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 recommended 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

That night I spent with my family, and two of my closest, most beloved friends in the world, was a soothing lotion on the burn that was my ever-fluctuating nerves. Draco and Blaise had taken a Portkey from my house in New York, back to the Manor in England, and as soon as I could no longer see their faces, I missed them, greatly. It was like missing my right hand; I was so used to them being around, and then they just weren't anymore and it sucked.

I had to plan to pack up a lot of my shit; my everyday clothes that I would be wearing on the weekends, and on any trips that we would be going on during the school year, fresh colourful underwear, pyjamas that I was comfortable sleeping in, my newly-stringed acoustic guitar was zipped up in its black velvet-lined case and reclined on the wall by my bed, waiting for me to pick up the next morning., and Jude's cage was freshly cleaned, his snacks packed up and ready to go, as well as his favourite blanket and his collar was slackly fastened around his neck, with his initials, JK, were written on.

It had taken a while, but we finally had gotten Jude used to being around the Malfoy's, and living in and around their Manor, however he refused to sleep without me, so when I came to my parents house in New York, he came with me, although when we Apparated, he had a little bit of an accident in my arms, which I didn't mind so much, considering I was used to being around animals. He was coming with me to Hogwarts, and he was going to travel in his magically enlarged cage, which I was glad for, considering he's used to really cramped, shitty spaces - God damn that fucking shopkeeper - and it wasn't fair that he had to get used to having freedom.

Sometimes I hear him thinking about us leaving him alone, and he hates it. He gets embarrassed whenever he has accidents, but he gets scared really easily; any loud noise will set him off running in another direction, a trail of urine lagging behind him.

He's gotten more used to being around us, but still, it was a little bit of a problem, that we needed to get over together.

Shaking my head of those thoughts, slightly, I packed all of my toiletries in my maroon and white spotted travel bag, along with my new Sony camera, plus a cornucopia of replaceable batteries, my baby, aka my skateboard and fully-charged iPod were all prepared and ready to go. All in all, including the suitcase at the Manor, I had three heavy, chrome suitcases that I would be taking with me to Hogwarts. Jude, Juju and Rokai were running around downstairs in the garden, and I could hear the jovial barks fly through my window, making me smile, slightly, to myself.

I heard his voice in the back of my mind, and his aura was so pleasant and of a childish nature that I couldn't help but smile, to myself. I heard a light knock on the door, and as I turned, I saw a fresh-faced Dylan, rubbing a towel through his now-wet hair, and stood in a pair of sweats and a wife beater. After walking inside of my room, he sat down on my bed, cross-legged and asked, concerned, "You all set, Widget?"

I answered, truthfully, "Yeah, I'm good, Dyl.. Just a little nervous, I guess." then felt myself sigh, a little. He chuckled, then shrugged, palming the damp cloth behind his neck, and commented, "Your guys.." he clarified, at my glare, "Malfoy and Zabini.. They'll take care of you. Don't worry about it."

"When will I see you again?" I asked, with a sad expression on my face. He heaved out a sigh, then approached me, with the intention of giving me a hug. Blaise's words rang loudly inside of my head, and without thinking about it, I stepped back, and he paused, confused, for only a moment, of course, before the earlier palaver came back to him. He raised his hands in surrender, and admitted, "I get it.. No hugging, I got you."

It sucked, but I wanted to respect my dominants wishes, and I knew that if I even got an inclination of Draco or Blaise even so much as touching another girl, I wouldn't be at all happy about it, considering the depth of our bond. It wasn't just boyfriend and girlfriend, it was for life. It wasn't even a marriage, it was so much more than that.

It was a bond that was going to connect us till the day we died, and it made my stomach flutter with excitement. He threw his hand over my shoulders, disregarding my outright cry of outrage, and tsked, "Come on, your mom made dinner, and it smells great," and drew me down the stairs, pulling me from my room, as well as it being my safe haven.

Following beside him, dutifully, taking my seat beside the marble fireplace in the living room, my searing plate full of homemade lasagne and fries in my lap, and the warmth emitting from the inglenook soothing my skin. I imagined that the warm embraces that I was getting were from my mates, and it made me smile, wistfully, to myself. Jase glanced up from his food, and noticed my lacklustre approach to my dinner, and asked, "You ready to start your first, and I guess last year at Hogwarts?"

