Okay, so I got no reviews for my first chapter, but oh well, that doesn't stop me from posting the second chapter which I admit... has baffled me. I have no idea where I got the idea from, I was just typing whatever came into my head and I ended with this chapter two... hmmmm... mostly based around Draco. Oh yest he name Evania is pronounced – ee VAHN yah – and yes, she is my own creation as is Nickolas De'Alvion, her father WOOO!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I still do not own Harry Potter and his wonderful world, however, Evania De'Alvion and Nickolas De'Alvion have been born from the most odd world that is my imagination. Yay.
Chapter Two
"Granger, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing!?" Draco demanded as he stormed over to Hermione who was staring up at him with a look of fear and surprise on her face. He scowled at the girl who remained sitting on the street ground whilst numerous people walked past with wide and deeply curious expressions on their faces.
Biting back an annoyed curse, Draco pulled Hermione to her feet before he picked up her fallen bags and glared at the muggle born angrily. He couldn't believe that she had just walked right out into him and had almost sent him crashing to the floor in full sight of many witches and wizards. "Well?" He demanded as he cast a dark look to a group of students that he recognized from Hogwarts who had stopped to goggle at the scene.
As soon as his angry gaze met their own, they turned on their heel and quickly retreated into the nearest shop they could find. Hermione, blinked in surprise but still couldn't find the words to say to explain how she had just walked out of Florish and Blotts in a little bit of a reverie and had not seen Malfoy. Sure, she could form a sentence in her mind, but getting her mouth to repeat what she was thinking was a little hard and for someone like Hermione, that was something extraordinary.
"I uh... I was just... I didn't see you," She began weakly and then lifted her gaze to meet Malfoy's steely grey eyes. The burning sensation on her hands caused her to suddenly frown and then lower her head as she lifted both hands to see the deep cuts that her fall had managed to cause. Wincing, she clenched her hands into fists before shaking her head and finally managing to clear thoughts. "What do you mean what the hell was I doing Malfoy?" She suddenly demanded as she found herself through all the dazed thoughts.
Draco could not help but blink in surprise at Hermione's sudden change of tone and despite himself he found it rather amusing that the Mudblood could jump from one extreme to the other. "Oh well I don't know Mudblood, I mean, I must have imagined that you just walked right into me and made a fool of us both!" He retorted and Hermione scowled at him.
"For your information Ferret Boy! You were the one that walked into me!" She growled in anger as the two once again locked eyes. Steely grey bore in Chocolate brown and Hermione, to her horror, found her own angry gaze suddenly wilting beneath Malfoy's.
"Hermione!" Harry's voice suddenly called and Hermione felt a small surge of victory and joy that Harry should choose that moment to call her name. She wouldn't have been able to hold Malfoy's eyes for another two seconds.
Harry rushed towards her and glared at Malfoy who scowled once again and then turned his eyes onto Harry with a sneer. Harry quickly took in Hermione's cut palms and then turned a frightfully angry gaze onto Malfoy who merely lifted his brow to his platinum hairline whilst a curious look crept to his face. "What did you do to Hermione?" Harry growled and Malfoy smirked and shook his head.
"I didn't do anything to your precious Mudblood, Potter," Draco snapped as he glanced at Hermione before shaking his head. "She's the one that ran into me and sent herself sprawling to the ground." Draco then added and Hermione practically bristled in anger. In all fairness, Draco was sort of right, though Hermione knew that if he had been paying attention then he could have avoided her.
"Harry? Hermione?" Mr. Weasley's voice suddenly called and Hermione touched Harry's arm as the Weasley's made their way over to them and Malfoy. "What's going on?" Mr. Weasley asked looking from Hermione to Harry and then throwing a dark look to Malfoy who rolled his eyes and took two steps away from the group with one of his famous smirks on his pale face. "Hermione?" Mr. Weasley asked and Hermione rubbed her forehead before suddenly remembering her cut palms.
Clearing her throat, Hermione glanced at Malfoy before looking back at Mr. And Mrs. Weasley who were waiting for her answer with anxious looks on their faces. Ron moved to Harry's side and cast a threatening glare at Malfoy whilst clenching his hands into fists. "Uh... It's nothing really, I was just walking out of Florish and Blotts and I wasn't looking where I was going and I walked into Fer...er Draco." She said and then lifted her hands slightly, "I fell over, that's all." She gave them a small smile and looked at Ron and Harry who both looked as though they thought she was lying and that Malfoy had really pushed her. "It's nothing to be worried about." She said and Mrs. Weasley managed to force a smile before looking at Draco with dark eyes.
"Sorry." Hermione then said looking at Malfoy who arched a brow at her before giving a small shake of the head.
