February 26, 1994- Julia's POV

It had been another long day at the library for me, I had finally finished my cousin's and I's homework and was reading my potions textbook on my way up the stairs for some extra studying when I heard someone… crying? I closed the book and began to walk faster until I reached the landing, what I saw froze me in my tracks.

I couldn't believe it… Allison was standing there in front of the Ravenclaw common room crying….

It took me a few moments to realize what I was witnessing, but when I finally gathered my thoughts, I set down everything I was holding, put aside my hurt feelings from the potion, and hugged Allison.

I'm not sure how long we sat like that, but after a long while, Allison calmed down enough to get out the words between her somewhat quieter sobs, "He…hurt…stay…?"

I assumed that the "he" was Fred and that he had hurt Allison beyond my comprehension for her to have been crying here waiting for me. With a sigh I helped Allison to her feet and quickly picked up my things, thankful that Allison wasn't in so much shock that she couldn't help carry some of my heavy load. I quickly answered the door's riddle and lead Allison through a deserted common room upstairs to my room.

For once glad that my roommates had moved out, I led Allison over to the bed pulled down the covers and tucked her into bed.

'Why was she wearing her pajamas?' I wondered curiously before I shrugged and headed into the bathroom to get ready for tomorrow's classes.

February 27, 1994

I didn't make her come down with me to class, but I sneak her up some breakfast before I left her sleeping form to head off to History of Magic. I was in a rather pensive state for the rest of the day as I neglected to take any notes in Binns class do to my wondering what had occurred last night to make Allison so upset. How had Fred hurt her? Maybe they had had a fight? The bell rang just as I began to take notes, I let out a sigh I had only finished half of the page…. We were released for lunch and since Allison probably wasn't in the mood to talk I started doing my assigned History of Magic essay early just as I wrote my name on the top right of the page the daily gossip began its overview on all of the latest topics at the school. Maybe they had some idea about what had happened last night?

"Did you notice that Allison wasn't with Fred and George today?" whispered a third year Ravenclaw as she passed by my spot at the end of the table to reach her seat at the opposite side.

"Of course, it's so odd to see them walking alone. Where do you think she is?" her friend whispered back.

"She's probably sleeping in or something, you know Allison she was most likely up pranking last night or something." The first friend replied knowledgably. Perhaps she was right, Flich's cat had been found this morning with a hot pink fur color and a ridiculous giant frilly bow that dragged around on the floor behind her when she walked. Maybe something had happened during the prank that had upset Allison?

"Yeah, your right. So how cute was…"

I headed off to the library once lunch ended and started on my cousins' work, having finished my own already. Once again I overheard gossip that had something to do with Allison and her friends.

"Have you heard what happened to Lee?" A blonde fifth year Hufflepuff hissed as she dug through the shelf of books behind me.

"No, what happened?" her friend replied under her breath as she pulled out a book titled 'Water Plants of the Loch'.

"Well, I was actually hoping you knew. He's in the hospital wing, but no one I've talked to knows why he's there! The secrecy is killing me."

"Oh. My. Goodness. That I wonder if he was attacked by the Dementors? Do you remember that Quiditch match when Harry…"

They walked out of hearing range letting me focus on the homework I needed to finish. History? Finished. Herbology? Finished that yesterday. Potions…I hate my lazy cousins.

After another two hours or so, I go down to get some food from the kitchen. Allison needed to eat after all and to be quite honest I felt bad that I had left her in the room the whole day without lunch. I decided to make it up to her by bringing in some sweets.

Heading back to my room with food for Allison, I hear more whispered words about where Allison had disappeared to, why Lee was in the hospital wing, and Buckbeak future execution. 'Poor Hagrid.' I sighed to myself

Getting back to the room, I almost drop the food at the sight of Allison. She's leaning against the head of her bed with limp, messy black hair and dull, green, sunken in eyes. Her skin is pale and she isn't focused on anything, she's past staring into space, she's just dead-like. And breakfast is still on the side table.

