Eva Black. Year 2.

Capter 11

Harry woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight and his arm reboned but very stiff. He sat up quickly and looked over at Eva's bed. She was already awake and was reading a book.

"Are you okay?" asked Harry.

"Yes, but I feel lightheaded and a dizzy," answered Eva.

Then he looked over at Colin's bed, but it had been blocked from view by the high curtains Harry had changed behind yesterday. Seeing they were awake, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with a breakfast tray and began bending and stretching his arm and fingers.

"All in order," she said as he clumsily fed himself left-handed porridge. She came next to Eva and checked her right hand and said. "When you've finished eating, you both may leave."

They dressed as quickly as they could and hurried off to Gryffindor Tower, desperate to tell Ron and Hermione about Colin and Dobby, but they weren't there. Harry and Eva left to look for them, wondering where they could have got to and feeling slightly hurt that they weren't interested in whether he had his bones back or not.

As they passed the library, Percy Weasley strolled out of it, looking in far better spirits than last time they'd met.

"Oh, hello, Harry, Eva," he said. "Excellent flying yesterday, really excellent. Gryffindor has just taken the lead for the House Cup—you earned fifty points!"

"You haven't seen Ron or Hermione, have you?" said Eva.

"No, I haven't," said Percy, his smile fading. "I hope Ron's not in another girls' toilet..."

Eva forced a laugh, watched Percy walk out of sight, and dragged Harry straight for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She couldn't see why Ron and Hermione would be in there again, but after making sure that neither Filch nor any prefects were around, she opened the door and heard their voices coming from a locked stall.

"It's us," he said, closing the door behind him. There was a clunk, a splash, and a gasp from within the stall and she saw Hermione's eye peering through the keyhole.

"Eva, Harry!" she said. "You gave us such a fright—come in—how are you?"

"Eh, fine, could be better."

"How is your arm Harry?" Asked Ron.

"Fine," said Harry, squeezing into the stall. An old cauldron was perched on the toilet, and a crackling from under the rim told them they had lit a fire beneath it. Conjuring up portable, waterproof fires was a speciality of Hermione's.

"We'd've come to meet you, but we decided to get started on the Polyjuice Potion," Ron explained to Eva and Harry, with difficulty, locked the stall again. "We've decided this is the safest place to hide it."

Eva started to tell them about Colin, but Hermione interrupted.

"We already know—we heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That's why we decided we'd better get going—"

"The sooner we get a confession out of Malfoy, the better," snarled Ron. "D'you know what I think? He was in such a foul temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin."

"There's something else," said Harry, watching Hermione tearing bundles of knotgrass and throwing them into the potion. "Dobby came to visit me in the middle of the night."

Ron and Hermione looked up, amazed.

"He did?" asked Eva surprized. Harry nodded.

Harry told them everything Dobby had told him—or hadn't told him. Eva, Hermione and Ron listened with their mouths open.