The Story of Venice Evans

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Venice and the Weasleys + Potter arrived at the Burrow a bit later, and Venice got to see their house for the first time. She thought it was inviting and welcoming, and was glad she had somewhere decent to stay over the summer, other than the Malfoy's.

Venice was to sleep in Ginny's room with Hermione and Ginny, and Harry and Ron got to sleep in Fred and George's room since they were gone. Percy, Bill, and Charlie were not to stay at the Burrow, because they had moved out or moved on from the family *cough cough, Percy*.

A few weeks had gone by, and everything was swell. Venice and Ginny would play against Harry and Ron in quidditch games in their backyard, and Hermione would referee and keep score. Dinners made by Mrs. Weasley were pleasant, and almost quite endless. Filled up with food after the main course, you would hear "Time for pudding!" and Mrs. Weasley would stroll in the dining room with an over-sized treacle tart.

Her dreams changed over the summer, too. When Venice would sleep, over re-occurring scenes would happen in her head.
"Well done, Draco,"
"I don't know how it happened,"
"Severus. Please,"
"Harry, you have to try and stop this,"
"It's okay. it's going to be alright,"
One person would always reappear in Venice's dreams, though. Draco would somehow flutter into her thoughts, and whenever she tried to think about something else before bed, her thoughts did not cooperate.

Draco was having a very lonely summer. With his father working out his ways to break out of Azkaban with the rest of the Death Eaters, it was Draco's turn to step in. As a "junior" Death Eater, Draco was to help whenever needed. But so far, nothing had come up.

Draco was lonely to the fact that he would talk to himself to keep from going insane. "Draco, you idiot!" Was one of the most common phrases he would say to himself over and over again. If he had just tried to forget about the fact she was a mudblood, he would have her beside him right now. But she wasn't. Because of him.

"Venice!" Ginny exclaimed one day while running down the stairs to join Venice at the dining table. "Good morning, Ginny," Venice said. "Guess what? We're going to visit Fred and George in Diagon Alley tomorrow!" Ginny said, and smiled widely. "Seriously?" Venice said, almost spitting out her cereal. "Duh! Mum wants to see their shop and see how their business is," She explained. "Well, that should be fun I guess," Venice said to her. Ginny looked at her sneakily. "So, George." Ginny said, smirking. "Oh, shut it!" Venice exclaimed. Her feelings toward George were a bit muffled. "I dunno how much I like him anymore, Ginny," Venice said to her in a much softer tone. "What? Why not? You'd be my sister-in-law, come on!" Ginny pleaded with another big smirk. Venice sighed and rolled her eyes. She was thinking about the boy with the white-blonde hair that ever so suddenly appeared in her dreams. She decided that if she couldn't get him out of her dreams, she just had to accept his mental presence.

The day had come when they were going to go to Diagon Alley to see Fred and George. They also were going to get their books and new supplies for their sixth year, but everybody mainly wanted to just go to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Mr. Weasley led them out of the house, where they found two black cars in front of them. Venice was reminded of the time she was going to the Malfoy's. "Alright, folks! These are ministry cars which will take us to the leaky cauldron, then we will be guarded by none other than Kingsley when we arrive!" Mr. Weasley said, explaining their plan. Venice followed Ginny, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley into one of the cars. The others went in the other car.

Their drive was short and pleasant, and soon enough they found themselves in front of the leaky cauldron in London. "Alright, let's go, shall we?" Kingsley Shacklebolt said as they got out of the cars. The lot followed them into the pub and to the brick wall that led them into Diagon Alley. He tapped his wand on the brick a few times, and it magically opened up. Diagon Alley was dark and deserted, except for an orange looking shop at the far side of the street. "Well, thanks Kingsley! Let's go now!" Mr. Weasley said, ushering everybody into the alley. The magical brick closed, encasing them in the depths of the wizarding streets.

They walked to the end of the alley, and went inside Fred and George's shop. Business appeared to be booming, as customers crowded the products and walkways of the shop. Then all of a sudden two professional looking men in orange suits came strolling down a staircase from above them. "Mum! Dad!" Fred and George exclaimed, walking down to hug their parents. "Oh, you two! This is amazing! Better than I had ever imagined!" Mrs. Weasley said to them with an approving smile. "Gee, thanks mum," Fred said and smiled. Venice looked to her right and saw the products for "Girlies" George had talked about in the tea shop on Valentine's Day. Venice walked over to the display, and picked up a heart shaped bottle. "Love Potion!" It read on the label. "Ahh, found something, eh?" Came a voice from beside her left shoulder. George appeared and stood next to her, smiling. Venice smiled and gave him a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek. "Georgie, I've missed you!" Venice said. She felt warm and safe when she was with George, something she could never confidently say about Draco. "I've missed you too," He said, flustered. "Let me show you around!" He suggested. He walked around the store, showing her all the different sections. There were even Defence Against the Dark Arts jokes and gadgets, and some of them were actually quite useful. "George, all this is spectacular!" Venice exclaimed, when they found a place to look down at the entire shop. "I'm quite proud of Freddie and I, I dare say," He said, smirking. George put him arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. Venice smiled, and gave him another hug.

Venice was downstairs in the joke shop with Ginny, exploring the "Girlies" section a little more. Looking at a few of the beauty joke products, Venice looked up to see out the window of the shop. Dressed in a pitch black tuxedo, and slicked back white-blond hair, was Draco Malfoy. He looked as if he didn't want to be followed, then turned into Knockturn Alley. Ginny noticed her staring at him. "You still like him, don't you."She said sentimentally. Venice turned her head back down and pretended to examine a product. A tear slid down her cheek and into her hands, as Ginny rushed over to her and put a gentle hand on her back. "It's okay, Venice. I get it," She said. But she didn't. She really didn't know about the reoccurring dreams, thoughts, and visions she had of him. She wanted it to stop, because she knew it wasn't right to like him. He hated her kind, and showed it.