Here are your opinions on who Evan is. Enjoy the story.
Malchior: I'd have to say Evan is Harry. It's kind of obvious, with talk of Dumbledore's manipulations, Her kissing him on the cheek on the train station, the mention of drums, a muggle item not Wizarding, the male best friend being afraid she would choose Evan and not himself, and condemning her child to a life like his. So unless you use a character no one knows anything about, then I'm betting it's Harry.
primaaryet: so is the new prof harry potter form the future or form a diff. dimension...
WhensunshinewiltsIdanceinrain: Hey the reviewers out there, I have a response to your OMG ITS HARRY FROM THE FUTURE! reviews. No offense.
1)Harry would need glasses yeah? Evan wears them for show.
2) Future Harry wouldn't talk about Harry Harry the way Evan was talking about Harry.
3) When remembering his friends Harry would consider them his own friends instead remembring when he had friends like that.
4) Not as solid as the others, but Minerva introduced the guy to whiskey his last birthday, so Evan would have been here at least a year, so why didn't he apply for the job when Harry entered first year? He didn't know, and applied the second year after he realized what Albus had done.
daydreaming readhead: I love how Dumbledore and Nigellus specified in their oaths "the person known as Evan Nigellus." So who is he really? Peter? Some relation to Dumbledore who, quite conveniently, no one knew about? Sirius? Remus? Lily's brother, who, also quite conveniently, no one knew about? Harry from the future? I can't wait to find out!
DiamondFang:is evan nigellus really evan nigellus?i reckon, on some obsure theory, that he's Harry from the future :) i have a whle theory but iwon't bore you with it
SeulWolfe: I take it that Evan is Harry from the future?
sounds promising...
:D
Love a good time travel..
azphxbrd: Another good with great potential.I think Evan is Harry from a future timeline. Keep up the good work.
Harry stood in the ballroom of an old manor house, clutching the handle of his trunk with his left hand and Hedwig's cage with his right. He gawked as he stared at the ceiling which was painted with angels and roses. The golden crown moldings shone in the light from the crystal sconces along the walls. The walls were papered in ivory with gold embossed roses, and the floors were smooth white marble tiles. There were Grecian style marble columns around the edges of the room, and on the far wall there were three sets of open glass French doors leading to balconies overlooking the gardens.
When Professor Evan, as he had asked to be called, had given him the Portkey, all he said was that he had gotten custody of him from both the Dursleys in the Muggle world and Dumbledore in the Magical one. He hadn't mentioned that they would be staying at Nigellus Manor, which was once the home of Phineas Nigellus Black's mother, before her marriage to Cadmus Black.
Professor Evan walked in just as Harry was thinking about beginning to search the manor for some form of life.
"Sorry I'm late, Harry," he said. "I had an urgent floo call from Professor Lupin, your Defense Professor for next year," Evan finished. He wore swirling golden-tan robes open over brown pants, black boots and a white shirt with laces at the neck.
"You've quit?" Harry asked frowning.
"Not exactly," Evan explained. "I finally convinced the Headmaster to fire the incompetent ghost that teaches History, and have been asked to fill that post instead. It would seem that Albus was unable to find anyone in the country besides me who has the credentials to teach it." He laughed softly. "Welcome to Nigellus Manor, Harry. Tonight we'll get you settled in, and tomorrow we'll have a long talk about my past, and our future with me as your guardian. Alright?"
"Sure," Harry said, shrugging.
"Excellent," Evan said, eyes crinkling as he grinned. "Rosey!" he cried out, causing a small and wrinkled little elf to appear in front of him.
"Yes, Mr. Evan, sir," she squeaked in her high-pitched voice.
Harry was pleased to see that she was wearing a small pink knit dress that hung to her knees, and not a pillowcase. She was greenish-gray in color but had a rosy tone to her cheeks, and her grayish-blonde hair hung in small curls around her face. Harry thought she was simply adorable.
"Would you please bring Harry's trunk and owl to his room?" Evan said.
"Of course, I is happy to do it," Rosey said, beaming.
"Come on then, Harry, I'm sure you're hungry, so we'll head straight to the dining room."
