Evie and Hermione had become best friends in the years they spent at the Elm Street Orphanage.
Summers were spent in the countryside, and winters were full of hot chocolate and late nights reading. The girls were always together. Brown hair and black on the same pillow, at four and five- years old they were the most adorable children there. Years passed with the girls growing closer.
"The things I want to know are in books; my best friend is the one who'll get me a book I haven't read. Oh goodness Minnie, that's so us!" Evie said laughing.
Hermione had just gotten the book Little Women for her eighth birthday. Both Evie and Hermione had some mysterious benefactor that provided money for anything they needed.
Evie was put into ice-skating competitions, in an unsuccessful attempt to drain her energy, and Hermione wrote poems, essays, short stories, anything that could be entered into a contest. Most times they won.
Once Evie realized that Hermione was a witch like herself she told her friend all the stories her mother had told her about the wizard world. Late at night the girls would discuss magic, Hogwarts and their hopes for the future.
Somehow the two girls began doing deliberate acts of magic. Hermione would do her homework quickly, using magic she would make several pens do her work and it was always correct. Bullies backed off sensing the static in the air when she was mad.
Evie would use it to stop herself from falling on the ice, and to help her flowers grow. Sometimes she would use it to get out of trouble, especially when new caseworkers arrived and tried to discipline her.
Both girls preferred the country residence that they summered in. A large house and yard, the girls had several acres to roam free on and could easily escape from the orphanage workers.
Tree climbing and exploring were Evie's favorite thing to do and Hermione always went with her to keep her from getting lost. The lazy carefree days of summer would melt into the hectic fall days when the girl would return to London and a busy school schedule. Winter would melt into spring and then summer would come again.
The girls carefree days came to an end when Sarah, their favorite case worker told them they were both leaving. Hermione was getting adopted; Evie had an Aunt that got custody of her.
And so, on January 3, 1988 Hermione hugged her friend fiercely and got into the car belonging to her new family the Grangers. An hour later a blonde woman with a little boy picked Evie up. She seemed very confident and elegant and Evie automatically straightened.
"This is Draco, my son. Draco, Genevieve is your cousin Draco, she is going to stay with Aunt Bella, but we are going to have her for tea before Aunt Bella can come." Narcissa Malfoy explained to the children as they walked down a busy road in London. Draco was eight, only a year older then Evie and he seemed very quiet.
Evie gasped with awe as Narcissa tapped the brick wall with her wand and the wall broke apart. "Welcome to the Wizard World Genevieve."