Christmas was nearing. Evie was in a worse mood than ever.

She had no idea why, but ever since that conversation back at Hagrid's hut, something had urged her to keep sitting by Harry and his friends. You couldn't say they were friends, but they had obviously gotten closer.

Neptunia called it 'getting soft.' Pluto called it 'opening up her mind.' Silver called it 'getting to know people better.' She felt a murderous intent building up towards all of them.

Evie hated Christmas. It wasn't because she didn't get any presents--heck, she was way used to that by now--but because something has happened when she was three that ruined her perspective on it forever. We won't go into the details now, because that would stray too far from the plot line.

So anyway, she shoved through the crowd chattering in excitement. The rooms were all frigid cold, especially the dungeons for Potions class...or so Evie learned from the other students. At the mere age of two, she had cast a spell on herself that kept her skin temperature and the air around her at just her preferred temperature. So maybe the entire class was feeling a 0 degree Fahrenheit temperature, but Evie was cooking it up at 87 degrees.

"I do feel sorry," said Draco Malfoy loudly one Potions lesson, staring pointedly at both Evie and Harry (whose cauldrons were placed next to each other for some annoying reason), "for those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."

Harry ignored him and continued with his Potion, but Evie, who hadn't been doing anything in the first place, retorted snippily, "Yes, I'm sure you do. Well I feel sorry for the parents that have to deal with their snobby, obnoxious brat of a child that does return home for Christmas."

Malfoy sneered at her, but then Professor Snape walked by and said, "Mystic, get to work. Two points from Gryffindor."

Evie made no movement to obey.

***

Evie plopped down in a random chair at the Gryffindor table for lunch with a heavy scowl.

He had been bothering her again.

Give me it...the Sorcerer's Stone...

Good heavens, for the last time, I don't have the stupid stone! If you really want immortality, go ask the old man to make you one!

Give it to me...

Shut up! Seriously!

She successfully managed to block him out ten minutes later.

"Hello? Evie?"

Evie looked up to see Harry waving his hand in her face. She scowled, her eyes narrowing. "What?"

"I was just wondering if you're going anywhere over the holidays," Harry said.

She gave him a murderous look. "Why would I? Where do you think I'd go, China?"

"No, I was just wondering--" Harry started.

"Well keep your  wondering to yourself," Evie snapped.

"What's got you in a bad mood?" Ron said hotly.

"I hate Christmas," Evie said flatly. "You have no idea."

"What are you talking about?" Ron exclaimed incredulously. "Who doesn't like Christmas?"

Evie went to answer, but then out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar black owl struggling against the strong winds of the storm and hissed. She slammed her hand on the table as she stood up, her chair clattering against the ground. Every head turned to look at her, and Professor McGonagall was there in a flash. "Is something the matter, Evie?"

Evie ignored her, storming for the door. "That stupid idiot," she seethed, slamming the door open with her foot. It smacked some arriving students' faces, but she ignored them and stalked down the hallway. "I don't know how many times I've told it not to go to outside, and of course, what does it do?"

She grabbed her broomstick from her room, slamming the front door open. The cold winds immediately whooshed in, causing some of he students in the hallway to shiver and run off, but Evie didn't seem bothered at all (probably because she wasn't bothered at all) as she sat sideways on her broomstick and pushed off into the air.

Evie held out her wand as she flew. A silvery glow tinted her skin and immediately, snow bounced off of her and wind parted in front of her, leaving her completely unscathed. "Pluto!" She hollered. Her owl appeared in the distance, looking battered and exhausted.

She scooped the poor owl up and cast a spell, immediately returning its body temperature to normal. Pluto hooted in delight, holding out a letter in its beak. She hesitated and took it.

Her aunt again.

Her fingers lingered on the edge. If she tore it up without even opening it, Pluto would no doubt feel bad. She opened it.

The contents were as follows:

Dear Evie,

Read my letters! This is important! You know I would never contact you unless it's a dire emergency!

Evie stopped reading after the first three lines. She gave Pluto a rare smile and patted its head. "Thanks, Pluto," she said softly. Pluto smiled an owl smile. Hoot.

And then Evie tore up the letter.

***

The days before Christmas came and went in a flash. Christmas Eve, Evie sat on her bed absently, staring down at the ground with a thoughtful expression on her face. Six of her seven wands sat spread out around her on the bedspread, each spraying off sparks with different colors: purple, blue, pink, green, orange, and gold. All of her roommates had gone home for the weekend, which meant it was only her in the room.

Neptunia had gone wandering the hallways picking fights with Mrs. Norris, and Pluto was sound asleep in its cage. She sighed.

Everything had really tumbled downhill ever since she entered Hogwarts.

She turned and gazed out the window at the full moon. The silver streaks in her hair seemed to glow in the light of the moon. Things stayed that way for the rest of the night.

***

Bam!

"Move it!" Evie hollered, slamming the door to her room open at six in the morning. The girls who had been chatting excitedly about their presents immediately parted. She stormed down the hallway, broomstick in hand. Gosh, why are these people so freaking excited over something like this? She scoffed to herself. Seriously, they're so thick headed!

Evie entered the Great Hall for breakfast, plopping down in her seat and slamming her wand on the table. She hissed in fury. "Gosh do I hate Christmas," She cursed to herself.