"Allison?...Allison, please eat okay?...Allison? You need to eat something…Will you eat if I go away?" I try to persuade her as I put the plate of cookies next to her breakfast. She turns towards me with the same un-seeing stare and I take this as a "yes." I take a book on my way out with the hope that Allison will eat something.

I sit on the common room couch reading in front of the fire and can't but notice that as my fellow Ravenclaws arrive, their chatter becomes whispers or stops all together at the sight of me. I endure their silent treatment for a few more hours before I start falling asleep.

Quietly slipping into my room, I relax as relief flows over me at the sight of an empty plate and a sleeping Allison. But the relaxation stops at the realization of fresh tears on her checks. Crawling into my own bed I only hope tomorrow will be better.

Waking up with the sunshine gives me new hope for Allison, but after getting breakfast in the Great Hall early and collecting some food for her, I see Allison in the same state as yesterday evening.

"Allison?" Silence. "Allison?" Still no acknowledgement. "I'm going to classes, but please eat breakfast? Please, Allison," I beg as I gather my books for class.

Thankful that teachers also tend to look over me as long as I stay quiet and take notes, I think about what might have happened two days ago. Fred and Allison had broken up, that much is apparent, even the people I pass in the halls are saying that Allison and Fred not being close to each other can't be anything but a break up. But what made Allison go into such a deep depression? Fred wouldn't cheat, but there was no other explanation! Unless he dumped her for another girl…Nah, they're too good of a couple. No one belonged together as much as those two.

Being distracted by these thoughts, I fall into autopilot for the second time this week! I realize that I'm packing up and walking out into the flood of people, but when I find myself on the way to the Great Hall I'm shocked my feet took me that way. I didn't want to go to dinner at the Great Hall! Although accepting the fact that I'll be eating with my cousins tonight, I drag my feet on the way over to the stinkin' Slytherin table. In doing so, I overhear the Gryffindor's.

"No one has seen Allie in almost two days! According to Angelina she wasn't in her room last night and nobody has seen her in any of her classes!" It was a second year Gryffindor, Collin Creevy, who had spoken.

"I asked Fred and George and they don't know either!" The twins younger sister replied, "Both of them look so worried, and they swear they have no idea what happened to her!"

"Did you notice how worried McGonagall looked in class? She must be the most worried about…" Collin replied under his breath as Fred and George entered the great hall, worry stretched across both of their faces.

I was almost disappointed I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation. Fred's attitude had surprised me as well! They've been friends since first year; you would think that he would at least give some information on what had happened! Before I could tarry on the subject any longer, I got pulled roughly down onto the Slytherin bench.

"You finish that Herbology homework yet?" a harsh and unfortunately familiar voice asks. I silently pull the papers out of my bag and hand the homework to my ungrateful cousin. Turning to eat dinner, I become the center of attention for all their teasing and nagging about homework for a moment before they answer their hungers loud calls once again.

I rush through dinner as fast as possible without gathering attention and grab some food for Allison on my way out, making the decision to do homework in my room and away from people. On the way past the Gryffindor table again I catch a glimpse of the twins. The rumors were right about them. George wasn't talking and laughing as usual, he didn't even have a half-smile on his face! He was silently picking at his food with sadness emanating from his posture and eyes almost screamed depression (though not as bad as Allison's). Fred on the other hand, looked heartbroken. I almost stopped in my tracks at this new incite, but as Fred's head started to turn to face me I quickly walked the rest of the way to Allison.

In the haven of my room, I set the chicken platter in front of Allison and sit on the floor at the foot of my bed. Getting out my homework (and my cousins work) I become completely immersed in the essay, wanting nothing more than to get this boat load of work done. I hate to admit it, but when I work on homework I forget what's happening around me, I even forgot about poor Allison.

It took me only an hour to finish my homework; I smile in relief and look up, startled for a moment when I see Allison. I become disappointed when I notice that she is in the same position with the same dead eyes and the food still in front of her. I knew begging wouldn't work, so I got ready for bed hoping that when I wasn't looking, Allison would eat.

