Calla didn't want to talk to Harry the next day. When she'd gotten up in the morning the girls had all asked her a lot of questions that she didn't want to answer, and she'd been quite short with Daphne and Padma, so the two of them had been quiet all through breakfast. And in Charms, their first class of the day - which of course they just had to share with Gryffindor - Harry and Ron both were in moods with Hermione, so Calla wound up sitting next to her. Normally she got on well with Hermione, however she was very obviously tense, and Calla was certain that by the end of the period one of them was going to explode, one way or another.

"What is going on?" Calla asked Hermione at the end of the class, looking over at Harry and Ron, the latter of whom had bolted out the classroom as soon as he could and the former of whom trailed after him with an awkward glance at Calla.

"It's Ron," Hermione said, sniffling. "He thinks Crookshanks has killed Scabbers!"

"What?" Calla choked.

"But he hasn't! He's a good cat and I know he doesn't like Scabbers but he wouldn't kill him! But Ron doesn't believe me and H-Harry took his s-side and now they both h-h-hate me!" Calla took her hands quickly, afraid she might cry so hard she fell over. She definitely looked a bit shaky.

"It's alright," Calla said weakly, guiding Hermione to a quiet corner of the classroom. She'd be late for Care of Magical Creatures, but knew Hagrid wouldn't mind; she'd explain to him what had happened. "Hey, it's okay, I'm sure they don't hate you."

"Th-they must!" Hermione cried, gripping Calla's arm tightly. "Ron's been mad at me all year b-because he doesn't think Crookshanks has ever liked Scabbers, and then they were b-both annoyed with me because of the F-Firebolt and now th-they think Crookshanks killed Scabbers, But he c-can't have! And I'm t-trying to help Hagrid with Buckbeak's hearing but I-I've got so much work to do and I c-can't keep up with it all!" She buried her face in Calla's shoulder and Calla patted her back awkwardly trying to comfort her.

"It's alright," she said gently. "Look, Harry and Ron'll come round. And besides, Crookshanks can't have killed Scabbers; I saw him last night."

"You did?" Hermione asked. "I didn't see him all night, that's w-why I was so worried!"

So Calla told her the whole story about Crookshanks and Matilda and Moony and the massive black dog and by the end, Hermione was starin at her. "That could have been dangerous!" she told her. "You were on your own that late at night?"

"I was okay," Calla said chipperly. "I was still inside the castle, I just... Didn't really feel like going back to the dormitory. I was just upset about... Stuff."

"Was it to do with Harry?" Hermione asked quietly. "I overheard him telling Ron you were upset with him last night."

Calla nodded grimly. "It's stupid. I just was upset. Remus has been teaching the Patronus Charm, to defend against the Dementors, but they didn't tell me! And I wanted to learn because well, you know I struggle because of them a lot as well but Remus was talking about how it's really advanced magic and - and I don't think they believe I could actually do it! And I know it's stupid to be upset because they're probably right, I probably couldn't do it but I - I wish that they at least thought I could!"

"I'm sure you can!" Hermione told her enthusiastically. "You're good at Charms, aren't you?"

"I'm not good at Defense," she muttered. "I just get scared."

Hermione quietened at that. "Well, I'm sure you'll still be able to. And I'm sure Harry doesn't think you won't be able to. You should talk to him."

"Yeah," Calla said quietly. She tightened her fists, pulling mat her fingernails.

"We should go to class," Hermione said, wiping her eyes. "Who do you have?"

"Hagrid," Calla told her. "He'll be fine. We're still on salamanders, too."

Hermione nodded and got shakily to her feet. Without a warning, she flung herself at Calla and hugged her tightly around the shoulders. "Thanks," she whispered and pulled away. "I'll see you at lunch, or something."

"Yeah," Calla said as brightly as she could. "Enjoy your class."

Hagrid didn't mind her lateness, not that Calla had thought he would. He let her settle into a group with Daphne, Padma and Isobel, who were still handling salamanders. "What was up with Hermione Granger?" Isobel asked her curiously.