Harry obediently trotted after his new guardian, gawking all the while at the opulence of his new home. Unbeknownst to him, the moment he thought of the manor as his new home, the wards around Privet Drive fell, causing his aunt to hyperventilate from the magic that rushed from her body as the bond between them was broken. She passed out from lack of oxygen moments later, even as Dudley dialed for an ambulance.
Nigellus manor was very beautiful and airy for a home that had housed generations of Slytherins. The many rooms that Harry caught glimpses of were filled with light colors like soft pinks, pale blues, bright greens, buttery yellows, rich purples, and golden orange.
In some rooms the floors were made up of tiles and in others, woods. In all rooms though, there were a plethora of brightly colored plush area rugs that made Harry want to pull his shoes and socks off to walk barefoot across them.
Soon he was entering the large dining room. The walls were painted a shade brighter than navy blue, and had cream colored molding around the ceiling and along the lower half of the walls. The light in the room came from golden and crystal sconces as well as from a single chandelier centered above the table. The walls held several portraits of members of the Nigellus family, including one that looked eerily like King Henry the eighth. The table and chairs were made of cherry wood, and the chairs were cushioned with cream colored fabric. Harry was stunned by how comfortable they were when he sat down.
No sooner had the two males been seated than two bowls filled with steaming potato soup appeared in front of them. Harry immediately began to dig into his soup, as he was very hungry. Candy, no matter how delicious, is not very filling, and that was all he had for lunch.
As Evan watched his new charge eat, he realized what a huge task he had ahead of him. "Slower Harry, you'll choke if you don't slow down," he said. "Your family did not teach you any table manners, did they?" he asked softly.
"No, sir," Harry said, blushing as he dropped his spoon. "Sorry," he added lamely.
"It isn't your fault," Evan said. "It is theirs. Now let me show you the proper way to hold your silverware." Evan showed him by example, then adjusted Harry's grip slightly. As they began to eat again, Evan said, "Your food will not grow legs and run off, Harry, and I will never starve you." He had accurately guessed why Harry often ate his food so quickly that he didn't even have time to taste it.
Harry blushed yet again, but did eat slower. He struggled a bit throughout the meal as he tried to overcome years of non-training in manners.
"Sit up straight, Harry," Evan said at one point. "Hunching over your food makes it seem as though you are afraid someone will steal it from you."
Harry immediately straightened his back, but had to re-straighten it several times throughout the meal when he began slouching again.
After the soup, they were served chicken marsala with potatoes and later some chocolate mousse. It was, all in all, a very new experience for the boy-who-lived. He had never before been instructed by someone who actually seemed to care. It was different from being taught in school where a student was just one of many, or even from being taught by his aunt who had all the patience of an alcoholic with the shakes.
Harry soon found himself following Evan up a grand staircase in the foyer of the manor. They turned down the corridor on the left to head to the west wing of the house, where the family's suites were located.
Evan ushered a sleepy Harry into a large bedroom decorated in various shades of blue with a king sized four poster bed, and was shocked to find Rosey crying over a pile of cloth in the trunk.
"Rosey, what on earth is the matter?" Evan asked kindly, stooping to rub the little elf's back.
"M-m-mister Harry, sir, isn't being having no clothes, j-just r-a-a-a-ags," she wailed, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She used one of the over-large shirts as a handkerchief.
"Rosey, why don't you go buy some clothes for Harry in Diagon Alley, and in the meantime I'll shrink some of my things to fit him," Evan said, calming her.
"Y-yes, Mr. Evan, sir," she said, beaming up at him through her tears. She then quickly popped out and back again, now holding a set of gray satin pajamas.
"Thank you, Rosey," Evan said then he turned to Harry. "Put these on behind that screen," he pointed to one that sat in the corner, "then come out here so I can shrink them for you, okay?"
"Alright," Harry said, stifling a yawn behind his hand. When he came out from behind the changing screen, he was slightly embarrassed by how tiny he seemed to be in his guardian's clothes. The pants were nearly a foot longer than his legs were, and the sleeves hung well past his fingertips, however with a few flicks of Evan's wand, Harry was wearing a comfortable set of pajamas that, for the first time in his memory, actually fit him.
"Go brush your teeth," Evan said, "and get into bed as we'll be having an early day tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," Harry said, hurrying into the huge bathroom which looked like the inside of a giant blue seashell.