I looked up, poking my fork into my deliciously greasy meal, and answered, "I'm excited.. Truthfully, I am, just very very nervous, that's all," then took a bite out of the slabs of pasta coated with mince and white sauce.

"Oh, alright," then I felt a sock-clad foot poked me in the stomach, causing me to grin, in equal parts disgust as it was in amusement, and kicked Jase on back, right in his butt, and he chuckled, making me laugh along with him, and we finished our dinner, holding inane, asinine conversation between the five of us, and I couldn't remember being so content.

Yet.. I still felt an aching inside of my body that I couldn't shake away.

-0-

That night, I had fallen asleep at nine in the evening, after spending two hours skating alongside my two best friends, and taking scenic photographs of my neighbourhood and the people that were involved in my life. Knowing that I would have to wake up out of my sleep at two in the morning, just so I would be ready to apparate for six in the morning was insane, and I thought I would pass out at the very thought of it, but I didn't.

The sleep that I had had, in my own bed, for the first time in a whole month, was uncomfortable and distressing, to say the least. I missed the arms that would encircle my waist and press light, loving kisses to my forehead, coaxing me into and out of sleep, every single time I lay in them.

If I had ever had thoughts about me leaving Draco or Blaise for a long period of time, simply because I wanted to, I had thrown them from my mind as soon as the chill settled in my bones.

That morning, though, I was woken up in the most disrespectful of ways.

Dylan and Jason thought it hilarious to let Rokai, Juju and Jude, the little scamp, into my room, and have them, basically, throttle me in my sleep. They jumped all over me, licking my face, nipping my forehead and clawing at my sheets.

Cracking one ultramarine eye open, I glanced around, and saw three pairs of wide, innocent doggy eyes, and two pairs of very human ones, which were attached to the bodies of Jase and Dyl, who were laughing, hysterically, outside of my room, tears streaming down their faces at my dishevelled appearance, and I heard Jude's voice knock about in my head, Did we do something wrong?

Without thinking about it, I rubbed his forehead with my fingertips in quick succession, causing a prepubescent, juvenile purr to erupt from his spotted chest. Sitting up, I felt Juju huff a little at being moved, and I rolled my eyes, kissing her jet black pelt, dragging my fingers through her short, sleek fur, and feeling my stomach fall to my toes at the thought of leaving her and Rokai alone. A short yelp drew my attentions to the pug puppy in question, and I pulled him into my arms, giving him an Eskimo kiss on his cute little wet nose.

"Who's a beauty? You! Yes, you are, my baby boy," I cooed, gently, and felt his sand-papery tongue attacked my chin and cheeks in a loving, if not a little slobbery assault.

With a grin, I exclaimed, "Ew, baby!" and moved him away from me, before nudging Jude and Juju out of the way, and grabbing a towel from besides my bed, and making my way into the bathroom, immediately switching on the shower.

To save time and effort, I brushed my teeth in the shower, and washed my hair, thoroughly, clipping it up and out of the way while I washed my body. Without missing a beat, I squeezed the pearly coconut and mint concoction onto my teal loofah, and lathered the soap all over my form, scrubbing at my every crevice, removing all of the faint hair that littered my body, and practically feeling the cleanliness spew from my very pores.

Once I deemed myself ready, I shuffled out of the shower, and wrapped my body up with a fluffy white towel, carrying my toothbrush and a few packets of unopened toothpaste into my now, thankfully, empty bedroom, throwing them into my toiletry bag, along with all of my other girly shit; tampons, miniature combs, sachets and bottles of my hair favourite hair serum, nail polish, and my itty bitty conglomeration of make-up, that I rarely ever wore, which went into my retro floral backpack.

Slowly, I picked up my only unpacked pair of underwear, and slid them onto my body, along with a thin layer of cherry scented lotion, and went about doing my hair. Instead of straightening it, and wasting all that fucking time, I ended up blow-drying the thick mahogany brown strands, watching them curl up naturally, and rubbed hair-serum through it, leaving it out instead of tying it up or out of the way.

Silently, I rubbed some tinted moisturiser onto my face and smoothed some strawberry lip-gloss onto my mouth, then went about getting dressed. I tugged on an oversized, short sleeved, bat-wing white shirt, that flittered up a little, if I raised my hands up high, and slid into a pair of leather look leggings, that were cuffed at the ankles, a pair of sporting socks on my feet, and a pair of black and white Vans. Over my shoulders were a grey, thin stringed hoodie, and I pulled the beanie that the twins had gotten me for my birthday loosely onto my head.

