Squeaks, Moony and Padfoot

Chapter 18

Evie's POV

I woke up the next morning with the most horrendous headache. There was no way I was making it to classes today.

Adie had come in, took one look at me and made sure all the curtains were closed, blocking out the light. "My mom used to suffer with headaches like this all the time," she whispered as she knelt next to my bed. "I've left a tonic on your bedside, take it your headache will ease. Although it will leave you feeling sick for a few hours." She said softly. "I'll come check on you at lunch," she paused.

I didn't hear her leave. I could barely open my eyes, though it was much less painful now that the room was in total darkness. I blindly felt along my bedside table for the tonic, and gulped it down.

Addie was right, it did make you feel sick. I decided sleep was my greatest ally right now. I couldn't think about Sirius or Peter or Harry, it hurt my head too much.

By the time I awoke, Addie was sitting in the chair in the corner of my room reading.

"Hey," I grumbled groggily.

She looked up from her book, "Hey," she said softly. "How are you feeling?"

"I imagine this is how someone would feel after a night of drinking firewhiskey." I say

Addie laughed lightly, "Has your headache gone at least?" She asked.

I nod. Then, search for some water. Addie came over and sat on the edge of my bed as I sat up to drink.

"George was looking for you at breakfast," she said, a small smile tugging at her lips.

I dismissed whatever she was trying to imply, suddenly at the mention of breakfast I realised I was starving. "I'm hungry, I'll join you for lunch." I say as I get out of bed to start getting ready.

Addie laughed, "More like dinner, lunch was hours ago babe. You've slept the entire day."

I gape at her, shocked.

"You're quite peaceful when you sleep. I came in to check on you, but you were out cold." She shrugged.

I didn't bother dressing in my robes. As it was dinner time, everyone would be in their own clothes anyway.

We made our way to the Great Hall, the feast already in motion. We sit down at our table and fill our plates with food.

I have a few questions from the other Hufflepuff's asking if I'm alright when I feel someone watching me from across the room.

I look up to find George is concerned eyes boring into me. I give him a small smile but it doesn't seem to ease the concern on his face.

A moment later, a small piece of parchment appears in my hand with a tiny pencil.

Are you alright?

I quickly write my reply.

I'm fine, terrible headache. I slept most of the day but I'm fine now. And he gave me a tonic to help.

As soon as I finish writing, the parchment disappeared along with the pencil. I looked up to see George writing, when his head looked back up at me, the parchment appeared in my hand under the table.

Harry knows that Sirius is your godfather. Unlike you, he thinks Sirius is responsible for your parents.

Dread washes over me. I feel the blood draining from my face as I go impossibly whiter. I think for a moment, trying to formulate what to say back.

Do you think he'll listen if I tell him the truth?

I see George close his eyes as he reads my note. He looks up at me and the sympathy in his eyes tells me all I need to know.

After the meal is done everyone heads back to their common rooms. It's only when I hear the commotion coming from the direction of the Gryffindor common room, that I stop in my tracks and head the other way.