Revived

Chapter 1 - 'What do I look like, a potato?'

           

Here I am once again looking into the eyes of my reflection. She looks so broken, the once vibrant blue eyes now shattered into a thousand pieces along with her heart. The long golden hair still there but without the shine it used to carry. The happy witch I once was, was gone locked in the back of my mind.  I was truly broken, 'why' i asked her reflection 'why do they all leave me?' I cried.

The pain was still there they said it would eventually go away. It has been four years now four years since they died. The pain would never go away maybe soften with time, but the pain and the scars would never go away.

Four years I have been caring for my brother. People ask, 'Why did you grow up so fast?' I respond with 'I had to' therefore i am now heading to Hogwarts. I love my brother and that is why I must leave, he has been accepted into the school, so I must accompany him. I will not let him be forgotten, to be left alone like I was. This is something I will not allow.

Benjie my brother received the letter two months ago. He was so excited he was glad to be able to attend the school I had told him so much about. The year of the so called 'accident' was my second year at Hogwarts, I left my friends and new-found family for him. He was now the only thing I had left. I was twelve when they were murdered, I was the smartest in my grade doing magic that even fourth years had trouble comprehending, this knowledge allowed me to take my brother and disappear. 

I took my brother and a trunk for each of us and travelled to a small muggle village in the Australian outback. The wizarding community in this area was small but an elderly witch let us stay in her house if we helped around the house and town.

The year I turned fourteen was the year I began working. I worked in the local bakery and earned enough money to support my brother and Marie the elderly witch. Her health was failing, and it saddened me for she had become like another mother to me through those two years. Marie only died a year ago, we still lived in her house for she left that and the money in Gringotts account to me. The ministry of magic allowed me to be of age at fourteen, so I could support my household.

Just like my family in the 'accident', my friends in the fire and now Marie from failing health, they all left me. I know they don't mean to but they all do in the end.

"Evie! Evie!" Benjie's little voice yelled at me through my bedroom door.

"Evie, it is time to go you have to apparate us there. Come on Evie!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I called back smiling at the nick-name he had given me. My name Evelyn Brooks had been shortened to just Evie. It happened when he was barely two years old, he had tried to say my name and all that came out was Evie so I was stuck with it. But I really love it when he calls me that because it brings back pleasant memories and those memories seem to shove the bad ones in a closet and lock them in.

I opened the door to see Benjie standing there with his trunk in hand bouncing on the balls of his feet barely containing the excitement he was feeling.

"Come on then little bro let's go to Hogwarts," I took his hand in mine and then my trunk in the other.

"Hold on tight darling." I then apparated away.

Here I was once again looking at the Hogwarts express, the scarlet colour still the same and the same excitement filling the air as students returned for the next year at Hogwarts. I looked around noticing the confused and startled looks I was getting from parents and students around me, probably from the fact that I fifteen year old girl had apparated and to make it worse no one knew who I was.

I grabbed hold of Benjie's hand leading him through the crowd which parted before us and towards the pile of trunks at the far end of the platform. After placing our trunks in the pile, I directed Benjie towards the train, and a new beginning.

As we entered the train, I tried to ignore the strange looks I was getting probably from the fact that I was a fifteen-year-old girl who no-one had ever seen before. I doubted anyone would recognise me from my time at Hogwarts. I had changed so much, not just in my appearance but I wasn't that happy, outgoing 12-year-old witch anymore.

I was startled from my day-dreaming as Benjie began to pull me down the hall-way, apologising to those he bumped into in his exited state. But as Benjie turned to tell me to hurry up again he bumped into a blonde boy that looked about my age.

'Hey,' the blonde turned around, 'Don't touch me mud blood,' he spat.

'Hey,' I shouted back at him, pulling Benjie behind me, 'You don't have any right to call someone that,' I told him. Repulsed that he would call an 11-year-old, a nasty name like that.

'Who do you think you are, to talk back to me?' he asked me, two of his goons stepping up beside him.

'A human being,' I sassed, 'What do I look like a potato?'

'Do you know who I am?' He asked, looking down at me, like I was a piece of filth he had scraped of the bottom of his shoe.

'No, I don't know your name but I do know that you are a stuck up, snobby, pure-blood.' As I talked I noticed the hall growing quite as students gathered around us with shocked faces.

'Actually, come to think of it you look a lot like Black, now who did she marry?' I continued ranting, 'Ah, right that stuck up Malfoy guy, so my guess is that you are a Malfoy. There you go I know who you are, but I would rather call you stupid because that is what you are.'