The EvanStorm

Rosemary Eirlys Lillian Potter

Fleamont Kenneth James Potter

It was Rosemary’s 4th birthday. Monty’s 2nd Halloween. They heard the gate unlock. No one was due for a visit. Dad told them to run, but they could only go upstairs and hide. Mom was crying as she laid Monty in his crib. Rosie was told to hide behind the curtain. Then the man came in. Mom begged for him to spare them, pleaded really, but it made no difference. A single green light and she was gone. 

Rosie knew he was going to do that to Monty as well. When Monty was born their parents had told her to always look out for him, to always protect him. And with Mom gone, and Dad still downstairs, she was all that stood in the way of the man hurting her brother.
A sharp burst of accidental magic flares to intercept the green light just before it hits Monty. A thick sheet of ice appearing to reflect the curse back on its caster. The ice shatters as the man’s body disintegrates and the dark cloud screams as it disappears out the sudden hole in the wall. 

Rosie goes to check on Monty, but noise downstairs keeps her hidden. A man with a large hooked nose comes in, hugging mom’s body as he cries in tandem with Monty. Rosie hardly breathes as she watches. More sounds downstairs distract the man and he disappears on the spot, right before the man from the photos called Uncle Padfoot appears. He’s safe. Mom and Dad trusted him. But she’s frozen and can only watch as he picks her little brother up and leaves. 

It’s several hours before she moves from her position behind the curtains. Barely anyone knew she existed. Padfoot said her Dad was dead.

It was only her gran, who arrived 2 days later as organised back when she was just supposed to be visiting her mom and the man who was supposed to be her dad.

Gran took her home, back to their house under the Fidelius, and that’s where she stayed for the next 6 years.

Gran died when she was 8. It was hard, of course it was, but she dealt with it. She was a good thief and was good at looking after herself. She’d been doing it for a while anyways with how sick Gran had been. With Gran dead, the secret of the house moved to her. She could feel it in her soul.

She could share the secret.

It took her almost 2 years to find her brother. He was with their Aunt, and Rosie decided that was absolutely not going to remain that way. Monty would be better off picking through rubbish bins with her than living with them.

She kidnaps him that very night. 

It’s laughably easy, sneaking into the house after dark once everyone’s gone to sleep. She picks the lock on the cupboard with practices ease, and carefully hushes Monty when he goes to ask questions. He doesn’t have much in the way of belongings, so she puts him to work pillaging the kitchen.

She’s good at magic, so it’s not too difficult to stretch a bag enough to fit literally everything. Everything from the pantry, the fridge, the freezer, uncle Vernon’s liquor cabinet, and even some of the pots, pans and dishes. Monty seems quite pleased with stealing the kettle.

Meanwhile, Rosie goes upstairs into the master bedroom. Petunia’s bag is dumped out, with all her expensive jewellery shoved into expanded pockets, and the cash from her purse clutched tightly. She takes the jewellery from the dresser and the money from Vernon’s wallet as well before heading downstairs to her brother just in time to see him attempting to shove the tv into the bag. She stops him, because even though it would fit, it wouldn’t work afterwards so there’s no point.

With all that stolen and her little brother secured, they catch the first train headed north. She shares the secret during the ride, and tells him the story of how she’d been looking for him, and the truth of how their parents died. 

Living together is interesting. They’re both incredibly independent, even if Monty had never actually been completely on his own before. Monty had never had someone who actually cared about him. He loved it. 

They’re 8 and 10

It’s just barely a year later that they get a letter addressed to Rosemary Evans. Not Potter. Even though Dad had adopted her with the potion, there wasn’t time to register her name change. 

Rosie didn’t want to leave Monty alone for a whole year while she was off at magic school. But they didn’t really have too much of a choice. The letter contained instructions on how to get to Diagon Alley, and Gringotts was helpful with getting money.  

Gnorlack also gave her an inheritance test which said she was eligible for a ring ceremony to become Lady Peverell. It would emancipate her and give them access to more money for Monty to live off while she was gone. 

They set up weekly grocery deliveries to be left at the shed out the front just beyond the wards. They had 2 owls, and he was to owl her every single day. He’d been given a necklace linked to hers that warmed if he was safe and healthy but froze when something went wrong. She was also in the process of tracking down a pair of two way mirrors. Gnorlack had helped her reclaim the remaining two Potter Elves, and both were to be taking care of him, cooking and making sure he went to bed at a reasonable hour.

