Evie strummed her fingers on the edge of the couch cushion, her eyes focused on the peeling wallpaper on the above her. It had been almost a week trapped in this dusty house with her foot bandaged and raised on a flimsy pillow. She did not like having to sit here constantly as if she were an invalid. Sure a piece of glass had gone through her foot, but what was the big deal? Hermione wouldn't let her walk around or do anything around the house. She was starting to go mad. The fact that the food was far from appetizing was not helping the situation either. Not to mention the fact that she was without her precious violin. If there was anything that was certain to calm her, it was her violin. Without it, she had nothing to occupy her thoughts and that was proven to be extremely dangerous.

She groaned loudly out of annoyance and slammed her fists against the couch.

"I'm bored!" She called out. Silence was her only response. "Come on you guys, I'm about to lose my fucking mind!"

Evie suddenly heard footsteps and listened carefully as she waited for the mysterious person to peer over her. Luckily, it was the last person that she expected.

"Hello Ron!" She exclaimed happily. He peered down with her, letting out a heavy sigh with his hands on his hips.

"Hermione told me to tell you to stop screaming. If you keep screaming, somebody is going to find out that we're here and we're going to get killed." Evie narrowed her eyes.

"Well maybe if I had something to entertain myself, I wouldn't be screaming!" She exclaimed, her voice at only half volume. It was a threat that if somebody didn't entertain her, she would keep screaming. Ron closed his eyes, sighing again.

"Would you be quiet if I told you that I had a headache?" He asked. Evie smirked slightly.

"Nope." She said with a little giggle. It was either from actually having fun or she was going insane. Ron shook his head and walked away with his lips pursed together. Evie whimpered slightly as she was left alone once again. They couldn't just ditch her here to sit around and do nothing. That was just cruel.

Evie sighed heavily and turned her head to stare out the window to watch the clouds slowly pass in the sky. This was probably the best way to occupy her time…maybe she could even look for shapes in the clouds. Oh God who was she kidding? This was absolute torture.

Her ears suddenly perked up when she heard the front door open and then slam shut. To her knowledge, nobody had left the house. The slow and unfamiliar footsteps made her panic. She drew her wand from her pocket, propping herself up on her elbows and holding it towards the living room doorway. Her heart was racing as the mysterious person finally came into her view. She let out a frustrated sigh, thrusting her wand back into her pocket.

"Remus, don't scare me like that! What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked angrily. Her godfather looked at her with a confused expression on his face. The three other occupants of the dusty house suddenly came rushing from wherever they were and warmly greeted their old professor. Remus took a seat next to Evie, rustling her hair.

"What did you do?" He asked, referring to her perfectly bandaged foot.

"My shoe broke and I stepped on a piece of glass in the middle of the street."

"You should probably try walking around on it to see if the muscles have healed." Hermione told her, before quickly inquiring if anybody wanted tea. Harry and Ron both violently shook their heads, knowing that not only couldn't Hermione cook, she couldn't even make a good cup of tea. Based on the two boy's reaction, Remus also turned down the tea.

"So, what are you doing here?" Evie asked, leaning back against the arm of the old couch.

"I came to stay for a few days." He said happily. Both Potter children instantly picked on something odd in his voice.

"Didn't you and Tonks just get married?" Harry asked. Evie quickly nodded.

"Yeah, I remember being extremely insulted that I wasn't invited…I had the cutest dress picked out and everything." She crossed her arms and pouted in her spot. Remus chuckled, but there was something sad about his laughter.

"The wedding was quick." He told her.

"Then why did you leave?" Evie asked her. All eyes focused in on Remus as he actually began to sweat from the pressure.

"She's pregnant."

"That's good!" Evie exclaimed. "Babies are good…don't you know that?" Remus sighed, looking away from Evie's focused gaze. Instead, his eyes went to Harry.

"She doesn't know about me?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Harry nodded while Evie furrowed her brow together.

"What are you talking about?"

"Evie…I have a…condition that I could pass on to my child." He said nervously.

"It can't be that bad." She muttered. "I mean…it's not like you're a werewolf or something ridiculous like that." She started to laugh, but got very uneasy when nobody started to laugh with her. "Is…is that it…are you really a werewolf?"

"Of sorts, yes…" He said. Evie's eyes nearly fell out of her head. She suddenly pulled herself together and couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

"This is really nothing to laugh at." Hermione reminded her. "It's a very painful process for somebody to transform into a werewolf." Evie shook her head.

"No, it's just that one of my ex-boyfriends wanted nothing more than to be a werewolf…I really enjoy irony…" She sighed before turning back to Remus. "You can't be serious." She stated simply.

"I am…and I'm afraid to pass it to my child." Evie bit her lower lip, running a hand through her hair.

"Wow…I guess it's a good reason not to have children…" Remus nodded.

"Now you see my point."

"But that's no reason to leave Tonks. You can't leave a woman when she's pregnant. For God sakes, she's emotional enough without her husband leaving her. You have to go back." Remus quickly shook his head.

"What if it's a werewolf?" He asked nervously. "I know how hard it is to be a werewolf…they might have to put it up with it for the rest of their lives."

"Then you have to be there to help him…or her." Evie sighed, glancing off to the side. "Wouldn't it be a sight if it were a girl?" She asked mostly to herself.

"You have to go back." Harry said forcefully. "You can't leave Tonks or you baby, especially not now." Evie glanced over at him with her face blank. There was something newly mature about him and Evie greatly appreciated it. "Stop acting so childish and be a man. You have responsibilities now so suck it up." The mature side quickly went to being cruel and mean.

"Harry…"

"I'm tired of everybody being scared!" He exclaimed. "If anybody should be scared, it should be me and Evie. We're the ones that are planning to be killed."

"We're all scared." Remus told him. "You forget that all of us will have to fight to keep you safe so that you can kill You-Know-Who." Harry abruptly stood from his seat, knocking the apulstered chair to the floor. Evie feared the worse; she could see the anger flaming in Harry's eyes. Without a word, he disappeared from the room and stomped up the stairs. She sighed, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

"It's hard for us all." She muttered. Remus shook off Harry's angry words and got up to go to the entrance hall.

"I brought something for you that will hopefully ease the pain." When he reemerged from the entrance hall, Evie clamped her hands over her mouth to hold back a loud scream.

"My violin…oh my God my violin!" Remus chuckled.

"I thought that this would make you happy." He placed the case in her lap. All Evie could do was hug the case to her chest, letting out a happy sigh.

"Thank you so much." Remus smirked slightly, sitting back down in his chair.

"At least one of you should be happy." He muttered. Evie looked up at him, the smile suddenly disappearing from her face.

"My violin will not make me happy, it will keep me sane."