Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommend both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war

Evie POV

As quickly as I was able, I skated haphazardly through the park, narrowly avoiding a few stray, deep cracks in the pavement, and, after kicking off the nearest curb, and tumbling slightly as my feet touched the ground, and clambered up to the home in front of me. A home belonging to Jason and Dylan Young; my two best friends in the entire universe. And if what those strangers in my house are saying is true, this might be the last time I ever get to see them again. And that thought alone brought tears to my eyes.

I knocked, gently at first, then a little more forcefully after I heard no reply. I guessed that they might have been asleep, and I felt the tell-take signs of guilt trickle through my system at having woken them up. It was only half 10, so I guess it wasn't all that late, but the fact still stands. I just wanted my best friends to tell me that it was going to be okay.

The door swung open in front of me, and a sluggish Jase opened the door, his dark brown hair askew and his blue eyes glassy and unfocused.

"Wha-chu doin' here, Evie?"

I felt a small smile break out on my face as I saw him, wearing nothing but a pair of dark coloured sweatpants and the Odd Future jumper I had bought him last Christmas. I knew my watery eyes were shining in the light from his foyer, and as he realised that I was close to tears, he seemed to suddenly become intensely grim and fixated and hugged me tightly to his torso.

"Come inside and tell me what happened, Squirt?"

He drew me in his arms, and led me to the living room, and sat me in the singlet sofa, nearest to the fireplace, of which he switched on, whilst I was getting comfortable. He reclined easily on the table opposite me, and rested his hand on my knee, smoothly.

"Do you want anything to drink, Squirt?"

I shook my head 'no', and buried my face in my hands, trying to warm them up.

"You're freezing cold. Did you skate all the way here from yours, just wearing this shirt?"

I nodded, not quite trusting my voice at the moment, and it warmed my heart at how unhappy he sounded at minor recklessness. He rubbed a hand up and down my forearms, and I smiled, thankful that he was taking such good care of me. Dyl and Jase were always protecting me. It had always been that way, ever since we had been young.

He sighed, and asked, resignedly, "You want to tell me now?"

I shook my hair, my brown hair falling into my eyes, and I held my knees closer to my chest.

He nudged me once more, and relented, finally, "Come on, Squirt, tell me."

I glanced upwards into his azure eyes, and I said, curtly, "They're taking me away, Jase."

He froze, and anger flashed in his eyes, and asked, anxiously, "What do you mean, theyre taking you away?"

I rolled my shoulders a little, and I repeated, "They're taking me away. They said that I have to go away with them. They told me some crap about something being wrong with me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't want to go, Jase, I don't want to go."

I had become hysterical through my little speech, and he reached out and grasped my wrists in an attempt to keep me still.

"Hey, hey, Squirt, relax. Calm down. What are you talking about?"

I dug my face into his shoulder, and I let my tears run wild, completely unable to stop them from flowing. There were so many emotions running through me; anger, fear, rejection - I don't know why I was feeling so strongly about this. I could very easily say no, and I probably would be able to stay here, with my family and with my friends, but for some wild reason, I couldn't force the ward from my lips. I felt it deep inside my soul, I needed to go with them. Something was drawing me along. Pulling, prodding, scraping and scratching under my skin, and I wanted nothing more than to pull at my flesh and dig at it until it went away.

It was more than a little bothersome. It was almost painful to think that tomorrow, I was, not only going to be 17 years old, but I was being forced to leave the only place I've ever been able to call home.

"Jase, who was at the door?!"

Dylan's throaty voice sounded off somewhere upstairs, and I felt a feeble smile break out on my face as I heard his subdued footsteps as they came down the stairs. I saw his fluffy, pink slippers before I saw his golden curls and wide, green eyes, but when I did, and he saw that I was crying, he had the same reaction as Jase. The protective older brother, of course.

"Who's ass am I beating, Widget?"

His tone was authoritative, and I only had ever saw him like this once before. When we had been, like, 6 years old, and some asshole kid threw dirty sand in my eyes while we were supposed to be having fun in the playground in elementary school. Let's just say that they beat his ass, 7 ways to Sunday, and enjoyed every moment of it.

I bit out laugh, despite myself, and I replied, "You're not beating anybody's ass, Dyl," and I sneaked a glance up at Jase and saw he was staring intently at the floor, with an intense gleam shining in his eye and his jaw was tense and angry-looking, and I continued, "Apparently, I'm leaving tomorrow."

Dylan's face completely drained of all emotion, and when he spoke, his voice sounded tired and weary, and it was directed at Jason.

"So it's that time already, huh?"

I wonder what those two twins are up to, hmm?

Oh, wait, I already know, don't I? Ha! Sorry, guys, read, review, and I hope you liked it!