The Story of Ruby Evans - The Beginning (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction) (Rewriting)

Chapter 2 - I eat toast and jam

**Ruby's POV**

It was two days after I arrived at the Evans' house and it had been reeeeally quiet and boring. I din't so much mind the quiet, it was better than having Iris around. She's really annoying and ridiculously nosy. Iris walked into my room, where I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business and drawing a picture because there was nothing else to do. Well except read... but I couldn't be bothered at that moment in time.

"Who's that?" she asked.

"My mother," I replied quietly without looking up at her. I hadn't felt much like my normal self lately. It was probably something to do with the fact my Mum had just died. I'm normally much more hyper and crazy.

"Really? She doesn't look much like you."

Don't you think I know that? I lived with her for nearly 9 years, I thought.

"She is but I get most of my looks from my Dad," I said.

"Where is your Dad? Did he die too?"

She's such a nosy, annoying... Just so you know, I didn't really like talking about my Dad. It's not the nicest story. And I was also slightly annoyed at how bluntly she referred to my Mum's death.

"No," I replied.

"Well, why are you here then? Instead of with him, I mean."

"Because..." I really didn't want to tell her the truth. It had been a secret since I was two years old. Not many people knew the truth about who and where my Dad was. "I don't want to talk about it," I muttered, mentally sending "Go Away" messages to her.

"Why? Didn't he want you? Did he run out on you and your Mum? Didn't he love you anymore?" She obviously didn't get them.

"He loved us more than anything," I said, more to myself than Iris. I was starting to get angry. I din't want to talk about it. I had just said that, stupid girl.

"Then why aren't you with him?" Iris asked, a stupid grin on her stupid face.

"BECAUSE HE'S IN PRISON," I shouted, regretting it immediately after. I quickly went back to my drawing, hoping she'd go away.

For a moment the grin left Iris's face, then it crept back up again. "What did he do?"

"I said I don't want to talk about it," I whispered, my face red and tears in my eyes.

"Fine, suit yourself. I'll ask my Dad." She turned away and began examining the room. She walked over and picked up a small toy broomstick from the floor by my bed. "Why do you have a broomstick? It's not a very good toy."

I jumped up and snatched it from Iris's hand. "Careful with that, it was a present."

"It's not a very good one. Who gave you it?"

"My dad," I said quietly. It was solmething he gave me when I was little and it was one of my favourite things. I sat the broomstick carefully on the desk and whispered "Fly."

The broomstick immediately lifted about two inches from the desk and began to fly in small circles.

Iris just stared at it, open mouthed. I grinned at the look on her face. She looked so stupid and jealous. Seeing this, Iris closed her mouth and stormed out of the room, saying, "Well who would want a silly thing like that. Must just be freaks like you."

Haha, jealous much? I though.

***

Iris didn't bother me for the rest of the time I was there. Yay for me. Finally, the time was up and I packed half my clothes into my suitcase again and waited for Mrs Seymour to come and collect me. I heard the bell ring and was downstairs in a flash. I couldn't wait to get out of here and off to see my Uncle Moony. He's not really my uncle, and his name's not Moony. That's just what I call him. He was one of my Dad's best friends from school and is my godfather. Moony was his nickname at school so my Dad called him that and me and my Mum just picked it up from him.