"Don't worry about it." He replied in a dry tone before Mrs. Weasley took Hermione's hands and examined the cuts on her palms whilst leading her away from Draco and down the street. Mr. Weasley and Ginny followed and Harry and Ron reluctantly turned to follow the group, but not before throwing Malfoy threatening looks. Draco watched them walk down the street before his eyes dropped to the bags that he was holding in his hands. Since when did he buy so much stuff?
"Oh, great!" He sighed as he recalled picking up Granger's bags after hauling her to her feet. Looking up the street, he saw that the Weasley's were not too far ahead and so, rolling his eyes and muttering curses under his breath, he followed the group. "Granger!" He called when he was three feet behind Harry and Ron who both whirled around with shocked looks on their faces.
Hermione frowned when she heard Malfoy call her name and she turned slowly to see him holding up some bags. Another frown crossed her face and then realization hit her and her eyes widened. Hermione you damn fool! Sometimes I can't believe that you're a top student at Hogwarts! Her mind screamed at her as she reached Malfoy and took the bags that he held out to her. Great, now you're going to give Ferret Boy another reason to laugh at you! You're just... urgh I don't know what I'm going to do with you! She mentally scolded herself before looking at Malfoy and forcing a smile to her lips, "Thank you." She muttered before turning and walking back to Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. That's it Hermione, keep your back straight and your head held high! You may as well keep a bit of your dignity. Hermione glanced at Ginny as she reached the other girl's side and she was positive the red head was suppressing a smile.
Draco handed Hermione her bags and then smirked before turning on his heel and walking away. God, I hope I don't have any more encounters of that kind with a Mudblood again! His mind grumbled as he walked down the street of Diagon Alley and weaved in and out of the crowds. Not that it was not amusing, I just don't think I could handle the shame of getting knocked off my feet in front of so many people. Despite himself, Draco rolled his eyes at how stuck up and arrogant he could be, but then again, that was how all Malfoy's were and it was how he had been brought up to be.
"Draco." A hand on his shoulder suddenly stopped him and Draco turned to find that it was his mother, Narcissa Malfoy. She was a tall, slender woman who was extremely pale and ethereal looking; her long blonde hair hung down her back to her waist in shimmering waves and her eyes were are misty, enchanting blue. "I am glad I found you, I have some rather intriguing news for you." Narcissa said as she smiled at her son before motioning for him to follow her.
A frown crossed Draco's face when Narcissa stopped outside the Leaky Cauldron pub and then turned to her son with an unreadable expression on her face, "What is going on mother?" Draco asked as he glanced up and down the street before looking back at his mother curiously.
Narcissa took a deep breath before smiling slightly, "Well, this may come as a shock to you Draco... It certainly came as a shock to me, but... I do not want you to panic or do anything silly." She grasped Draco's arm and then led him into the Leaky Cauldron before walking into the darkest corner of the pub to where a table resided and a young girl sat. Draco could have sworn it was Bellatrix, she looked exactly like his auntie but younger and less... deranged. He looked at his mother who smiled at the girl before releasing Draco's arm and turning her gaze onto her son.
"Draco, this is Evania," Narcissa said as the girl at the table lifted her head to look at Narcissa and then at the tall boy at Narcissa's side. "Evania is Bellatrix's daughter... your cousin." Draco's jaw dropped as his mother said that the girl was Bellatrix's daughter... since when did Bellatrix have a daughter? Since when did Bellatrix admire and love someone who was not the Dark Lord? "I understand this will be a little bit of a shock, I myself was shocked when I learned about this." Narcissa said as she squeezed her son's arm before taking a seat on Evania's right side and smiling warmly at the girl who returned the smile before looking back at Draco rather cautiously as he remained stood up and staring at her.
"Please Draco, sit down." Narcissa breathed and Draco reluctantly pulled out the chair on Evania's left before sitting down and frowning at his mother. "Evania lived with her father until sadly, he passed away." Narcissa said as Evania bit down on her lower lip and kept her eyes fixed on the table. "We received a message from the Dark Lord about Evania, clearly Bellatrix trusted him with the information of her daughter, though why she would keep me in the dark..." Narcissa broke off and sighed heavily and Draco finally mustered up the strength to speak.
"Why do we know about her now mother?" Draco asked glancing at Evania before looking back to Narcissa who shrugged her shoulders.
"Honestly Draco, I do not know." Narcissa reached out and ran a hand through Evania's long, jet black hair which tumbled down her back in ringlets. Evania looked at Narcissa with a faint smile on her lips before glancing at Draco once again who was watching his mother with a small frown, "Evania will be living with us from now on and when Hogwarts begins again, she will be starting the school in your year with you. She is well advanced with magic, her father paid for her to be taught at home and it seems her teacher was a brilliant wizard. Dumbledore was most glad to finally meet her yesterday." Narcissa looked at her son before folding her arms and examining Evania thoughtfully.
So that was where his mother had been yesterday afternoon, she had been with her new niece and Dumbledore and getting Evania into Hogwarts for a final year. Why was he always kept in the dark about things?