The next morning Harry awoke to a loud gonging sound that came from the wizard's clock on his bedside table. He hurried into the bathroom, and after his shower, he entered his walk-in closet which, he was stunned to find, held brand new clothes all in his size.
He quickly pulled out a pair of gray pants, a black shirt with laces (like Evan's), and he found a pair of glossy black boots on a shoe rack in the back. He found brand new underwear and socks in the dresser, and was soon wearing the finest clothes he'd ever seen before.
Harry hurried downstairs, excited about his new clothes and wanting to thank his guardian and Rosey. He found himself entering the dining room a moment later, where Evan already sat, drinking a cup of coffee while reading the Daily Prophet.
"Good morning, Harry," Evan greeted with a smile. "How did you sleep?"
"Really well, actually," Harry replied, blushing slightly because no one had ever asked him that before.
"Good," Evan replied. "Hurry and eat some breakfast so you and I can have that talk."
"Alright," Harry said, sitting down. He hurried through breakfast with only a few interruptions when Evan corrected his manners.
"Drink this," Evan said, as Harry finished his last bite of eggs. He held out a slender vial of lime green slime. "It's a potion that will hasten the effects of proper nutrition. It was created for starved witches and wizards during the Middle Ages to help them regain their muscle and bone mass, as well as encourage growth and stamina. Drink it," he said again.
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, wiping his hands on his cloth napkin before reaching for the vial. "How did you know…" he began.
"What your family did to you?" Evan asked. "I went to see them so they could sign over custody of you. My hand slipped while I was pouring some tea, and a few drops of a truth potion found their way into their cups. Your Aunt and Uncle were all too pleased to reveal their mistreatment of you. I left word with some social workers, and I believe that your cousin will soon be placed with a different family, where, with any luck, he will be taught how to be a decent human being, if it isn't too late for him." Evan refolded his paper and stood. "Come," he said, "We will be talking in my study."
Harry dropped his napkin on the table beside his plate and dutifully stood and followed Evan from the room. He was led upstairs and down the right-hand corridor to a large set of double doors which opened to reveal a large room decorated in various shades of green.
"Have a seat," Evan said, indicating one of the large brown leather wingback chairs that sat in front of the fireplace. "Damn I could use a drink right about now," he said.
"Sir?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Never mind," Evan said, smiling. "I'd best start by telling you the truth about me. I – I was born Regulus Arcturus Black, my cousins are Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Andromeda Tonks. One of them is in Azkaban, the Wizarding prison, another is married to a Death Eater," at Harry's confused look he elaborated, "one of Voldemort's followers, and the third married a Muggle-born and was disowned by our family. My brother Sirius is also in Azkaban for betraying you and your parents by telling Voldemort where you lived."
Harry's mouth hung open in shock. "Why – How…" was all he could say.
Evan sighed. "I was raised much like Draco Malfoy. My parents believed that anyone without magic, or born to those without magic deserved to die." He ran a hand wearily down his face. "I lied about my age as well as my name; I was born in nineteen sixty-one, just one year after your parents and Sirius was. Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, shocking the family because Blacks were always sorted into Slytherin, but then, he always was an odd duck. He became best friends with your dad and two other boys in their year. When I came to Hogwarts a year later, I was immediately sorted into Slytherin which was the final nail in the coffin of our relationship as brothers. He felt I had betrayed him by becoming exactly what our parents wanted. The truth is that I worshipped him when we were boys, but he didn't have a subtle bone in his body and I did."
Harry still sat with his mouth hanging open.
"He was quite proud of being friends with Muggle-borns and so-called Blood Traitors. I on the other hand hid my relationship with my two best friends, a Muggle-born witch and John Prewitt, Molly Weasley's cousin." Evan sighed sadly. "Rose, my Muggle-born friend, was brilliant; she was a Ravenclaw, and was the smartest in our year. As we grew older, I fell in love with her but she loved John, and he, her. The school held a Yule Ball in our seventh year, and he asked her to be his date before I did. They became engaged just before graduation and married that summer. It was at their wedding that they asked me to be godfather to any children that they might have. I need hardly say that I agreed."
"Why are you telling me all this?" Harry asked.
"Because you deserve to know the truth about me. I don't want to keep secrets from you," Evan said. "I joined the Unspeakables that fall."
"What are the Unspeakables?" Harry asked in confusion.