"You ready, Widget?" I heard from the outside of my bedroom, followed by a light knock from Dylan. With one last reassured glance at my reflection, I answered, flippantly, "Yep, wait a second, Dyl!" and walked towards the door, picking up my backpack, and threw open the door to reveal a freshly clothed Dylan, his hand holding a mug full of my favourite drink.

Hot chocolate.

"That for me?" I asked, batting my eyelids, innocently, and he smirked, passing the warm mug between us, and I sighed, lustily, "Get in me!"

He chuckled, and threw his arm over my shoulder, and led me down the stairs where my parents waited for me to come down. The time was quarter to three in the morning, and the sun was just peeking her head over the horizon, teasing us with daylight. Jase stood as I came down the stairs, and grinned at me, before stating, "You look.. Significantly more alive than earlier today."

Punching him in his shoulder, causing him to wince, slightly, and I took the singlet seat opposite my father, who had a sad, lost expression on his face. Before I realised what I was doing, I asked, "Are you alright, papa?"

He blinked, seeming to come out of whatever reverie he was trapped in, and addressed me, a little quietly, "I'm fine.. Evie.." he paused, before approaching me, and pulled me into his arms, "We're going to miss you, so much, baby girl, and never forget, never forget, that we love you more than life itself."

The intensity of the sincerity in his eyes made me pause for a moment, before I settled on a loving smile, and drew him into my arms, kissing his cheek, and replied, "I love you, too, daddy."

That was enough for us, and we released one another, and I straightened out my clothes, before turning towards Dyl and Jase, and asked, "You guys wanna go out for one last ride?"

My only answer was a smirk in return.

-0-

Pulling back into my house, a light sheen of sweat collecting on my forehead, I felt every atom of happiness in my body swell and expand as I heard the twins melodious laughter as it flittered through the air. It wasn't even half past three right now, and we were out being rambunctious, stupid teens.

Jesus, my neighbours probably hate my guts. Good thing that they wont have to see my any more, I guess.

I stepped into my house, my mom jumping up from her seat on a chair in the kitchen, sniffling to herself, silently, and smiled, her eyes watery and red-rimmed, slightly.

Concerned, I asked, "Mommy.. Are you alright?" walking into the kitchen, holding her in my arms, tightly, and she simply nodded into my shoulder.

"I'm just gonna miss you, is all, baby girl," she sniffed, once, "Don't worry about it." then something of importance must have vied against her sadness, as her eyes flashed with recognition, "Hey.. Here, look, we got sent this last night while you were asleep. We didn't open it, it wasn't our place, but.. Well, you'll see for yourself," then disappeared from the room, to flitter into the living room, if only for a moment, and returned, fractionally more content than she was beforehand.

She handed me a two velvet jewellery boxes, one significantly larger than the other, along with a bouquet of a dozen crisp white roses, and as soon as they touched my hands, six of them began exploding, zooming around the room, shadowed by a sporadic trail of glitter and sparkles. The remaining six began glowing, a little, and I felt my mother's eyes scrutinizing my every movement. The whizzing roses began singing, and I thought that I was going crazy, for a moment.

Happy birthday to you…

Happy birthday to you…

Happy birthday, dear Amarie…

Happy birthday to you.

I felt my eyes tear up a little, and I kissed one of the buds, feeling the smoothness of the petals against my lips, and they reminded me of Blaise's, for some reason. Sighing, slightly, I tucked the roses beneath the crook of my arm, and went about opening up the largest box first.

And out fell a note.

Gasping at the sheer beauty of the two pear shaped pure indigo earrings that were propped up inside of the velvet-lined trinket box, I couldn't stop the singular tear that fell down my left cheek. Shaking my head, slightly, I reached down for the note, and unfolded it, my breath catching in my throat, immediately, at the elegant prose that covered the slightly aged, crisp paper.

My dearest mate,

This was meant to be sent to you on your birthday.. Obviously, but it wasn't, so I must apologise.

Honestly, I've written, and rewritten this note so many times, its getting ridiculous now, but what I will say is that I missed you last night. Holding you tightly to my body as you twist and turn in your sleep is what I missed the most.