"Ron and Harry think her cat killed Ron's rat," Calla said, and Padma gasped.

Daphne raised her eyebrows. "Well, he probably did."

"Daphne!" Padma chided.

"I'm just saying." She shrugged her shoulders, flipping her hair over. "Crookshanks is a cat, Scabbers is a rat. It's the food chain." She nodded to the salamander they - though really it was just Isobel - were handling. The salamder swatted at an ant on the grass and promptly licked it up, swallowing it. "Like that."

"That's horrible," Calla said with a shudder, glaring at Daphne.

"It's nature," she said. "But I do hope Crookshanks hasn't killed him. I imagine Ron'll be devastated, even if he is a bit of a rubbish rat."

"Don't call him rubbish," Isobel chided. "He's dead."

"Probably," Daphne corrected. "He's probably dead."

"You don't have to be so blunt about it," Padma said with a glare.

"I'm being realistic," Daphne argued, and Calla rolled her eyes, tickling the salamander. It glared at her but did no more.

"Why does it like you more than me?" Isobel whined.

"Clearly Calla's just much more appealing," Daphne said flippantly. "Nicer eyes."

"Nicer eyes?" Calla giggled.

"No chance," Isobel said, and went right up to Calla's face. "My eyes are nice!"

"I can't even see them properly," Calla laughed. "You're too close to my glasses."

Isobel sat back down, laughing. "Well I think my eyes are pretty."

"Daphne's eyes are prettiest, though," said Padma and they all looked around to stare at a startled looking Daphne.

"Yeah," Calla said, studying the silvery blue of her irises. "Your eyes are pretty, Daphne."

Daphne's cheeks went pink. "Thanks," she mumbled, and seemed to try to hide her face. "Right, what's with this salamander? Do you think I can feed it without getting my hair burnt off?"

Calla went the rest of the day without speaking to Harry or Remus, though the next morning she had Double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin. "You're looking gloomy," Terry pointed out as they went down to class.

"Yeah, what's tripping you, Potter?" Lisa asked, and she shook her head.

"Nothing," she said. "I just had a falling out with Harry."

"So you don't want to go to Defense?" Sue asked, frowning.

"It's not that I don't want to go," Calla huffed. "I'm just not in a good mood."

She went on ahead of them, Daphne and Padma behind her and she heard Michael's mutter of, "We can see that."

Through the whole class she felt in a bad mood, which she was sure Remus could sense, as did everyone else. She tried to hide it, but they could still tell. After they were done, she tried to stuff all her things in her bag and leave as soon as possible, but Remus called out, "Calla, can I have a word please?" and she winced.

"It'll be fine," Padma assures her. "I'll see you in Divination." She wasn't even looking forward to that either; she'd have to sit at a table with Harry, as well as Ron and Hermione, who still were no closer to making up.

She took her time carefully packing her bag up and went up to Remus' desk. "Hurry along now, Malfoy," he said, and she turned to see him loitering at his desk, watching. Malfoy rolled his eyes as he slunk away out the door.

"I know you're upset about the other night," he said. "And I understand why, Calla. But please don't think-"

"You don't think I could do it," she said sulkily. "It's fine. I probably couldn't, you're right."

"Now, Calla, I never said that. And I don't think it."

"Then why didn't you offer to teach it to me too? If you thought I could do it, and you knew I needed it, why would you only offer to teach Harry and not me?"

"Harry asked me, and it took a lot of persuading before I said yes."

"But you still said yes!"

He sighed, leaning against his desk. "If you'd like me to, I'd be more than happy to teach you too, Calla." But that wasn't why she was upset. It didn't matter that he was offering now, when he hadn't initially. But she still wanted to be able to defend herself.

"If you think I'm up to it," she said sulkily. "I know it is very advanced magic."

Remus sighed, forehead creasing. "You're still upset. I understand that."

"I was upset when I went in," Calla told him. "But neither of you have asked me what was wrong."

He frowned, leaning over to her. "Then what was wrong, Calla?"

She shrugged. "Doesn't matter now, does it?"