February 28, 1994

Waking up brought the thought, 'This is Allison's third day of being cooped up in my room, maybe she should go to classes?' But I couldn't bring myself to wake her up. Picking up the plate I gave her yesterday, I notice that the streaks of sauce are all off one side of the plate. So, either one: she's shoveling the food into her mouth, or two: Allison is scraping her plates off somewhere. I seriously doubt the first since only the old, happy Allison would do that. A look into the garbage finds no food, but a look out the window shows that food is indeed being dumped all over the side of the tower. 'At least she moves, right?' I convince myself it's okay if she still doesn't go to class. 'I'll give her the rest of the week, it is Friday after all.'

Satisfied with my choice and a promise to myself to make sure she eats dinner; I go to the Great Hall for breakfast.

One of the first ones there, again, I choose a spot at the Ravenclaw table as close to where The Twins sit as possible. I take my time eating in order to see if I can get any more clues about what happened with Fred and Allison, I was only more curious after seeing Fred looking upset yesterday.

I don't have to wait long before the Great Hall starts filling with people. I feel a sense of satisfaction seeing all the shocked and confused faces of my fellow Ravenclaw's seeing me back at "their" table and not even at the end like I was at the beginning of the year.

However, this satisfaction fades when I heard the new rumors concerning Allison.

"I heard her prank was so bad that even being McGonagall's niece didn't save her from being expelled."

"No way, all she did was dye pink! That wouldn't expel her! Allison was so distraught about the break up that she threw herself off the Astronomy tower. Your story is just the cover up."

"You're both wrong, from what I've heard McGonagall is starting a school-wide search. I heard they're going to comb the forbidden forest first to check if the dementors got her."

I choke on my pumpkin juice at these stories and cough up a storm on my out, trying to get away from the awful rumors. Going out, I see Fred and George on the stairs probably going to breakfast. Both of them looked the same as they had yesterday.

On my rushed way past them I hear George softly call my name before I round a corner. Bursting into my room after running all the way up I realized that I had half believed those rumors. I hug Allison, not caring that she was still in a zombie state or that I knew she wasn't eating, just grateful that she was still in my room, safe. Allison's arm twitches as if it wants to hug me back but can't find the strength.

Pulling back from the hug, I find Allison staring at me with a blank expression on her face. I smile at Allison and offer a half eaten roll that I still had in my hand in the rush up. Her eyes flick towards the roll and I couldn't help but see the slightest hint of her old fire, she wasn't going to eat anything that I had had my mouth on.

With a sigh I rip off a piece of the bread and put it into Allison's halfway gaping mouth. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding as she chews the bread and swallows it down. A few minutes later I finish feeding her the roll, thanking anything and everything that Allison is eating even a measly half a honey-soaked roll. Hopefully she won't throw it up.

We sit there in companionable silence for a few more minutes before I reluctantly look at my watch. "Holy crapolla!" I exclaim, jumping up and rushing around the room like a mad woman to gather up my stuff and rush out the door, swearing I see a hint of a smile on Allison's face.

Halfway to Herbology I find people from my class walking different directions and I figure that I missed it. Oops. Turning on my heel, I heard towards Transfiguration instead. McGonagall's voice cracks while giving us instructions, and then she tells us to practice for the rest of class. While turning goblets into bread might sound fun, it's not when you mastered it a year and a half ago. I turn the goblet into bread and back again several times before getting out my book. I don't think McGonagall noticed.

After the boring Transfiguration class, I put my book away and start heading out, but George stops me. 'At least he didn't drag me this time.'

"Julia? Please come here," McGonagall requests from her desk and George follows closely behind me, making me curious…

"Julia. Will you please tell me where my niece is?" McGonagall pleads.

"We all ready know she's in the Ravenclaw dorms. Have you seen her?" George asks quietly.

"Allison has been staying with me," I inform them quieter.

"Oh thank the stars!" McGonagall cried. George also had a look of relief even though he said they knew she was with the Ravenclaw's…

'Wait how had they known that in the first place?' I wondered

"I was so worried! What has she been doing?"

"Sleeping and staring at nothing for the last couple days…You could some see her…"

"Yes. Yes, let's do that," McGonagall says getting up swiftly from her chair to follow me out of the room.

