I Do Not Own Harry Potter.

Eva did not have the benefit of a notice-board in her rooms, so she did not see announcements about school activities. She had heard about the second Hogsmeade trip from Neville in Potions.

"It's in two weeks. I'm surprised that it's so close to the last one. They don't usually put them so close together."

"Are you complaining?" she asked him.

"Not at all," he said.

They continued work of the Polyjuice Potion that they had been assigned the week before. It was going to take them the whole month to finish it, but to fill the times when they would have nothing to do, Professor Snape had them researching ingredients for antidotes for various poisons. This was what Eva and Neville were doing at the moment.

Eva pushed the book she was using towards Neville and got as close to him as possible. Professor Snape was walking amongst the students and checking on their potions. She did not want him to hear what she was about to say.

"I have a plan to get Hermione and Ron together. And I think I can use the Hogsmeade weekend to do it."

Neville smiled at her. She had a gleam in her eye that was definitely Slytherin. Had it been anyone else looking at him like that he would have been scared, but he knew Eva well enough to know that she was just being mischievous, not hurtful. "What's the plan?"

Eva spent the next fifteen minutes outlining the whole day to Neville. When she was done she looked him in the eye and asked, "Do you think it will work?"

"I'm positive. I'm surprised that no one else ever thought of it."

"Probably because you lot have not had a Slytherin friend before."

"Is there a reason you two are breathing each other's air?" asked Professor Snape.

"We were just studying the ingredients for our antidote," said Neville, he was probably as surprised at his response as was Professor Snape.

"Please do step a little away from Miss Nocturino, Longbottom. I'm sure she does not appreciate having you breathing down her neck."

She returned to studying the text in front of her and bit back her remark of "No, it's just you I don't want breathing down my neck." That was how they spent the rest of the class period.

On their way out, she grabbed Neville's robe and motioned towards Harry. Neville quickly fell into step with the trio of Gryffindors and pulled Harry to the side. He quickly explained Eva's plan to him and was on his way. Harry had agreed to ask Hermione to Hogsmeade and now it was Neville's task to convince Ron that Eva would go with him if he asked.

Eva waited the whole day for Ron to ask her to Hogsmeade. She knew that Draco would try and ask her, so she had spent the day avoiding him. That was a job within itself, as he seemed to know just where she was at every hour of the day. Finally, at dinner, she walked into the Great Hall and went straight to the Gryffindor table. She had realized during the day that Ron must be nervous about asking her, so she would put herself in a position where he was comfortable: his House table.

"Hello, everyone," said Eva as she sat in between Ron and Neville.

She filled her plate with food and began talking to the Gryffindors around her. Dean and Seamus began to talk to her in a more congenial way; she thanked her lucky stars that she'd had the party, it was much easier to eat with them if they all got along.

Ron waited until they served desert to turn to Eva with a beet red face. "Eva," he said, and his voice cracked.

She schooled her face into a calm expression, trying hard not to smile at the adorable picture he made. He was blushing furiously and shifting in his seat as if he had ants in his pants. "Yes, Ron."
"DyouwannagotoHogsmeadewithme?" he blurted out.

Dean and Seamus were chuckling on the other side of the table and Hermione was fuming next to him.

"I'm sorry?" Now she knew where Harry got his habit.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?" he asked again. "I understand if you don't want to go with me. I'm sure there are a ton of guys who are dying to ask you. I just thought-"

"Ron!"

The boy stopped his rambling and looked at her uncertainly. He was so cute when he was nervous, she thought. "I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you."

"You would?"

"Yes, I'll meet you in the Entrance Hall at seven. Is that all right?"

"That's great!" He turned back to his food and happily finished his desert.

Eva winked at Neville and tucked into her treacle tart. She loved her little ideas. She loved having friends to use them on even more than that.

The two weeks leading to the Hogsmeade weekend flew by far too fast for Eva. She was amazed at the amount of homework that had piled up on her since the last outing. Her detention with Dumbledore was a lot more pleasant than she thought detention could be. He'd had her doing some training in her wandless magic and healing. It was nice to have someone who reminded her of her grandfather's tutoring. She had started a tentative relationship with Professor Snape and they seemed to be getting accustomed to each other.

