Prologue (Part II): The Beginning of Legends (Evelyn Elizabeth Selwyn)

12th December 1988, Selwyn Manor, Nottingham

Eyes of Sapphire Blue stared at the house elf in bewilderment, "You want me to what?!" Evelyn repeated slowly.

"Patsy bes asking Mistress to get changed. Mistress bes entertaining Master Malfoy and his honorable son, Draco today at noon." The elf told her, with a stern expression on her face.

"I do not want to meet Uncle Lucius right now, Patsy. I'm in the middle of something." Evelyn snapped, gesturing to the pile of books that her grandfather's painting asked her to read.

"Oh yes, Missy will." Patsy remained unbothered by her murderous glare, her ears flopping as she nodded up and down, "Or else Patsy bes telling Mistress' great-great grandfather about it.

Her pale skin paled even further at that. She did not want to be near the old man ever again. She had the mistake of once announcing her exhaustion with some choice expletives she had heard from her grandfather, the sane one, in a room full of portraits.

She had made a vow to never enter that room ever again after the lifetime's worth of lecturing was done.

"Alright Patsy," Evelyn raised her hands in surrender, an expression of defeat on her face, "I'll go take a bath and get changed."

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17th August 1989, Madam Malkin's, Diagon Alley

"I want that one… and that one… and that one…" Evelyn looked around the shop as Madam Malkin measured her.

"But Mistress bes spending more than her allowance. Patsy bes not allowing it." Evelyn gave a slight scream as the thrice-damned elf suddenly popped in behind her and reprimanded her.

Glaring balefully at the elf, Evelyn retorted, 'I haven't spent anything too much. It's just a couple of clothes."

'Patsy can't bes allowing it, Mistress." The elf shook it's head vigorously, it's ears flopping side by side.

Evelyn growled as the shop owner delicately probed the tab towards her. Giving a scathing glare towards her elf before putting her nose up.

She harrumphed, before pulling out a small pouch and throwing down 5 galleons, "Take the acromantula silk robes and the scarves off my tab. Here is the money, keep the change."

The store owner refrained from making a comment as she pursed her lips and nodded. As Malkins went inside with the material, Evelyn, rounding on Patsy, snarled, "Happy?"

The diminutive elf cowered, "Patsy bes sorry, Mistress but Mistress' grandfather bes ordering Patsy to stop Mistress from spending much. Patsy bes sorry, very sorry."

The glare softened and she just sighed as they continued to wait for the school robes to be customized.

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Ollivanders, Diagon Alley

As she stepped inside, a bell ringing to signify the arrival of guests, Evelyn found no one at the counter. Frowning, she walked forwards as she tried finding the wandmaker that everyone admired.

To Evelyn's unpleasant surprise, a body, along with several wand boxes and wands, fell in front of her. Her shriek of surprise was unsurprising.

"Ow… that is going to give me back cramps tomorrow." An aged, airy voice groaned from underneath the pile.

Finally getting over her initial surprise, Evelyn lept to the help of the old man.

"Oh, it's alright." The white, wispy haired man dismissed, waving away her hand as he got up with a grunt, "Sorry for the mess. I was stocking up on some wands. Now, you must be a customer."

Evelyn gaped, this was the wandmaker? He looked ready to fall over into his own grave. His frail bone structure seems to be a blow away from giving out.

With a voice louder and stronger than she expected him to have, he roared, "BRYAN! We have a customer."

"Coming," a much younger voice yelled back from the back of the shop. There was a loud thump followed by footsteps.

The man, Ollivander, she assumed, sighed, "Don't tell me you broke the vase again…"

The younger man scratched the back of his head as he grinned sheepishly, "Sorry."

"Ah well… just get the customer a wand, will you?" Ollivander waved his hand.

"Right… just get the customer a wand, no problem at all." Bryan mumbled, before his entire countenance brightened, "Right this way, young lady."

Evelyn, who had been silent until now, made a small yelp of surprise before walking as fast as her short legs would carry her to another corner of the shop.

"Not that…. Not that either…. Merlin's pants…. Ah, there it is." Bryan came back with a wand box. He opened it to reveal a brown wand.

"Elm, 8 inches, Unicorn Tail. Quite flexible." Bryan exclaimed proudly, as he handed the wand to Evelyn.

The moment Evelyn touched the wand, she dropped it, her hands blistered from the heat. Hissing in pain, she glared at the wand.

"Ah right, you are one of those…." Bryan sighed, picking the wand up and turning around to find another wand.

3 hours later, a bored Evelyn Selwyn and a frustrated Bryan looked at the burnt remains of a wand that lit up on fire as soon as Evelyn touched it.

