Give and Take (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

August 29th ,1995

"...Evy?" A soft voice pierced the darkness, "Evy, dear, it's time to wake up. You've got to get to shopping for Hogwarts."

Evy groaned. Even if she was one for waking up early in the morning, three AM was a bit too early (She normally woke at around seven AM).

"Five more minutes," she begged, her voice muffled from her face being buried in her white cased pillow.

"Nice try, Pumpkin Pie," her pa teased, "It's time to get up or you'll never get to Flourish and Blott's before the hullabaloo arrives."

With a loud groan and a large mental effort, Evy hauled herself from the warm protection of her bed, which had a teal comforter and soft white sheets. The cool air from around her chilled her bare arms and face, causing her to want nothing more than to sleep the day away in peace. Her pa left the room so she could get dressed.

Evelyn Grace Rodgers, or 'Evy' for short, lived in Oxford England, in a quiet part of town. Her and her two fathers lived rather strange lives in comparison to the rest of the world. But to them, it was completely normal. To be clear, Evy was no ordinary fourteen-year-old, she was a witch. Not an evil witch from a children's fairy tale, she was a witch just like a wizard, who could cast spells with a magic wand. Her education wasn't ordinary either; she attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This school taught all the young witches and wizards in the U.K. the subtle and, at times, challenging art of magic. They learned everything from defending themselves from dark magic to the long and, in Evy's opinion, very boring history of the magical community.

Evy loved her school to say the least. She had lots of friends just like her, she got to connect with her true abilities better and she got to dive head-first into a world of fantasy and magic from the stories she heard when she was a child.

But the only real problem was a tall, dark-skinned Slytherin boy in her year (fifth year) who seemed to have a particular loathing for her. She remembered it clear as day, on her first day of second year, she met who would become her enemy...

"Evy, over here!"

Evy rushed in the direction of her name being called. She was trying her best to slip between the large swaths of older and younger students swarming into the Great Hall for the opening feast. It was very challenging, seeing as she was rather short and the taller students didn't move out of her way. She tried her hardest to not shove anyone while still moving towards the voice, but it was nearly impossible. She had separated from her best friend, Katherine Wright, a Ravenclaw in her year, to go join her other friends from Hufflepuff, Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbot. Hannah had been the one calling her name.

"Hi guys, it's so good to see you all." Evy chimed cheerfully. She was always very happy to see her friends again. They smiled back just as luminously.

"You, Rodgers, is it? Come here."

Evy whirled around to locate the source of the cold, harsh voice that had summoned her so spontaneously. Her large ocean eyes met the cold, near black ones of none other than Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin in her year who was known to believe himself to be better than everyone else due to the fact he was a pureblood. The only person he seemed to believe himself inferior to was Draco Malfoy, also a pureblood Slytherin whom the whole school respected the most... and feared the most.

Evy couldn't imagine what the group would want with her, but she walked over to them compliantly.

"Can I help you?" she asked in the politest, softest tone she could muster. It was so polite, that it almost came off as sarcastic.