She reached the Entrance Hall five minutes late to find a very nervous Ron waiting for her.
"Sorry I'm late. I couldn't find something warm enough to wear."

Since Eva had left the Manor in such a hurry she had no winter clothing with her. Even though Dumbledore himself had gone to the Manor and ordered the house elves to pack her trunk for her, unfortunately, they had forgotten to pack her winter cloak and some warmer clothes. She guessed they thought her trip would only last a month or so.

"I could get you one of my jumpers if you need it," offered Ron.

"That's okay, Ron. I think I'll be alright."

"I hope you don't mind, I asked Harry and Hermione to go with us."

"Really?" Eva thought it was perfect. It would give her little idea just what it needed. "That's great. It'll be like a double-date."

Harry and Hermione walked down the stairs hand-in-hand. Eva copied the gesture and Ron beamed at her. All four of them joined the queue to get out of the door.

The walk to Hogsmeade was not as tense as Eva thought it would be. She had expected Hermione to jump down her throat as soon as she saw Eva hold Ron's hand. Hermione was surprisingly cool towards the whole thing. That is, except for when Harry would whisper something in her ear and make her giggle.

Eva found herself becoming jealous of the way he was treating her. She shook her head a few times to remind herself that this arrangement had been her idea and that Harry was just doing what she had asked him to do. She watched Ron every time Harry would make Hermione giggle and liked the fact that he would scowl. Her plan was going just the way she expected it would.

Eva was an affectionate person, but not overly so. She liked being touched, but had rarely been the one to initiate the contact. This was a different situation, though, and desperate times called for desperate measures. She moved closer to Ron as they entered the town.

He looked down at her in surprise. "I'm colder than I thought," was all she said in explanation. He smiled and put his arm around her shoulders.

They walked around town and Eva saw a store named Madame Malkin's. She had seen that store at Diagon Alley and knew it to be a tailor's. "Let's go in there. I need a winter cloak."

The group walked into the shop and was delighted to see the fire was lit. The trio of Gryffindors walked right up to it to warm themselves and Eva went straight to the counter. She rang the little bell on the wooden surface and waited to see if anyone would come to help her.

An older woman came out of the back of the shop. "How may I help you, young Miss?"

"I need a winter cloak. Do you have anything in night-sky blue?"

"Yes, we have quite a selection of winter cloaks." The old woman waved her wand and a rack appeared with at least fifty different cloaks all of the same color. "What kind of lining would you like?"

"Mink, please. And as thick as possible. I'm terribly sensitive to the cold."

Ron had walked over to her and was standing behind her. He looked a bit uncomfortable. Eva was sure it was because of the nature of her purchase. "I don't usually do this. It's just that I know I can't go to the Manor and get my things. I don't really like shopping. I just go and get what I need. Mum's the one that likes to look at every single thing before picking the first thing she looked at."

Ron nodded. Eva leaned back into him a little, hoping to make him feel a bit better. The woman came back out from the back of the store. "I didn't think we had this one, but I found it. Try it on and see if it fits."

Eva took the dark colored cloak and put it on. She instantly felt warmer. The inside was of the softest mink and she knew it had to be at least two layers to make her feel this warm. "Mmmm, perfect! I'll take it." She walked over to the till with the woman and paid for the cloak. "You wouldn't happen to have Muggle clothes?" she asked after finishing the transaction.

"I don't usually carry any, but I can find anything you'd like. I even have some 'catlogs' or some such thing, that Muggles use to get clothes."

"You have catalogues?!" Eva asked excitedly. She turned to Ron and smiled. "I lied. I do love shopping, but I do it in the comfort of my chair at home. Muggles have these things called 'catalogues' and you can order just about anything from them. It's really great! You just have them sent to your house and you can order anything!"

The old woman brought out three huge books from behind the counter and scooted them across to Eva. She reduced them so that they would fit in her new cloak's pocket and then turned to the trio.

"Okay, I'm done."

They headed out into the cold again. This time Eva was comfortably warm, but she still snuggled into Ron's side.

Hermione was glaring at Eva as if she had just declared herself to be a Death Eater. Harry whispered something in her ear and she giggled again. Hermione had no idea why Harry was being so flirtatious today, but she did not mind. She liked the attention.