"Calla-"

"I'm pretty sure your class is waiting outside," she said. "When can I join you and Harry?"

"I'll let you know," he told her wearily. "Come and see me tonight, will you, and Harry? I know he's upset about what happened."

Calla just shrugged. "Okay. I'll see you later, then."

Xx

Though she'd barely spoken to Harry throughout Divination, pairing up with Hermione instead, she resolved to join him and Remus that night. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" Daphne asked, laying a gentle hand on her arm as she left dinner. She nodded, spotting Harry getting to his feet on the other side of the Great Hall.

"I'll be fine," she assured her, leaving. Her brother waited for her by the doors, which she supposed was nice of him.

"Hey," he said awkwardly. She nodded in response and he sighed. "How are you doing? We haven't spoken..."

"I'm fine," she said shortly. "And you?"

Harry just shrugged. "I'm fine, I suppose. Except for Ron and Hermione arguing, but that's not really anything new."

"Yeah," Calla said absently. They went on the rest of the way in a silence that she could tell Harry wanted to fill, but clearly wasn't sure on how to do so. It was Harry who knocked on Remus' door, and Calla who hung back sullenly waiting on it to be opened.

"Ah," Remus said, smiling in relief. "You both came!" It seemed like he hadn't expected the two of them to show up, and at that Calla did feel a pang of guilt. But she was still determined to be annoyed about everything, and to be annoyed with the two of them. "Come in, I've got biscuits and chocolate from Honeydukes. Hopefully the two of you aren't too full from dinner."

"Never," Harry said, grinning, as he stepped inside. Calla followed, sending Remus a tight smile.

"How are your Quidditch practices going, Harry?" Remus asked. "Now McGonagall's given your Firebolt back." He still, Calla noticed, looked worried about it. It didn't sit quite right with her either.

"Good," Harry said, grinning. "Madam Hooch still has to supervise, and Wood's getting more and more nervous every time, but I'm really getting a handle on the broom I think." Calla pursed her lips. "I just hope we can win on Saturday; everyone's counting on me to catch the Snitch, but I don't really know how good Chang is, since I've never played her before."

"Cho's really good," Calla said, turning to Harry. "Really, really good. Everyone says so."

"Right." An uneasy smile flickered on Harry's face. He glanced at Remus, who was looking awkwardly between the two of them. "I hope I can win. We need to win this or we've not got a chance left of the cup, and we need to win we'll, too."

"The Chasers are great, too," Calla mused, crossing her legs. "All three of them, and two of them are seventh years, too, Stretton and Burrows. They really want to win."

"Okay," Harry said. He was looking a little bit nervous now, actually, and Calla felt just a little bad at his discomfort. "Oliver really wants to win, too. And he's a great Keeper."

"Yeah," Calla said, shrugging. "I suppose he is quite good, but I've seen Page practice a couple of times - Mandy likes to drag us all out to watch - and he's really great, too."

"How are your classss?" Remus asked abruptly, changing the subject. "What about Ancient Runes, Calla?"

"Fine," she said, though there was an awful lot more that she wanted to say about the subject. It was quick becoming her favourite subject, overtaking Divination, but she doubted Harry would even be interested in it. "Professor Babbling's really nice. We get a lot of homework, but I still manage to get it done."

Remus gave her a worried look. "I thought you loved Ancient Runes."

"I do," she said, shrugging. "But not much has really changed about it, and there's not much to say." Not right now, anyway, when she really didn't feel like it.

With a sigh, Remus stood up. "I'll get the biscuits."

Left on their own, Calla and Harry sat stiffly, until at last Harry asked, "Why are you so upset with me?"

She turned to glare at him. "Why do you think I'm so upset with you, Harry?"

"I - I don't know. That's why I asked!"

Calla just huffed, and slumped back in her chair. Boys. They didn't think and they didn't consider, and she was so not in the mood to try and force him to. "Is it because Remus was teaching me and not you?"

"No."

"Oh." He paused. "That's what Ron thought."

"Yeah?"

