A/N: See what I said earlier about inconsistent updates? Life is hella hectic, what can I say? Last week I was teaching 2 theatre camps and had tech week for a show I was costuming, so I barely ate, and that is just a sample of the crazy.

Anywho, here is more of the story, and we get to meet a Very Important canon character. Read, review, let me know if you enjoyed it, any burgeoning theories of what is going on around Ms Evanna... Enjoy!

Evanna stepped out onto the cobblestone street, breathing in deeply her newfound freedom. Her heels clicked merrily as she repressed the urge to skip down the street. The air carried scents of cooking and potions ingredients and the smoke of dozens and dozens of Floo chimneys-a not altogether pleasant scent, but Evanna didn't mind as she took in the sights. She had rarely been around this many people; as she had yet to go to Hogwarts, her mother had not allowed her to attend very many of their soirees and parties with the upper echelons of Wizarding society. The sounds the smells the sights, the were all passing by her in a haze of sensation.

...just needed some scamander...

..prices on a simple set of robes…

...Lockhart ought to maraud me...

A fierce headache began to pound behind her ears as she caught pieces of conversation from so many people, each one louder and less likely a conversation for public than she would have thought possible. She scurried through the alleys, knowing she was losing her way but not caring in her desire to get away from the ungodly noise. The alleys around her became darker and darker, and less populated, but somehow the buzz of words grew stronger and stronger.

Watch out!

She collided headlong into someone just a few inches taller than herself. The boy's clothes were dusty and his glasses were cracked, but that did little to conceal the unearthly green eyes behind him. The noise seemed to fade away as she focused on him.

Those eyes.

Finally, Evanna found her voice. "I'd say it's time to get those fixed, wouldn't you?" she said, but not maliciously. The boy's cheeks reddened.

"I-erm-the floo-"

Evanna gave a smile and fingered her new wand. "Let me," she said. "Reparo." She almost sighed at how easily the magic left her wand.

The boy's head snapped back and he took off his glasses to look at them closer. "Wow, tha-"

Evanna cut him off with a gasp as she caught sight of the lightning shaped scar as his bangs were brushed back. Not just a little zig zag, but a mass of jagged white that crisscrossed across his forehead.

Harry Potter.

The boy quickly pushed his hair back down. "Guess you know who I am, then," he said almost glumly.

"My brother has barely shut up about you all summer," she said with a smirk. "It's been quite annoying, actually."

Potter went red. "Yes, well, um-who are you? I mean-what's your name?"

Such pretty eyes.

Very much against her will, Evanna felt her own blush rise slightly under the boy-who-lived's gaze. "You can call me Evanna."

"Then you can call me Harry. And thanks again for fixing my glasses," he said, shaking her hand. "Who did you say your brother was?"

"Evanna!" a sharp voice barked. She flinched. Busted.

Lucius Malfoy was striding down the street, robes billowing dramatically behind and a face like thunder. He grabbed Evanna roughly by the shoulder. She bit down a hiss of pain, knowing that worse would be coming to her during the afternoon training session.

"What do you think you are doing here? Where is your mother?"

"Father-I-"

"Potter," her brother spat, coming up behind them. "What were you doing with my sister?"

"Your-you have a-"

Harry's green eyes were wide as he took in the scene. Evanna felt her heart sink.

A Malfoy.

"So this is the great Harry Potter," Lucius sneered. "Somehow, I am unimpressed. How is it that you come to be polluting my daughter with your half-blood filth?"

"Father, please," Evanna said softly. "We just bumped into each other. It was an accident. Please, Father, I just want to go home."

"Trust me, you are," Lucius hissed in a dangerous voice. "Run along to the bookstore, Draco. I must see your sister safely home."

The last thing Evanna saw before her father pulled her into Side-Along Apparition was Harry's eyes, full of distrust and dislike. She refused to allow herself to feel disappointed; they had had a two minute conversation, it was not as if she had been rejected by the love of her life or anything.

They slammed down on the gravel outside of Malfoy Manor's main gate. Lucius dragged her inside and up the stairs to her room, fairly throwing her through the door.

"Do you have any idea who you were fraternizing with?" he hissed.

"Well, I assume it was Harry Potter, given the glasses and the scar," she replied snarkily before she was able to stop herself. Without a moment's notice, Lucius backhanded her.

"You are the heir to a line that is purer than silver and more ancient than Merlin!" he scowled. "I have trained you, clothed you, fed you, protected you from all outside influence. You are not to throw that away on half-blood scum such as Harry Potter!"

Evanna's eyes flashed a nearly scarlet purple and her father was all but thrown out of her room as she nursed her cheek, the door slamming shut and locking.

"Stay there!" Lucius Malfoy was shouting. "Stay in there and see if I allow you to go to Hogwarts come September!"

With a bang, Evanna knew he had left to retrieve her brother and mother from Diagon Alley. It was not until later that night-after Draco had been sent to his own room and the house fell with such a deadly calm that Evanna knew Lucius had put up enchantments so as not to allow the children hear the abuse he hurled at their mother-that Evanna fully caught up to what Lucius had said before.

He had called her the heir. The younger daughter of the great Malfoy clan, and he had called her the heir.

Before she had much time to dwell on it, the true heir had poked his blond head into her room.

"Can I come in here tonight?"

"Aren't you supposed to be the big brother?" she asked teasingly. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Fine, if you want to silently stew about how Mother will look at breakfast in the morning-"

That took all the levity out of Evanna's mind. She nodded and her brother scurried over to her bed, noticing the hand-shaped bruise that had blossomed brilliantly on her face. He sighed.

"Why'd you do it, Ev?" he asked. "Running off by yourself-speaking with Potter of all people-"

"It's not as if I ran straight out of Olivander's into his arms!" she said, "I was distracted, and everything was so noisy, and we just sort of bumped into each other-it was my first time in Diagon Alley!"

"But you did leave Ollivander's purposely."

"I-well-yes," she admitted. "But it's not fair! You get to go to Knockturn Alley and all the Ministry galas and to your friends house but Father's threatening to not let me go to Hogwarts now!"

Draco's eyes widened. "Evanna, don't be over dramatic!" he scolded.

"I'm not, Draco! That's what he said!"

"Well, if that is the case, then if I were you, I'd be brushing up on my French," he said wisely. "Ou les filles de Beauxbatons appelleront toi une vache espan-"

Before Draco finished the sentence, Evanna threw a pillow at him. He smirked before returning the favor, and soon they were in an all out pillow war, laughing and squealing as though they had not a care in the world. When the children finally settled down, Evanna leaned against her big brother.

"Draco, I don't want to stay in the manor forever," she whispered.

"I won't let that happen," her brother said vehemently. "Even if I have to kick you out when I become Lord."

Evanna giggled. "Thank you, Draco."

"You're welcome, Ev."