Like her mother, Evania was dark where Narcissa was fair, with heavily lidded eyes and a very pale complexion which was the one thing that Draco and her both seemed to have in common. Her eyes were a piercing ice blue that were filled with mystery and questions and Narcissa guessed she must have gained the blue from her father but the intensity of her gaze from her mother. Evania was thin and slender and stood around five foot six which was rather odd since both Narcissa and Bellatrix were quite tall for women, but then again, maybe Evania's father had been rather short for a man.
"I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco's voice suddenly brought Narcissa from her thoughts and she turned her eyes onto her son who held his hand out to Evania who took it with a smile and gave a small nod of her head.
"Evania De'Alvion," Evania said as she shook the platinum haired boy's hand. Seeing a frown cross his face as she said her name, Evania looked to Narcissa to tell her what was wrong and Mrs. Malfoy blinked before realizing what Draco had found odd.
"Oh... Evania's father is not Rudolphus Lestrange." Narcissa said and Draco arched a brow before looking at Evania who gave a small shrug of her shoulders and an uncomfortable look crept to her face.
"My father is Nickolas De'Alvion." Bellatrix's daughter said before pulling her eyebrows together whilst an angry look crept to her face and making her look very much like Bellatrix when ever she was slightly annoyed by something. "My father very rarely spoke to me about Bellatrix, but he told me that she never loved him and that when she learned she was pregnant with me she tried many ways to get rid of me." She suddenly smiled and shook her head, "He often asked me whether I wanted to change my name to..." She paused and a look of distaste flooded her face as though the word she was about to speak was something vile in her mouth, "Lestrange... but I had grown up without knowing my mother, and the things that I have learned of her have given me a rather negative impression of who she is." Evania looked at Narcissa who smiled sympathetically at her niece.
Draco listened to Evania intently, his usually sneering face was instead filled with curiosity and he looked to his mother before looking back at his cousin, "So.. why were you not taught at Hogwarts?" Draco asked with a confused frown, "If you're magically gifted then shouldn't you have received a letter from Hogwarts?" He asked and Evania smiled before nodding her head. It was strange to see someone who looked almost exactly like Bellatrix smiling. Normally, when Bellatrix smiled, she looked terribly frightening and insane, but when Evania smiled, it had the opposite effect.
"I did receive letters from Hogwarts, and Dumbledore himself came to father's house. But, my father was afraid that if I went to Hogwarts then students would know that I was Bellatrix's daughter, and when my father started worrying it was difficult to sway his judgement." Evania shook her head and rested her hands on the table before peering around the Leaky Cauldron, "I would have gladly gone to Hogwarts to receive my education like nearly every other British child but, I knew my father had my best interests at heart and I would never oppose him." She suddenly grinned at Draco, "Still, I had a brilliant tutor who taught me everything that I would have learned at Hogwarts."
Narcissa watched Draco and Evania, her silvery blue eyes filled with a pleased look which showed she was relieved that her son and niece were getting along. She had feared that maybe Draco would hate Evania, the girl did after all, seem to despise her mother, but then again, from what Narcissa had heard and seen of Bellatrix, she understood the teenage girls feelings. Pushing back her chair, Narcissa stood gracefully and looked at Evania and Draco, "I think we should be returning home." She said and Evania instantly followed suit and moved to her feet with such a graceful manner that she seemed to be attached to strings. Draco however, sighed and pushed back his chair before moving to his feet with an audible groan, sometimes he would groan and moan about the most pathetic things, but then again, that was something Narcissa had grown used to from having to live with Lucius and Draco.
Leading Evania and Draco out of the Leaky Cauldron, Narcissa smiled warmly at the pub owner, Tom before opening the door and stepping out in a sweep of her long, pale blue, silky robes. Evania leaned in close to Draco as they followed Narcissa from the pub, "How many days is it until we start at Hogwarts?" She asked and for a moment Draco was quiet as he counted the days. The answer seemed to surprise even him.
"Eight... tomorrow it'll be seven." He finally replied and Evania arched a brow before stepping out of the Leaky Cauldron after Draco and taking a deep breath. She knew that when she got to the Malfoy's mansion, she would have to come face to face with the one person that had haunted her dreams for her entire life, and it was something she was definitely not looking forward to.
Her father had told Evania some dreadful tales about her mother and now, Evania was on her way to the place where Bellatrix Lestrange was staying. How Evania's blood ran cold at the mere thought of laying eyes on the murderess.
That's Chapter two of the story. I hope you like Evania, at first she was going to be Spanish and then I was like... hmmm Bellatrix with a Spanish daughter, maybe not. So, Chapter three should be up relatively quickly. Though I haven't even begun typing it up, I have a pretty decent idea for where I'm taking it and it should not be as long as the first two chapters... then again, if I just start typing the ideas that come to mind then, I might drone on for a while. Okay, if you've been reading, I hope you like it.