George follows as well as I lead Professor McGonagall up into the Ravenclaw common room. I hesitate before I open the door, knowing how they will inevitably react to the sight of the distraught Allison. When I push open the door, McGonagall gasps and George just stares at her as if he's in a daze.

Allison is still pale, but I notice that she's getting back a little color. She hasn't done anything but sit there, so her black hair is matted and still bed-head-like. Her green eyes are still lacking the constant mischievous glint, but not dead looking any more—I'm not sure how McGonagall would have taken that—and are sunken in, probably from lack of sleep.

McGonagall runs to her niece tears streaking down her face as she pulls Allison into a tight hug. Allison remains impassive and doesn't hug her back.

"She's doing a lot better today. I managed to get her to eat a little this morning, but I didn't think she was ready to go to classes yet," I say just above McGonagall's quieting sobs.

"Well," McGonagall says, getting a hold of herself, "it's time to go back to the Gryffindor common room. George, come help me support her."

"No," Allison croaks before George can take a step, and I almost dance at the sound of her first word in three days! "Stay here?" Allison turns her head slowly and looks at her Aunt. "Please?"

McGonagall sighs, probably from want to keep a closer eye on her niece but not able to deny her in this desperate state."I'll see what I can do, dear." Turning to us, she beacons for us to leave. I give Allison a big smile and follow McGonagall and George practically floating on air because of my happiness of Allison's progress. 'She'll be back to her old self in no time,' I hope optimistically.

In McGonagall's office, she paces while George and I wait patiently for her instruction.

"Allison can stay with you, Julia, but who else is in that room?" McGonagall finally asks.

"Only me, Professor," I reluctantly tell her. She looks shocked.

"What happened to your roommates? Don't you have any?"

"Well…I used to. After I was sorted in Dumbledore's office, Professor Flitwick led me to the common room," I explain slowly, conscious of George staring as he took in every word. "He introduced me to all the Ravenclaw's, obviously using my full name. I heard some of them gasp and after I was shown my room, Professor Flitwick told them to welcome me and left." I pause and look at McGonagall's growing look of pity. I quickly look away. I don't need any pity. "Anyway, they looked awkward and made a half-hearted effort to include me in their conversations, but I could tell that they didn't want me there. I went to sleep to the sound of them talking and laughing and woke up to the sound of them sneaking out in the middle of the night with everything they had. Now it's just me and Allison." I glance at George through the corner of my eye and take in the look of shock and pity before looking at McGonagall, silently pleading with her to move on.

"Well….Then I think I will let Allison stay there until further notice. I'll talk with Flitwick. I would also like to see if you couldn't convince Allison to go back to classes on Monday. I'm confident that you can catch her up. On Monday you will get a new schedule, you will share all of Allison's classes. Is that alright?"

I couldn't think of a happier moment in my life! Only a few classes will be shared with my fellow Ravenclaws, and even fewer with my cousins! Of course I wasn't going to tell McGonagall this, but I couldn't suppress a small smile as I nodded my compliance.

"Wonderful. I'll talk to Flitwick and Dumbledore, you two head off to whatever classes you are in."

"Yes, Professor," George and I say in sync, but with George's voice easily drowning out my own.

I grab my stuff and leave the room, all ready down the hall by the time I hear my name, but I don't look back at George.

That evening, I make sure to get a few rolls with Allison's dinner, hoping that if nothing else she'll eat those. I try not to get too excited in case Allison has taken another turn for the worst. I needn't have worried, though. Allison was sitting at the window looking out with a small smile. She looked over as I came in and croaked out "Hey, Julia." Her voice was rough from disuse, but it was the best sound I had heard in a longtime.

A/N

Before I say anything else I'd like to say thank you to Carro for writing the majority of this chapter! :D I'd also like to say to those who have already guessed what had happened in the previous chapter if you would like to make anymore guesses based on the hints in this one? Hmmm…? …Anyone? Anyone..? The first person to guess correctly gets an imaginary butterbeer! :D

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Disclaimer: No, I'm not JK Rowling, neither is Carro, we're just a couple of sophomores XD