Back in Diagon Alley, during Christmas, literally everyone stayed out of her way, because if they didn't--well, they'd be lucky to just end up with a face that had been painted pink.

An hour later, Harry and Ron joined her at the table. Harry looked both touched and delighted, while Ron looked grumpily at his maroon sweater. "Hey Evie."

She scowled, looking out the window. "What do you want?"

"Guess what?" Ron said excitedly, not seeming at all bothered by her fury. "Harry got an Invisibility Cloak!"

"So?" Evie said sarcastically. "Those things suck. I mean, seriously, it'd be a lot easier to be invisible without some stupid cloak."

"I've always wanted an Invisibility Cloak," Ron said defensively. "And only really powerful wizards can make themselves invisible without a magic charm!"

"I can," Evie said in annoyance. "Suck it; you're just inexperienced."

That did it. Ron looked mad. "Fine, then, what did you get? I doubt you got anything better."

"Who said I get presents?" Evie said skeptically.

"What?" Harry blinked. "You mean you didn't get anything, Evie?"

Evie scowled. "Seriously, use your stupid brains for a minute," She snapped. "Who in the right mind would send me anything? I haven't had presents in eleven years, and it's not going to start now." She tossed her head.

"What about your parents?" Ron asked.

Wrong question.

Evie stood up so harshly and suddenly that she knocked her chair over, slamming her hands on the table. Everyone looked startled. She gave Ron a deathly look and a murderous glare in her narrowed eyes. "Don't. Even. Go. There."

She stormed from the room.

***

Evie stayed in a bad mood for the rest of the day. She skipped the Christmas dinner despite the teachers' protests and headed up to her room instead. After a brief moment's hesitation, she went out to see Silver.

Silver didn't seem to mind at all about Evie's sour mood, but Neptunia sure did. This only added to Evie's grumpy mood, and that night, she decided to do a little wandering.

Heaving a sigh, she swung one leg over her bed and exited the room, leaving Neptunia behind, and turned herself invisible before making her way down the corridor silently. Then a scream rang out from in the library, and Evie gave an annoyed glance before covering the hallway and making her way down that way.

Filch was at the door, though, so she turned around and started off again.

A burst of wind raced past Evie suddenly, and she felt her skin grow cold despite the temperature heating. There was a soft squeak that you would never had been able to pick up, had you not had Evie's perfect hearing, and she narrowed her eyes before taking the path she had never taken before.

Well, she'd taken it before once. But that was on the first day of school where she had gotten lost several million times, and that seemed so long ago that she didn't quite remember where the path led to. She followed the soft squeaking noises, when there were footsteps behind her.

It was Filch. "You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library--Restricted Section."

Ah yes, Evie thought to herself, that would be what the scream was. Oh, they're coming this way. Better move.

She cast a spell around her, and immediately her body was enveloped in a misty substance. Filch turned the corner with Snape, who replied, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

They walked right through Evie, who smiled as she discarded the mist the moment they were out of sight.

Then she noticed an open door and frowned. Had that been there before?

After a brief moment's doubt, she entered the room.

Almost immediately, she crashed hard, right into something invisible. The something invisible went "oof!" and Evie stumbled before landing hard and hissing as her invisibility spell fell off. Then her eyes widened in surprise.

"...Harry?"

Harry Potter sat before her, looking stunned, an Invisibility Cloak at his side. "Evie? What are you doing here?"

"Forget me," She scowled, climbing to her feet and brushing off her pants, "what about you? I'm the girl who goes around breaking every rule in the school. Besides, I don't sleep, so I'm always wandering around at night."

"Oh, I, um," Harry stammered, his eyes trailing to his cloak.

She sighed. "Don't answer that. And heck, what's with the mirror?"

The mirror was a majestic one, reaching the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

She frowned at the words. "That's...I'm pretty sure that's an ancient magic language."

Albus Dumbledore...

She froze. Of course! Who else but Dumbledore could have made this gimmick?

The Sorcerer's Stone...

Now she was downright annoyed. HEY, this and that are not relevant! Shut it!

Then she spotted Harry standing before the mirror, eyes transfixed on the surface. "Mum?" He whispered. "Dad?"

Not possible. Weren't Harry's parents killed by Voldemort? Evie walked up to him. "What's the matter?" She peered in the mirror from over his shoulder, but she couldn't see anything. "What are you staring at, Harry?"

"Look--look, it's my parents," Harry said in awe. "I've always wanted to see them..."

Evie gave him a skeptical look. "Have you gone mental? Do you need a bonk on the head? There's nothing there, genius."

"No--no, look," Harry insisted as he stepped out of the way. "Do you see your family?"

Evie hesitated but peered at the mirror curiously. The surface swirled before turning black, almost like a vortex threatening to suck her in. Her vision tinted red all of a sudden and her eyes widened, her hand clenching over her right eye--her green eye--tightly. Her throat choked up. No...no! Not here! What's going on?

"Evie?" Harry asked. "Hey, what's wrong, what do you see?"

Evie couldn't speak. The world flashed red before it spun, and everything sank into darkness as she collapsed.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. (Not really. :P) Anyway, I'm sorry about the real boring chapter, I hope to update soon, but for now I have to do homework. I hope you enjoyed this one anyway! Happy three day weekend to some of us! Yay! Thanks for reading!

~Princess_Fairytale

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