Disclaimer: This story contains elements from the Harry Potter series, by JK Rowling. I’m not making any money of it; I’m just borrowing a few characters from her.
Author’s Notes: This is the sequel to Artists and Scientists. I recommend you read that story first. And the most important note: many thanks to Arianrhod for her invaluable help with this story!
A New Home
Chapter One – A Familiar Name
Albus Dumbledore was sunbathing. It was
a sunny day in July and he had opened a window and adjusted his chair
so he was sitting right in the sun that shone through the open
window. He was enjoying himself. Not only because of the sun, but
also because of what he was doing. This was a part of his work he
always looked forward to: looking over the names of the new students.
There were common names and uncommon
names, familiar names and unfamiliar names. He always amused himself
with figuring out which students were Muggleborn, which weren’t,
and how the latter students were related to older students or
ex-students. Even more pleasure he derived from imagining the
characters and appearances of new students only to find he had been
horribly wrong during the Sorting Ceremony.
This year, a new pair of twins would be
entering Hogwarts: Ellie and Katie Snow. Albus stroked his beard
while he wondered if they would be more like the Weasley twins or the
Patil twins. It would be entertaining to have another pair of troublemakers,
now Fred and George had left school. Although Professor McGonagall
certainly wouldn’t approve of that ...
Albus’ gaze travelled from the
sisters Snow up to Timothy Nott, Theodore’s little brother,
past Claire Larbalestier, whose parents had attended Beauxbatons, and
finally fell on a familiar name in the top half of the list. Evans. Mark Evans.
Albus stared at the name, feeling
distinctly uncomfortable. His instincts told him quite clearly that
there was something important about this name, something he should
remember and that called for swift action. Albus tried to tell his
mind that Evans was simply a very common Muggle name, but he failed
miserably. His instincts were not to be fooled. This was an important
matter, and there was no way to avoid it. He should have been in
motion already, instead of sitting in the sun.
Albus shook his head to clear it. It
didn’t happen very often, but this time he could make neither
head nor tail of his own thoughts. He briefly considered using his
Pensieve to figure out what he should remember about the name Evans,
but he thought better of it. There was no point to it. He remembered very
clearly every Evans that had attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft
and Wizardry since he had become a teacher at the school. Most of
them had been Muggleborn. The Evanses, like so many other Muggle
families, had never managed to make their name become a well-known
wizarding name, due to the murders by first Grindelwald and then
In fact, there was only one wizard with
Evans blood at Hogwarts right now, and he didn’t even carry the
name. Harry Potter, son of Lily Evans.
Albus shook his head once again to
clear it, this time from the memories of Lily Evans, one of the most
brilliant witches he had ever met, and who had died much too early.
Mark Evans couldn’t have any connection with Lily Evans, and
Albus could only hope young Mark would be an honour to his name. He
continued reading the list of names.
A few minutes later, Albus was just
trying to decide whether it would be more likely that Ted Bell was
Katie’s brother or cousin when the door of his office opened to
reveal the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall. She looked
“Albus,” she said, while
she hurried forward. “I was preparing to send the Hogwarts
letters to the new students when I noticed where this one,” she
brandished an envelope, “was addressed to.”
Feeling mildly curious about what had
upset Minerva, Albus accepted the letter and looked at the address.
It was somewhere in Little Whinging. That was certainly an
interesting coincidence. He moved his fingers to reveal the name.
“An Evans in
Little Whinging, Albus,” Minerva continued. “I
immediately remembered that other letter to an Evans in Little
Whinging.” She paused, but when Albus didn’t react, she
said, “Lily Evans. This can’t be a coincidence, Albus.”
Albus had just been
thinking exactly the same thing, but about another concurrence. Was
it coincidence that he and Minerva had been reminded of Lily Evans
at the same time? Had his instincts been right after all? Was there
something important about the name Mark Evans?
Not being able to
sort out the thoughts whirling through his head, he raised his eyes
at his distressed Deputy and asked slowly, “Do you believe that
Mark Evans and Lily Evans are related?”
“Yes, I do.”
quick and brisk reply seemed to straighten something in Albus’
have any relatives except her sister,” he said.
certain of that?” Minerva asked.
certain degree, yes,” Albus answered, stroking his beard. “Lily
left me a list of her Muggle relatives and friends before she died.
Her sister was the only family she mentioned. Her parents and
grandparents were dead. If she had any other relatives, she wasn’t
aware of them. Mark might be a distant relative, but you might as
well call that a coincidence.”
Minerva seemed to
mull that over for a while. Albus bent over his name list once again.
He had successfully subdued his flaring instincts with his own
reasoning, and the only thing left that could bother him now was the
fact that Minerva was standing in front of his window and thus
blocking the sunlight.
Minerva said after a few minutes. Her eyes glittered; she seemed to
have come to a decision. “Do you give me permission to do some
research about this Mark Evans? I’m just wondering how he
happens to live in Little Whinging.”
Albus said, smiling. Minerva McGonagall made a wonderful
Headmistress, especially because of things like this. She would never
give up, and investigate every possibility imaginable. Most likely,
she would return in a few days, laughing and telling him that Mark
and Lily weren’t related after all, but that she had
nonetheless found some other interesting fact that she wanted to
To Be Continued...