Summary: Evelina Wynter Lillian Potter-Black (femharry), Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood are battling Bellatrix who was about to hit them with a deadly curse when they are suddenly taken to Middle Earth by the Wild Hunt.
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Chapter Eight, Halloween Part One
It had been three days since they left Rivendell and the day that Evelina had been dreading had arrived; her parents anniversary of their death. It had been eighteen years to the day that she lost her parents and even after all this time it still greatly affected her. The weather didn't seem to agree with her as all day the sun had beat furiously down on their necks as they made their long trek through open plains. Evelina had been quiet ever since she woke up that morning, hardly talking to anyone and only speaking when she was spoken to. She knew she was worrying the others especially her mates, but at the moment she just wanted to stay quiet so she can grieve, unfortunately the fates weren't going to be so kind to her today.
"Miss Evelina, are you alright? You've been dreadfully quiet all day." Sam asked her concerned as he quickened his pace so he could catch up with her. Evelina slowed her pace so Sam could walk with her, she may want to be alone but she wasn't going to be rude to anyone. "No. Not really Sam." Evelina said softly. She cursed inwardly when her cracking voice drew the attention of the others. Neville seeing everyone's attention on her and knew how hard this day was for her like tomorrow will be for him, came to her rescue. "Don't worry Sam," Neville said as he smiled at the Hobbit and wrapped his arm around Evelina's shoulders squeezing them gently in comfort. "Eve's grieving. This day of the year is always hard for her, more than most. Today is eighteen years since her parents died." Neville said sadly.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Pippin said softly though by the look on his face he was quite unsure what to say. "How did they die?" He asked, wincing when Sam slapped him around the back of the head. "You shouldn't ask that Pippin. Miss Evelina is upset enough!" He chastised. "No, it's alright Sam. Pippin didn't mean any harm." Evelina said softly. She tried to smile at the young Hobbit who reminded her so much of Fred with his pranks. "In our world there was a war as you know, but the war had started when our parents were children. When our parents were old enough they joined forces with others to fight against the Dark Lord Voldemort.
When our parents were in their early twenties they had Neville and I, Neville being born a day before me. A Prophecy was made stating that a child born at the end of the seventh month, born to those who had thrice defied him would have the power to escape him." Evelina said looking down at the small pebble that she had unknowingly started floating. She looked up and saw that everyone had stopped walking to listen to her and they were stood in a clearing. "The thing is both Neville and I were born as the seventh month dies to parents who had escaped him three times," Evelina continued.
"Both our families went into hiding, but my parents were betrayed by the person they thought was their friend. He gave our whereabouts to Voldemort who didn't waste anytime in coming after us. I remember everything. I remember my dad playing with me, making coloured puffs of smoke come out of his wand, and my mum telling him off for getting me too excited for I wouldn't sleep." Evelina wiped the tears from her face and continued with her story, once she started she couldn't stop. "It was on the thirty-first of October. My dad had stood up ready to help put me to bed; he'd picked me up and kissed my forehead before handing me to my mum when the door was blown off of its hinges.
