Hiya everyone! It's me again! Here's the sequel I promised. It starts in the Summer before their fifth year (Order of the Pheonix). It will actually contain Whouffle in it (yay!) and it will hopefully be a more interesting story in general. Please review, favourite and follow. It would be much appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own either of the two amazing worlds or characters.

Chapter 1 - Clara

John paced towards her, with deep passion in his eyes. He took her hand and they ran, they ran as far as they could into the forest, leaving their camping site far behind them. Once they were in the darkness, he took her into his strong arms and looked right into her eyes.

"It was always you, Clara. I only ever wanted you," he whispered, his braking voice making her fluster slightly.

"John, this is silly, we should go back," Clara said, pushing him away from her.

"But we have a chance, Clara. I need you," he said, pulling her towards him again.

"No John. You've had too much Fire whiskey. We're too young for any of this. Come on." She pleaded with him, but he wouldn't let go. His firm grip was on her t-shirt, and she couldn't force him off.

Before she knew it, he was kissing her in every place he could manage.

"John, stop. Stop!" She was shouting now. She was struggling but he held onto her tight. He began slipping his hands under her t-shirt, but that's when she heard a twig snap. She glanced over John's hungry head to see a tall, faceless figure, his wand in his hand. Before anything else could happen, she heard the Killing curse being muttered from the stranger's mouth. There was a green light and then nothing more.

Clara awoke from the nightmare she had just experienced so suddenly, that it made her head swirl. She looked around to see her bedroom, which made her feel a little better. Her bedside lamp was still on, and everything was still. She checked her watch, which read four o'clock in the morning. She didn't really want to lay back down and fall asleep again, as she was so shaken by her bad dream.

This was the first time she had ever dreamt anything like it. She had never even considered John doing anything like what he had in that dream. And as for the killing, she had no idea where that had come from. The only reason she knew about the Killing curse, was because she had learnt about it in Defence Against the Dark Arts the year before. Their teacher, Professor Moody, had told them that it was good stuff to know for when they faced the outside world. It turned out that bit wasn't Professor Moody at all, but some criminal using Polyjuice Potion, who'd helped He Who Must Not Be Named return.

Times were getting a lot darker now, ever since Harry Potter's claims that the Dark Lord had returned from the dead. Clara was in no way going to deny what Harry had been saying, but it was really something she didn't want to believe. The thought of His return was something that scared her, especially after what her parents had told her about the last time.

Clara decided to make a trip to the bathroom, as it gave her something to do. When she returned, she spotted something on her desk. For some reason, it was John's scruffy hand-writing that caught her eye. It took her back to her dream, and she couldn't help but feel really awkward. That letter from John had told her that their annual camping trip had been cancelled because of his mum's paranoia.

If there's one thing Clara had learnt about John's mum over the past few years, it was that she was extremely protective. As soon as the news of You Know Who's supposed return got out, about a million letters got sent to John from his mother. He wasn't very happy about it.

Clara lied down on her bed and tried to forget about everything. Her mind was becomming a very crowded place recently, and she was finding it hard to clear it. But eventually though, without really realising it, Clara fell asleep.

Clara made her way down to breakfast a little later than usual the following morning. When she reached the kitchen, she got raised eyebrows from her father.

"It's not like you to wake up this late," he said, in the same sombre tone he had had ever since her mother's miscarriage a few years before. He had never been the same since then. It had scarred him permanently.

"Oh, leave her, Dave. It's the holidays, she can wake up whenever she wants," Clara's mum said while washing up.

"Yeah, dad. It's this thing called independence, people usually start to get it when they grow up," Clara said in a sarcastic tone.

"Hey, don't speak to me like that, young lady. You're still under our roof at the moment, so we demand some respect," her father said.

"Yes, dad," Clara said, before nicking a piece of toast from the table, and then heading back up to her room.

Her relationship with her father had changed quite dramatically during the Summer before her second year. With the news that her mum had had a miscarriage, the whole household had become severely miserable. It had made her father more grumpy, and he had never been the same fun, loving father he had once been. She had never quite understood why it had affected him so badly compared to the rest of them, but she dared not question it.

Once back in her room, the first thing she noticed was Tara, John's pet owl sitting on her windowsill. Clara could see Fidget hooting and flapping his wings in his cage and she couldn't help but laugh. Her and John had observed that their owls had become a little more than friends. She went over to the cage and let her owl out.

Tara had a note tied to her leg, so Clara went over and undid it. The note read:

Clara,

It's seriously boring around here, and there's only so many times you can look at Harry Potter's face in the Prophet without going mad. Can we perhaps make a trip to the beach today or something? We haven't been over in a while, and the weather's amazing.

Waiting for a response,

John.

Clara smiled. She loved going to the beach with John. It was always extremely fun. She grabbed the nearest piece of stray parchment and took her quill in her hand. She scribbled down a response to John's letter, saying that she was happy to go, and that she would be over in half an hour. She tied the note to Tara's leg, and then dragged Fidget away from the window to allow her to fly away. Clara could feel Fidget struggling in her grip.

"Come on, Romeo. You'll see her again," she said, before closing the window.

Fidget pecked her finger and the sharp pain made Clara quickly let go. He then flew up onto her desk.

Clara sat down on her bed and used the Self-Applying Sun Cream her parents had bought her in Diagon Alley. She let it smother her as she retrieved her sunglasses from one of her drawers.

She then made her way downstairs and found her mum alone in the kitchen. She went over and hugged her. "Has dad gone to work?" Clara asked, hoping that the answer was yes.

"Yes, darling. I'll be off as well soon," her mum said.

"Okay, I'm meeting John so I'm going to go," Clara said.

Her mum broke their hug and held her at arms length. "That's fine. Just remember to look after yourself, and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Clara smiled. Her mum always said that. They hugged again, and then Clara left the house. She took out her bike from the garage, and then slowly pedalled to John's house.

Did anyone notice the thing I did with the name of John's owl? I called her Tara - a bit like Tardis, right?