Ron looked over at the pair and gave them a disgusted look. "Get a room."

They headed towards Honeydukes next. Ron wanted to get Eva some sweets, as he knew that she was addicted to sugar. He got her a dozen chocolate frogs and some Fizzing Whizbees, which she had never had before. She got him a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and laughed when he got one that tasted like grass. He handed her the box and wished her luck. She pulled one out and put it in her mouth. "Buttered Popcorn," she said.

"How did you do that?" he asked. "I always get a horrible tasting one on my first try."

"Here let me pick for you," said Eva. She looked through the box and picked one out that she knew would taste like cotton candy. "Close your eyes."

Ron gave her a doubtful look.

"I promise it's a good one."

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. She plopped the candy into his mouth and he chewed it. The cotton candy flavor filled his mouth and he smiled, his eyes still closed. Eva made sure that Hermione was looking at them and placed a kiss on his cheek. His eyes shot wide open and Hermione looked like she was about to choke the life out of Eva. She began a slow, purposeful walk towards the pair that was now giggling at each other.

Harry knew that he had to do something quickly before Hermione hexed Eva or worse. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close. He did the first thing that came to mind. He'd not had too much experience with kissing, but he knew the basics. Practice did make perfect and he figured now was as good a time as any. Hermione made a small squeal of surprise, but quickly found that she liked the feel of Harry's lips on hers, even if she did wish that he were Ron.

Ron turned towards Hermione's squeal and he saw red. He couldn't believe Harry would do something like that. He rushed over to them and pulled them apart.

"Ron, No!" yelled Eva as she saw Ron pull his fist back. He obviously didn't hear her because his fist landed right on Harry's nose.

The dark-haired boy fell back on the ground. He felt the blood start to trickle down his face and felt an anger he had never felt towards Ron before. Here he was trying to help the git realize that he had feelings for Hermione and he had the nerve to punch him in the nose! Unable to control his emotions, Harry stood up in a flash and hit Ron with a look of pure fury.

Hit was the appropriate word. Ron flew back from where he was standing and landed on top of Dean, Neville and Seamus, who had been watching the whole scene play out. They caught the unconscious Ron and held him between the three of them. Everyone looked at Harry and were surprised to see that he was still looking at Ron like he could commit murder. Hermione had already gone to Ron's side to make sure that he was all right.

Eva quickly went to Harry. She could feel the power coming off of him in waves. She quickly walked into his line of vision, obscuring the target of his anger. "Harry, you have to calm down. Look at me." She took his face in her hands and pulled it as close as possible to her own. "Relax. Hold onto your emotions, but control them."

Harry nodded his head and breathed deeply. It was only moments before the energy in the air lessened considerably.

"That was good. But next time try not to kill your best mate." Eva walked over to where Ron was still being held by Dean, Neville and Seamus. Hermione was giving her a look that would have killed her.

"Don't worry, Hermione, I won't hurt him." Eva held out her hand only to have Hermione smack it out of the way.

Neville intervened for her. "She can help him, Hermione. Really she can."

Eva looked around and saw the crowd that had gathered around them. "I think we had better move him somewhere not so crowded."

The Three Broomsticks was only a few doors away and Eva led them inside there. She paid Madame Rosmerta for the use of one of her rooms and they lugged the unconscious Ron upstairs. Eva was surprised that he was still out cold.

She sat on the bed next to Ron. "Hermione, I need to ask you to let go of his hand." The girl complied, but only after Harry put his hand on her shoulder to reassure her. "I need you all to promise that whatever happens in this room will not leave this room."

"What are you going to do to him?" asked Hermione.

"I'm going to heal him, but no one must know that it was me. Do you promise?" Everyone nodded their heads. Harry and Neville had already seen her do this once before and they were curious to see her do it again. She placed her hand on the middle of Ron's chest and concentrated her entire mind on him.

There was a collective gasp by those present as they saw a white light begin to shine from Eva's hand. Her hair was blowing as if there was a slight breeze in the room, but all the windows were closed. The blood that had been present on Ron's face was gone. He slowly opened his eyes and the white light began to recede. Eva looked up at him and smiled. "Feel better?" she asked.