Evan looked up in shock. "Sometimes I forget that you weren't raised in this world," he mumbled. "They are much like the Muggle MI-6. Secret Agents and researchers work for them." He paused then continued, "I finished training the next summer around the time that Rose told me she was pregnant with her and John's first child. My boss asked me to join Voldemort as a spy not long thereafter, and as I felt I had little to live for, I agreed."
Harry stared at the man sitting across from him.
"You were also born that summer, just after a prophecy arrived on my boss's desk. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, Born as the seventh month dies…And the Dark Lord will mark the him as his equal, But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. This could have applied to either you or Neville Longbottom, but you were obviously marked on Halloween in nineteen eighty-one."
Harry absentmindedly rubbed his scar.
"When I heard that Sirius was your Secret Keeper," at Harry's confused look, Evan explained, "A Secret Keeper is when the location of someone is stored inside a trusted person. That person is the only one who can reveal the location. No one can find the hidden one without being told by the Secret Keeper."
Harry nodded.
"So when I heard that Sirius was your Secret Keeper, I was relieved. I believed that he would die before betraying you. I was so firm in that belief that I convinced my boss to spend most of our resources guarding the other boy. I am so sorry for that," Evan said, his voice cracking on the last sentence.
"It's not your fault. It sounds like your brother had everybody fooled, and if you were distant from each other for so long, it isn't as if you could have known," Harry said.
"Thanks," Evan said. After a minute, he continued, "In January of nineteen eighty-one, I was in Diagon Alley with my best friend, shopping for baby supplies. Death Eaters attacked." He began crying here. "I had been waved over by a work associate who warned me about the attack, but before I could make it back to my friends the Death Eaters had arrived. I fought my way through the crowds and right when I finally saw Rose, out of the corner of my eye I saw John get hit with the Cruciatus curse."
"The what curse?" Harry asked in confusion.
"The Cruciatus causes unbearable pain in a person's body; it's like being stabbed, burned, and falling from a great height all at the same time."
Harry shuddered at the description.
"It's one of the three curses that are called Unforgiveables because they are so terrible. All of them can only be cast by using hate. If a person is caught using one of them just once, they will spend the rest of their lives in Azkaban, and if they use them a lot of the time, they might get kissed by a Dementor and have their souls sucked out." Evan sighed again. "Despite seeing John get hit by that curse, I kept trying to get to Rose rather than helping her husband. She was fighting three Death Eaters at once when she went into labor. One of them cursed her, and all three apparated away before I could do anything. She was covered in cuts, and none of my healing spells would work on them." Evan was still crying. "I apparated her to St. Mungos, our hospital, and just after I arrived with her, someone else arrived with John. He died while the Healers were still working on her. They – they said there was nothing they could do for her, there was no cure for the curse she was hit with. The baby was born several months early, and – and I was given the option of keeping it as I was its godfather. I put it up for adoption, because it hurt too much to keep it."
"Was it a boy or girl? What was its name?" Harry asked curiously.
"It was a girl," Evan replied for the first time acknowledging its gender. "I named her Rose after her mother. They – they weren't sure if she had magic or not, so she was placed for adoption in the Muggle world."
"She'd be in the year below me at Hogwarts if she was a witch, right?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Evan replied, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.
"There are two Roses in that year, one in Ravenclaw and the other in Gryffindor. Do either of them look like your friends?" he asked.
Evan shrugged. "I can't really tell. Both girls have brown hair the color that my Rose had, and one has John's skin tone, but the other looks like she could have his eyes and nose… The only way to tell for sure would be a blood test," he said.
"Oh," Harry said, slightly crestfallen.
"Now, on a lighter note, I didn't exactly have permission from Dumbledore to take you away from your relatives," Evan said, not bothering to hide his smirk.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
Evan grinned widely. "I got him to make a vow to me that I could train you in the manner of my choice, in my own time, and I am allowed to use my judgment in all aspects of your life," he explained. "Meaning he had to sign over your custody in the Magical world, and I used my judgment to remove you from the so-called care of your family. I used my connection to Sirius to do it," he explained.
"I don't understand," Harry said, frowning. "What does your brother have to do with it?"
"He was your godfather."
I know I haven't revealed what the "life like his" is about but that will come. As will Evan's summer plans.
25 Points: Vernon Dursley acted in another movie with Hermione Granger. What was it?