant do this without Cassandra, and if we're going to get information on him we'll need all the help we can get. Tom's a closed book. Well… I'm going to go and try to get in as much sleep as possible before class, are you coming?"
"Maybe in a bit."
"Suit yourself." Belinda stood gracefully and swept up to their dormitory. Evie turned back to stare into the fire. She would to anything to get her brother back. Anything.
Thank you for reading, I shall try to update soon. Again, your input would be nice. : -) Ssenila