"It's as if the old man knew you were going to be a stubborn customer," the 19 year old muttered with much annoyance in his voice, "How about this one? Hawthorn, 10 and 3 quarter inches, Phoenix Feather, Unyielding."

As soon as Evelyn touched it, she felt a rush of power that resonated within her. Lights flickered on and off as a strong breeze blew in the closed shop.

"Bloody Hell," those words snapped her from reverie, returning her to the world after her high.

"I think I'll take this one," was the needless comment Evelyn gave as she handed the graduate 10 galleons.

1st September 1989, The Great Hall of Hogwarts

"Selwyn, Evelyn." A voice with a strong Scottish accent rang through the hall.

She swallowed hard as she put on the most impassive face she could, walking briskly towards the creaky stool.

A deep, gravelly voice whispered in her head, "Aye, an interesting one. Let's see what I am to work with. Hmm… A lot of brashness and boldness I'd say."

She snapped her neck around as she frantically looked around to find the source of said voice.

"Oh, relax child. My voice is in your head. Now, let me continue my sorting." The voice sounded annoyed, "Very bookish too it seems. Not a bad fit for Ravenclaw."

Now, truly panicking, helpless as she was to the situation, she tried kicking the voice out of her head, without much success. She did not want anyone prying into her and her family's secrets.

"Oh, for Merlin's bloody sake, if you don't want me to properly sort you, SLYTHERIN" The voice boomed. The Hall politely clapped.

She didn't know whether to burst out laughing or breathe a sigh of relief as the Transfiguration professor took the hat off her head, settling for the latter. Practically running, she sat down on the farthest chair from that wretched hat. She wasn't even in the know that there were forces that could hear her thoughts. Shuddering slightly, she looked forward in time to hear the headmaster finish his speech.

With an almost magical show, the white-haired man clapped his hands and a feast appeared on the table. Gryffindor was the first to reach their hands towards the table, chattering and breaking the silence of the Great Hall. Followed closely by the 3 other houses.

Being the glutton she was, Evelyn Selwyn, heiress of the Selwyn Fortune, a pureblood bred from the finest degree, dived in.

A voice chuckled beside her, "Starving, dear?"

Turning slightly to her left, she saw the source of the voice, a pretty face with warm brown eyes. With her mouth still full of the chicken drumstick she was previously devouring, she nodded her head as gravies smeared across her lips.

"Ah, where are my manners?" The elder girl grinned, "Farley, Gemma Farley. Third Year. Great to meet you, Firstie."

Swallowing some unchewed chicken, she winced in pain before replying, "Selwyn, Evelyn Selwyn. First Year."

"I gathered as much." Farley rolled her eyes, amused. Evelyn blushed.

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30th November 1989, Transfiguration Classroom, Hogwarts

There was idiocy and then there was Warrington. The audacity of him to claim leadership of the first years in Slytherin. Evelyn seethed as Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher and Head of Gryffindor House, droned on about the Transfiguration Alphabets. She absently played with her wand, entertaining the idea of cursing the idiot to oblivion, maybe Miss Farley might even help her do so.

"…wyn…Selwyn… Miss Selwyn… 10 POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN." Blinking back her thoughts as she focused on the teacher storming towards her.

"Yes, Professor?" Evelyn smiled politely, wincing internally.

The old Scot looked ready to rant and rave, but somehow the woman managed to cool down enough to only bitingly snap, "Pay attention in class, Miss Selwyn."

Putting on an apologetic reaction, Evelyn apologized. Apparently satisfied with her apology, the elderly teacher nodded briskly before turning her back and walking back towards the class.

In the clear, Evelyn went back to her impromptu fantasy of cursing the heir of the Warrington Family seven ways to Sunday. It ought not be said that her detention count went up by 1 at the end of the class.

A/N: Now, yall might be asking where the chapters are… Truth is I haven't written them yet. So, you are all stuck with me here. Anyways, for the newcomers of this story. You will see that some chapters are labeled old. That's cuz those are chapters from before the rewrite. Feel free to read them, tho it won't make much sense without context from the previous chapters. Yeah that's pretty much it. I take criticism… mostly well. As for upload schedules… there is none. I'm writing this in my free time or times I feel particularly inspired since this is a hobby not a job :/. I'll try to have around 2k words for the next chapters and so but that's gonna be my limit. I am not gonna write long as 10k word chapters anymore cuz that just drains me from the inside and with my ADHD you will never see another chapter for 4 or 5 months. Soooo…. 2k chapters :D.