I cannot apologise more profusely for my disgusting lack of control yesterday afternoon, and I can only hope that your family can forgive both Draco and I for our behaviours, because we are more sorry than we can say. Either way, if you still wish to be with us, after that lapse in judgement, I hope to see you tomorrow morning.

This is not the way I would have liked to have told you this, and my mother is probably going to kill me for doing so, but I want to say now that I love you.

I really do.

Yours truly,

Blaise Damien Zabini

By the time I had finished the note, I was full out crying, like.. Sobbing into my hand, and my mom had to pull me into her shoulder to quell my tears.

"I'm going to look such a mess," I cried, and she chuckled, quietly, to herself. She chided, softly, "You've still got another one to go, baby girl, so save those tears."

Nodding, knowing that she was right. Instead of waiting or saving the jewels for a later date, I slipped them into my ears, and I pulled my hair over my one shoulder, and flipped open the smaller box, and felt my heart stop for a moment.

It was a ring.

Like.. An actual ring.

I might just throw up.

It was beautiful. It really was. I pulled it out of it setting, trailing my fingers over the inner-part of the band, noticing that 'Eternally Yours' was engraved in pretty cursive writing, and I felt my heart treble in its pace. The channel diamonds were set to make up the outer part of the band, surrounding the rough diamond in the centre, making up the 'stigma' of the 'flower' shaped main piece of the ring. The 'petals' of the 'flower' were made up completely of a cornucopia of clean-cut oval-shaped diamonds, and covering them were pave set diamonds, encasing it to pure perfection.

Entranced by its beauty, I slid it onto my right ringer finger, and watched it glitter under the light of the kitchen. I felt happiness swell inside of me, like a balloon, and it was going, going, going, until it basically exploded, and glee was released from my every orifice.

"Its beautiful.." my mom chorused, and I couldn't help but agree with her. I answered, "I know, its perfect."

Before she could even so much as comment, I heard Jase's loud, gruff shout of, "Gotta get going, otherwise we'll be late!"

I glanced at the flashing alarm clock on the oven, and saw that it was thirteen minutes to five in the morning, and we, like he said, would, in fact, be fucking late if I didn't hurry my ass up. Jogging up the stairs, I hefted my two suitcases, along with my guitar case, and Jude's cage in my hands, down the staircase, and as soon as my feet touch the floor, I felt them being taken from my clenched fists, and into the hands of each of the twins.

I said, out loud, "Jude, come here, sweetie," to which he did, and I pointed at the silver cage, to which he whined, low in the back of his throat, and padded inside, sadly. I kissed his forehead, lightly, and said, "You'll be fine, Jude, don't worry about it."

"Okay, I'll be brave," he promised, "I'm sorry."

Bumping the crown of his forehead with the pad of my index fingers, I said, firmly, "Don't be sorry, its not your fault, Jude. We love you, you only have to go in here because I cant have you running around and getting lost. If you're in this cage, you wont get lost, and I'll be able to keep you safe. I promise."

He gave me a small whine in appreciation, and I nudged him further into his cage, and locked the door behind him. It took a moment, but I heard his shocked grumble before he burst out in pure happiness at the space he had to himself. Magic was a really handy thing - the cage was far larger on the inside than it looked. He had a myriad of snacks, and magically-mobilised water, plus a little basket that he could cuddle up in if he ever needed to sleep on the journey there.

"We've got to go, Evie, we'll be late otherwise. Get your bags and say your goodbyes, for now, of course," Dylan told me, in a voice that left no room for disagreement, and I followed his orders. Double checking over everything, I hefted my backpack onto my shoulder, and before I knew it, I was having my both of my hands held by my best friends, and a kiss goodbye given by each of my parents.

"We love you, forever, sweetheart," and I couldn't even reply, it was that sad for me. I simply mouthed my goodbyes, and the last thing I saw, before my eyes were forcibly closed due to the sharp pulling at my abdomen, and I felt the cool air of the typical British shitty weather.

And I was back in England.. And the thought of seeing my mates again, I felt a renewed sense of joy fill my body.

Alright, guys. I've decided to create a system into my stories - I'll upload every other Sunday, so you'll get a chapter every fortnight. It's the best I can do - I'm sorry. The work load is only going to get harder, and I'm hoping to keep you guys filled it along the way! I love you guys, and, each and every one of you - have a wonderful day!