A/N Hey, this is my first story, because I've finally decided to publish something, so let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling, Fred wouldn't have died. So nope, not her.

I woke panting, cold sweat coating my body. Today was the house cup championships, and of course I'd had a nightmare about it, as was the tradition from my first year of joining the Griffindor Quidditch team. This one entailed my robes being set on fire, resulting in me failing to score and losing us the entire game. Angelina then punched me in the face and I fell off my broom, at which point I awoke.

I shook my head to rid myself of these images. Angelina wasn't even here, she'd graduated last year. I sighed. Harry and I were the only remaining players from the team that won the house cup for the first time in years.

Everyone else was off living their grown up lives. Oliver was playing for Puddlemore United, Alicia had shocked everyone in her decision to become an auror, the twins had their shop, and Ange was all shacked up with Fred, having finally accepted that she loved the bloke despite his immature, reckless, idiotic behaviour.

I looked to me left and groaned. 5:00, five hours until the game. I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep now, I figured I might as well shower and go down to breakfast, not that I'd be eating much. I felt naseous.

This was my last year at Hogwarts, despite my having missed a good portion of the year to that bloody necklace. I shuddered. I'd still not come to terms with the fact that I nearly died, and I didn't I'd be able to any time soon. I couldn't remember anything, exceptfor that immeasurable pain I'd felt when I'd been unconsious, the darkness threatening to swallow me whole. I still remember when I had finally opened my eyes.

"Her finger just twitched!"

"Jeffrey dear, you're exausted. You keep claiming to see her move, but she hasn't woken up yet. The healers say she might be able to hear you. Just give her time, she'll come back to us when she's ready."

"I'm telling you Lucille, her finger moved. See, there it is again! Katie! Katie sweetheart can you hear me?"

A small moan of pain escaped my lips. "Dad?"

"Katie pie! Oh honey, you're okay! We've been so worried!" My mother sobbed.

"What happened? I can't remember anything, not since Hogsmeade."

"Sombody imperiosed you, and gave you a cursed naecklace. They wanted you to give it to someone, someone they're trying to kill. But Leanne, she knew something was wrong, she tried to take the package from you, and it ripped, and - Oh Katie!" My father broke off, a pained look upon his face.

"It touched you, in a little hole in your glove. Dumbledore sys that if you're skin had come into contact with it any more, you would've... you wouldn't have been okay."

I swallowed, my stomach feeling like it was filled with lead.

"Well," I whispered, "Good thing it didn't. How long was I out for?"

My mum's turned downward as they filled with tears.

"Five months." She whispered.

I sucked in a sharp breath. Five months? I'd been in that awful place for five months? It somewhat made sense, I supposed, considering there was no possible way to keep track of the time there, the blackness just swirling around me for long periods before I sunk into nothingness again.

"Well shit." I whispered. "How many quidditch games have I missed?"

I heard a loud snort come from the doorway as two of my four brothers walked into my hospital room.

"She wakes up after a five month coma and one of the first things she asks about is quidditch...She takes after her wonderful brothers if I'm not mistaken. We're so proud." My brother Leo grinned at me, relief hidden behind the gentle teasing.

"Actually dear brother I think it's just me. You're rubbish at quidditch." My other brother Tom smirked.

"Oh I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over my star beater of the year award three times running."

"You play for the Chudley Cannons, that's hardly somethingt to brag about. I however, am a seeker, and everyone knows they're the most important players."

"If you call scrawny little punks looking for a shiny ball important..."

"Good to see you two guys. What's that? How am I feeling? Well, I'm kind of stiff considering I've been in a coma for five months because of a cursed necklace, no big deal though. You just keep arguing about whether the Tornados or the Cannons are better, it's fine."

They both grinned guiltily, and embraced me in bone crushing hugs.

"Sorry midget. We're glad you're awake. It been bloody boring without our biggest fan around to cheer us on."

"Yes well, soon you two old men will be the one's cheering me on when I'm a professional quidditch player. Although I suppose missing a bunch of games when there's potential scouts out won't get me signed..."

"Balderdash!" Leo yelled. "I'll be playing untill I'm sixty, and the ladies will still love me. I'll never be old."

I laughed, and it hurt my ribcage, but I found myself not caring, simply glad to be awake, alive, and in the presence of my family. Well, most of it.

"Where are John and Jack?" I asked.

"Well dear, Jack's off in Romania with his new fiance, and Johnathan's been working very hard what with the fact that You-Know-Who is back and all." My mother shuddered, probably thinking of how her oldest baby boy was risking his life every day fighting the most evil man in the world.

I nearly spit out the water my father had just handed me.

"Jack's engaged?" I yelled. "To who?"

Leo smiled indulgently.

"Remember how he ran off to Romania to work with dragons? Well, he ended up falling for Charlie Weasley! They've been engaged for about a month, and from what I here, couldn't be happier. No date set yet though, I think they're planning on after Charlie's brother Bill marries that hot french chick."

Wow, I'd really missed a lot. I smiled, thinking of how hard it must have been for Jack, growing up gay in the wizarding world, which tended to be frowned upon.

"When can I go back to school? I can't miss any more practices, It's my last year, we have to win the cup!"

I smiled at the memory while heading down the stairs to the common room. I thought it was empty due to the early hour, but I was mistaken.

Harry Potter paced back and forth, muttering what sounded like plays to himself, probably trying to memorise them, despite the fact that he'd be missing the entire game because Sanpe had given him detention, the reason for which I did not know.

"Hey Harry, " I attempted to smile, but I think it came out more as a grimace.

He didn't seem to mind though, as he grimaced back at me.

"Katie, don't forget that rolling move you've mastered, in case the quaffle-"

"Harry relax, it's going to be fine. you should worry more about Ron, I'm sure his nerves are incapacitating him. I'm going to go eat some breakfast."