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Summary: In which there are two witches born to the Evans family, but everything's still about Lily. Tansy didn't know why she expected any different. OC-insert.

She knew she shouldn't have come.

The scent of fire whiskey covered the room, as music blared. People danced joyously, bodies connecting, as she sat off in the corner.

Tansy had always hated parties.

It was something her mother would always joke about. How she had come into the world completely silent, without a spark of hysteria. No excitement.

She had always known what to expect. Had always known what to do without any prompting from anyone.

In a sense, the party was for her. It was meant to celebrate Hufflepuff winning the first Quidditch game of the year, something the House didn't do often. It was meant to be a joyous occasion.

Her brow twitched, as Bertha Jorkins-the cow- proceeded to shove her tongue down an unsuspecting fifth year's throat.

(She could just sneak out-)

"Do you insist to spend the night brooding?" Her lips curled upwards at the familiar voice. Caradoc Dearborn stood on her right side, passing her a bottle of fire whiskey. Tansy looked at him gratefully.

"I'm not brooding, Doc," She replied, shoving the taller boy's shoulder. "I'm… reminiscing. It's not exactly like I have a lot of time left here," The boy hummed at that.

"Don't remind me," The teen replied, wrapping an arm around the girl's shoulder. The smile he sent her was warm, inviting. "We're already in sixth year," He winked at a Seventh year, before nudging Tansy in the side. "How does it feel to win the first game of the year, Captain?"

"It does feel pretty amazing," She admitted, taking a swig of fire whiskey. "Lord knows Hufflepuff needs a win," Blue eyes crinkled at that, as Caradoc sent her a look from the corner of his eye. He leaned in conspiratorially.

"Wanna dance?" Tansy downed her drink at that, and grabbed onto the boy's hand. Her eyes brightened.

(if it's with him… I don't mind it so much-)

"I thought you'd never ask,"

She had met Caradoc Dearborn at the ripe age of eleven.

"You do realize your knickers are showing, right?"

Those had been the first words he had said to her.

She remembered wearing a plaid skirt, and standing on a stool to get a look at the top shelf in Flourish and Blotts. A boyish snicker broke her out of her musings.

"Are you an idiot?" He questioned, hands in his pocket. Hair buzzed short. She remembered thinking he looked like a girl, despite it all. "Polka dots, really?"

Tansy had just blinked at that, before shrugging her shoulders. Blonde hair flowing over her shoulders.

"Why are you so interested in my knickers?" She retorted, climbing down from the stool. "No offense, but you're a bit too young for me," His eyes had widened at that, before he grinned impishly.

"As if I'd go for you,"

It had been the start of a beautiful friendship.

She had worn her blonde hair in pigtails, had knobby knees, and would always resort to ducking her head when presented with new people.

To hide the atypical nature of her eyes.

They were a gift, her mother had said, a rare treat that had been passed down from her Great- Grandmother. One blue and one green

Tansy had hated them.

They had been jarring on her eleven year old face. Too large and protruding to truly be considered pretty.

'Toad Eyes' had been her nickname for her formative years. That and 'Freaky Eyes'.

The thought of it made her break down in laughter now.

Caradoc scowled at her, as he twirled her around.

"My goodness Evans, am I that bad?"

"You've stepped on my feet at least three times, Dearborn," Tansy replied, swaying to the music.

"Not my fault your feet are abnormally large,"

Tansy hummed at that, before kicking the boy in the shins. He winced slightly, before looking off to the side.

"Alright, I guess I deserved that," he stated, staring off into the corner of the room. Tansy followed his line of vision.

Josie Alcott stood in the corner, brown eyes wide with mirth as Marlene Mckinnon proceeded to dance on the table. Chugging a mixture of different alcohols.

"Y'know," Tansy started off slowly, a smile tugging at her lips. "If you're that interested in Alcott, you might wanna try actually talking to her," Caradoc scoffed at that, as he tugged Tansy in a bit closer.

"Alcott? You know you're the only one for me," He joked, as the music got a little slower. Caradoc turned slightly solemn. "You know me Evans. Relationships are an inconvenience. A quick shag is always the way to go if you want to get someone off your mind,"

Tansy hummed at that, as the music stopped. She tilted her head upwards, and pressed a kiss to the boy's cheek.

"I love you Doc," She started off, as the music began once more. "But you're a complete idiot,"

The boy didn't argue, and just shrugged as he went to flirt with a rather curvaceous Ravenclaw.

"You're out past curfew," Tansy rolled her eyes at the address.

"Hullo to you too, Lil sis," She replied, words slightly slurred. "How does it feel to be prefect? You gonna take points off?" Lily looked affronted at that.

"Tansy," The redhead started off, as she moved closer to the shorter witch. Her green eyes were slightly narrowed. "Are you alright? How much have you had to drink?"

"Not enough," Tansy replied, forlornly as she squeezed the redhead in a hug. "There was a party, y'know? You should've been there. I hated it at first, but the booze was good-"

"Twenty points from Hufflepuff," Tansy blinked at that.

Lily looked stone faced, as she gently pushed Tansy off of her. She pursed her lips, as she walked past her. Tansy felt her heart twinge slightly at that.