She was terrified to leave him. 

Flopsy takes him straight home after they say goodbye at the train station. And she’s left alone in her cabin for the whole train ride. She gets sorted into Slytherin after being called Mary Evans.

They’d heard a little bit about the boy who lived, and so far she was doing a good job at distancing herself from the story.  

She was the only ‘mud blood’ in Slytherin house. In its entirety. But she didn’t let on, pretending like she’d grown up with this stuff and of course none of its new what are you? idiots? 

Her letters to Monty are filled with stories about classes and complaints about various teachers. Monty’s letters tell her how the garden’s growing, that Flopsy tried going to the muggle markets yesterday and accidentally bought 3 chickens when they actually just wanted eggs. But it meant they’d never have to buy or steal eggs again so Rosie just suggested that maybe he help Winnie with building little hutch and pen for them. 

Somehow Rosie had been convinced to join a team. She’s not quite sure what exactly that team was, but it was a team nonetheless and she told Monty as much as she could. There wasn’t too many hiccups with Monty living on his own. Mostly just him nicking himself or falling off his skateboard, but the first time it was something bigger, where he’d completely broken his arm, Rosie had freaked out and almost ended up in the hospital wing until Flopsy had told her he was home and safe, just with a useless arm.

Rosie immediately gets started brewing a skellgrow to send to him, despite it actually being a 4th year potion. 3 days later he was writing her with full use of that arm.
There had been a few other instances where he’d stayed up 4 days in a row just to see if he could and collapsed from exhaustion. She’d reamed him out via parchment and took the time to learn how to send howlers specifically to tell him off. 

Turned out, the team she’d joined was a racing team. Except, they didn’t didn’t race brooms. They rode Hippogriff and Hippocampi chariots. It wasn’t as big of a sport as Quidditch, especially when they’re only students, but the international leagues had a dueling component that they were training for even if they weren’t technically allowed to duel until they were 4th years. She was mostly just learning how to drive the chariot to start with, and seeing if there’s any connection between her and a team to link up. She wouldn’t actually be competing until after Christmas at the earliest. 

Her birthday comes fast, and the great hall is decorated as the other students celebrate Halloween.

Rosie sits in the common room alone with the mirror that’d finally arrived a few days ago as she talks to Monty.

A cracking noise is her first warning, and suddenly sharp small squirts of water burst through the glass window that separates the common room from the lake. A thick layer of ice springs up before the glass can give way completely and flood the dungeon. Her accidental magic had often been ice related, and she was just grateful it had become strong enough to contain the full weight of the Black Lake.

Snape, sitting in the Great Hall, feels the break in the wards and freezes as he registers his missing student. The common room has a ward that lets him know the basic health of everyone inside it, he had expected to feel her body fail as she drowned with no way for them to get there in time, but the longer she lasts alive, the more hope he has as he sprints to the dungeons with the headmaster hot on his heels.

They can feel she is still alive when they arrive at the portrait, and they barely slow long enough to each cast a bubble head charm and a ward to catch the water so it doesn’t flood the hallway before they attempt to wrench the door open.

It’s stuck.

There’s no spells blocking it from opening, and it opens outwards, so theoretically the water shouldn’t be stopping it from opening.

The other teachers catch up as they start blasting at the door casting spell after spell. Now that he’s closer, his legillimancy is strong enough to feel her mind behind the doors.

She’s panicking, but alive.

He can feel her terror as her heart rate picks up and her magic starts swarming wildly. He barely has enough warning to cast a shield around the teachers before the door shatters as a swirling blizzard wreaks chaos through the hallway.

There’s no water though.

And forcing his way through the snowstorm, he can just barely make out the thick wall of ice separating the lake from his student, who’s fingers are turning the strange blue of pure ice.

Her once black hair a pure white and hazel eyes now glowing green with power. He reaches her just as the ice begins to crack, throwing up countless wards and transfigurations as he shields her with his body.

But he can only hold her as he watches the ice from her fingers spread up her arms and across her chest, until finally her whole body is pure ice, with no sign that she had ever been anything but a carved sculpture staring up at him in terror.

The wards tell them she’s gone.