"What happened?" was all he could think of to ask. Hermione quickly nudged Eva out of the way and sat next to Ron.

"You're welcome," said Eva sarcastically.

She stood up from the bed and walked over to Harry. She took his face in her hands and gently touched his nose; it had swollen considerably since they got in the room. "I'm no doctor, but I think it might be broken." She covered it with her hand and concentrated. Again the white light came from Eva and Harry's blood disappeared from his skin. She opened her eyes and removed her hand. "There, all better." She stood on her toes and kissed his nose.

Dean and Seamus were still looking at Eva with amazed expressions as they all trooped back downstairs. They found a booth in the corner and ordered lunch. Eva ordered the same thing as Harry and he was known for his appetite. The food arrived and Eva tucked in. She finished her plate before anyone else and called Madame Rosemerta for seconds.

"Didn't you eat breakfast?" asked Neville.

"Now that you mention it, no I didn't. But healing takes a lot out of me and I tend to be famished afterwards."

"How did you do that?" asked Dean finally finding his tongue.

"Yeah, did you learn that from someone?" asked Seamus.

Eva looked around to make sure that no one was over hearing their conversation. "You have to promise not to tell anyone." She waited for all of them to nod their heads. "I'm what is called an Energy Healer. It's one of the rarest gifts in the wizarding world. I'm the first one born in over a century."

"Wow," breathed Dean and Seamus at the same time.

"Navitas Integrata," Hermione whispered in an awe struck voice.

"That's the coolest thing I've ever heard of," said Neville.

"Yeah, you're not the one who's doing it, though," snapped Eva.

Harry took her hand under the table and squeezed it. "Why don't you want anyone to know?"

"My Grandfather was the one who made the decision to keep it a secret, really. It's a very dangerous gift to have, and so he does not want too much attention drawn to me. It does have wonderful benefits: I can't remember being sick for more than a couple of days since I started training. But the downside is really bad."

"What's the downside?" asked Ron.

"Well, it's like the name says: Navitas, or Energy, healer. I use my own energy and kind of transfer it to the other person. It helps them speed up their body's own healing process, but it takes a lot out of me." Eva shrugged. "That's really a simplification, but it's pretty much the gist."

Hermione looked at her with curiosity. "What happened to the last Energy Healer?"

Eva looked down at her mug of butterbeer. "She died."

The hand that Harry was holding squeezed his back. "How?" he asked.

"She was in the middle of the war with Grindewald. I think that Dumbledore knew her. She was in the fields, trying to help as many people as she could. She'd been healing for two weeks without stopping. Grandmama told me that she had only stopped once to sleep for two hours and eat a quick meal. She just continued on from town to town and hospital to hospital. She healed the wizards and witches that were fighting before helping the civilians, but she did too much. One day, she was on her way back to London on the Knight Carriage and she just died. She went in her sleep; no one knew until they got to the Ministry of Magic and she didn't get off."

Harry had not let go of her hand and he was now stroking it with his free one.

"So, your gift can kill you?" asked Neville.

"Yes, if I use it too much. That's why you can't tell anyone about it. It's not that I don't want to help people; it's just that I know that I can't do too much healing yet. I don't have that much mastery over my own gift yet. If people found out, I would have swarms of sick witches and wizards at the gates of the Manor everyday, maybe even at the Hogwarts gates. I just wouldn't be able to handle it all."

Madame Rosemerta appeared with Eva's seconds and the girl eagerly tucked in. She was almost done with her pork chops when Ron spoke.

"Eva?"

She looked up at her friend; her look told him he could go on.

"Thank you."

She smiled. "You are very welcome."

The group stayed together for the rest of the day. The only change was that Ron was now holding Hermione around the shoulders and Harry was making Eva giggle. She had wondered what he was telling Hermione that would make her laugh so much. It turned out that he would just whisper 'McGonagall's having an affair with Flitwick,' or some such nonsense. She had to hand it to him; he had a wonderful sense of humor.

The story of what had happened in Hogsmeade reached Hogwarts before the participants did. Professor Snape was standing in the Entrance Hall waiting for Eva.

"You'd better have a good explanation," he said to the group of Gryffindors and Eva.

"Perhaps if we knew what we were expected to explain," said Eva. She'd had a wonderful day and she really didn't feel like having an argument with her father right now.