Lily stopped for a moment, before continuing forward.

"Go to bed, Tansy," The redhead replied, as she turned the corner.

"Petunia, Tansy, this is Lily," Mismatched eyes had stared down at the bundle that laid so comfortably in her mother's arms. Zinnia Evans smiled softly at the two of them, as she rocked Lily back and forth.

"You'll look after her for me won't you? It's your job as her big sisters,"

Petunia had nodded her head enthusiastically at that. Tansy, however, was a bit more hesitant.

She toddled over to where Lily was, her one year old body barely being able to walk. She reached a pudgy finger towards Lily's face.

The baby grabbed on.

Something warm had settled in Tansy's stomach at that, as she nodded her head slowly.

….

(Lily Potter had been a talented witch. It's horrible she had to die so soon)

….

That was when the nightmares had begun.

(she remembered)

"They're only dreams," Her mother would soothe, stroking Tansy's hair. "You have nothing to worry about my love,"

Tansy wished she could've believed her.

Images of people she hadn't yet met would plague her. Of them dying, suffering.

(Of her sister being struck down by a green light)

Her eleventh birthday hadn't been a day she had dreamed of. She wasn't in love with the idea of magic like Lily had been, or disgusted like Petunia.

Tansy had been wary of it.

The moment her Hogwarts letter had made her way into her hands, Tansy felt something swell up in her stomach.

(Disgust, anger, FEAR)

She was a coward.

(A coward that didn't want her baby sister to die so soon)

Lily-Perfect Lily that tried so hard. Worked so hard to prove she belonged in a world that didn't want her- deserved so much more than what was destined for her.

Tansy watched the redhead walk away, before sighing and straightening up. She walked forward a few more steps, before coming across a large door.

A smile overtook the blonde's face, as she walked into the Room of Requirement.

Dear Tansy,

How has the school year been treating you?

Auror training is actual Hell in a hand basket. My bruises have bruises, and the people here are assholes.

The head trainer, Moody, can kiss my arse. He singles me out, I swear.

Caradoc told me that Hufflepuff won the first game of the year. I guess I was right to make you captain. All that's left is for you to win the Quidditch cup.

Enough with the pleasantries. To answer your question, no, I have no information when it comes to horcruxes. And you will tell me how you know about those things when we next meet.

I will say this, however. When it comes to creating a Horcrux, the process is horrific. Something that can't be spoken about openly, or even written on paper.

Whatever your planning to do Tansy, don't. You're too damn reckless for your own good.

Nothing but love,

Alice Greengrass

P.S. You're giving me grey hairs, Evans.

P.P.S. I saw Fabian Prewitt the other day. He is FIT. Why'd you end things with him again?

Alice had… discovered her in a sense.

She had been in her first year, nose buried in a book, when the upperclassmen had singled her out.

She had been fresh off the Quidditch pitch, sweat on her brow, dirt between her teeth when she locked eyes with Tansy.

"Your eyes are amazing," The blonde had prattled, watery blue eyes examining her. "I've never seen such a thing,"

She hadn't known how to react to that. The wind blew in her hair, as she nodded her head blankly.

"Have you ever played Quidditch?" Alice had questioned, walking away from her friends. She plopped down next to Tansy. "You got a good build. Hufflepuff's gonna need a new keeper next year,"

"I...I-"

"You should definitely try out," The blonde replied, stretching out her arms. "I gotta go hop in the shower, but I hope to run into you again?"

"Well-"

"Nice talking to you!" She had called out, before running to join her team. Tansy's jaw dropped, as she went over the previous encounter.

(Are all the people here this weird?)

(She had tried out for the keeper position her second year, and thanks to the training of Alice had secured a spot on the team-)

The Marauders had struck again.

Tansy looked down at her uniform, and snorted. Her black and yellow tie, was now a bright red and gold. Her hair being transformed into a bright orange. The entire of Hufflepuff suffering the same fate. Black and Potter high fived. Pettigrew laughed into his hand, and Lupin-ever the 'innocent' one- just looked amused.

Payback for winning the Quidditch game.

The snap of a camera made her turn her head.

Caradoc smiled down at her, in the same predicament she was in. Her picture came out immediately.

Her eyes were wide in the Polaroid, as she turned her head to the side hurriedly. The image repeating again and again.

She turned her head to the Gryffindor table, and felt her stomach clench slightly. Hazel eyes stared back at her unflinchingly.

(her lips were pressed against his)

She swept a strand of orange hair behind her ear, as she forced out a laugh. Marlene despaired at the state of her clothes, as Josie placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

(His hands roamed across her body-)

She could still feel his eyes on her, as she downed a cup of pumpkin juice.

Author's Note: Here's the rewrite of Hiraeth! This has been a long time coming, and if you're an old reader you can probably tell that this story is a lot different than the original. For starters, Petunia isn't a witch in this one. This story follows Tansy Evans, the middle child of the Evans family. Tansy is one year older than Lily, and two years younger than Petunia. I've also decided to start the story off at a different place. Tansy is in her sixth year, while Lily and the Marauders are in their fifth. I hope you guys enjoy this rewrite!

Any questions you have for me?

P.S. I love you guys, and thanks for the support!