"Don't get shirty with me, young lady," snapped Professor Snape.

"I'm not getting shirty," said Eva as innocently as she could. "I would just like to know what I did wrong."

"I was told that these two boys were in an altercation with you in the middle of it," said Snape. He shot Harry and Ron evil glares.

"And just how did you know before I even got back?"

"Like I said, I have my ways."

"You have your spies, more like," said Eva under her breath. She had hoped Professor Snape had not heard her, but his hearing was excellent.

"My office, young lady," he ordered.

He swept down the corridor expecting Eva to follow. She sighed and turned to the group of Gryffindors next to her. "Just what I need right now, another argument to drain my energy."

Harry put his hand on her shoulder. "Maybe I should go talk to him and explain what happened. You should go to bed and get some rest."

Eva laughed. "Yeah, you'd explain that you blasted your best friend unconscious in the middle of Hogsmeade and I healed him and your broken nose, which he gave you. I don't think so Harry. Just between you and me, I don't think my dad likes you."

Everyone in the group chuckled at Eva's sarcasm. "I'll be fine, I promise. I'll explain and he'll probably get mad and tell me how irresponsible I am, blah, blah. Go on and rest before dinner. I might just skip it altogether."

Dean and Seamus waved goodbye to her and Ron and Hermione hugged her. She was left with Harry and no one else in the Hall.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" he asked.

"I'm sure, Harry. I would hate for him to lose his temper and then you lose yours. You'd both probably hurt each other and I'd have to heal you all over again."

Harry nodded and looked down at his feet.

Eva smiled. "Not that I mind doing it. It's a great excuse to put my hands on you," she teased.

Harry looked up and blushed. They usually flirted with each other during their training sessions, but not outside of them. It was a bit weird for him. He had very little experience with girls.

"Do I make you nervous when I say things like that?"

"Yeah," he answered.

Eva chuckled. "You're so cute when you're nervous. I'll stop though. I like it when you flirt back, but I know you won't right now. I'll see you tomorrow night?"

"Definitely," breathed Harry.

Eva looked around the Hall and was glad that no one was around. She turned to Harry with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Kiss for good luck?"

Harry smiled back and leaned closer to her. It was amazing how he always felt at ease with her. She seemed to make all thoughts of anything remotely serious fly out of his head. She had a calm and spirit of innocence that he was infinitely attracted to. Probably because those were the two things he had lost some time ago. He felt bad, some times, when he kissed her. Thoughts of his prophecy were always whirling in his head. He would have to face Voldemort sometime in the future, maybe the near future, and he did not want Eva - with all her beauty and freedom - to be caught in the middle of it.

"Mmm, you were thinking about something other than me that time," she told Harry when they parted lips. She could always tell when he was preoccupied with something, especially when they kissed.

"I was just worried about what Snape is going to do," he answered.

Eva looked at him and smiled. "Try lying to me when you have a better grip on Occlumency," she teased. She gave him a quick peck on the lips and whirled around.

Harry watched her go; his heart torn between being sad at their separation and glad that he had been able to kiss her at least once today. He had no idea what he was going to do about this. He really had no one to talk to. Hermione was convinced Eva was some sort of Death Eater in training, which Harry flatly refused to believe. Ron was too infatuated with her to have an objective mind about it. Dumbledore was no good either; as much as Harry loved the man, his speaking in riddles and innuendos was frustrating when you wanted a straight answer. Sirius would have been the most logical choice, but he was no longer with them.

A sigh escaped Harry's lips as he thought about Sirius. He still blamed himself for Sirius' death. If he had not tried to play the hero, maybe his godfather would still be alive. The Black family estate being left to him was no consolation for the countless times that he had gone to his desk to write a letter and realize that there was no one to mail it to, or the moments when he would hear something and automatically think about telling Sirius about it.

Having a girlfriend was definitely something Sirius would have wanted to know about in Harry's life, and something he would have been able to help him with. How do you have a relationship if you don't know if you'll live to see your next birthday?

Some Latin for those who are wondering about Navitas Integrata.
navitas (gnavitas) -atis f. [energy, zeal]
integro -are [to make whole, heal, refresh; to renew, begin afresh].