"He said... Well he said you were probably a bit jealous. Because I..." He flushed. "Apparently I get a lot of favouritism and more attention and you didn't really like that?"

"Well, tell Ron he's wrong," Calla snapped, anger flaring up. "I'm not jealous of you, Harry! You're annoying!"

"Then I don't know what I've done!" he said. "You're just annoyed with me for no reason!"

"For no reason?" Calla whipped around, glaring at him, lip wobbling. "It's not no reason Harry, it's just not a reason you understand or care to think about!"

"Well then tell me!"

"Not if you can't be bothered to work it out for yourself."

"You sound like Hermione."

"I do not!" she protested. "And you've upset her, too, by the way! She's devastated that you and Ron think Crookshanks has killed Scabbers, but both of us are agreed that he didn't! And Crookshanks was with me and Matilda, anyway." She shook her head, crossing her arms.

"You don't see the way he chases Scabbers," Harry told Calla. "And Ron's really upset."

"Well I'm sorry to Ron then," Calla said, and she really did mean it. She couldn't think how she'd feel if Moony or Matilda went missing, or died. "And I hope he finds Scabbers soon."

Harry frowned at her, just as Remus came back with a plate of chocolate biscuits. He set it on the table between them and sat down; both twins looked at it for a moment before Remus sighed and picked one up. Calla did a moment later, though Harry reached for the same custard cream as she did and she turned a short glare on him. He let her take the biscuit, and she sat up triumphantly as she ate it. She realised she was probably being a little petty, but also she was still annoyed and she didn't yet care to stop.

"So," said Remus, dusting crumbs form his jacket, "what was it you were upset about the other night before you came in, Calla?"

She all of a sudden felt her cheeks go very warm. "It - it doesn't really matter." Remus looked at her sternly. "I'd just been with Trelawney and she just sort of spooked me a little bit."

"Spooked you how?"

She shrugged, trying to act casual even though she still did feel terrified at the memory. "She started talking strange. Like she was making prediction, but more intense, and she started talking about a - a mark on me?"

Remus' brow furrowed further. "What sort of mark?" Harry asked suddenly.

"I don't know, just a mark. A dark mark." Remus seemed to shiver. "But she didn't really say what, she just said that if saw a - mark on my soul."

"On your soul?" Harry exclaimed. "How's there a mark on your soul?"

"I don't know," Calla said to him brittly. "How could I know?"

"But-" Harry swivelled to look to Remus. "Do you anything about how this could happen?"

"Without any specifics, no," Remus said slowly. "And I'm afraid Sybil is disinclined to ever speak in specifics."

"And there - that wasn't just it," Calla said tremulously. "I'd had a vision, too." She felt like choking on the memory. "It was strange. I - I didn't really understand but I was reaching to a forest and a figure in it, and then... It felt like the Dementors again." She gave a shiver, going all of a sudden cold, heart seeming to rattle in her chest, against her ribs. "And that was all but it - it was horrible."

"I'm so sorry, Calla," said Remus gently. "If you'd had told us-"

"Well, I was upset," she said snappily, crossing her arms. It was as much to prove her annoyance as an attempt to keep herself warm and to shield her chest. "And I didn't know how to after that."

"But what do you think it means?" Harry asked, frowning at her.

"I don't know," Calla said quietly. "If I did, I wouldn't be so worried. But I don't get it, and it feels different."

"Different how?" asked Remus, leaning forward.

"I don't know, it just does. Like, it's not as much of a weight when I think about it, but it also feels worse. Colder."

They sat in silence for a moment. "Have you been working on your Occlumency?"

"Yes," Calla muttered. "I still can't control my visions. Dumbledore seems to think that I can get there, but I don't know. He's not really telling me how. It's quite frustrating, actually."

"I'm sure you can do it," Harry said assuringly. "If anyone here can, then it's you."

"Thanks," Calla said, and she did feel a little better for the assertion.

"I am sorry," Harry said when they left that evening, "for making it seem like I... I didn't think you could do it. Because you can. You are pretty amazing, Calla."

She flushed. "Thanks. And I - I'm sorry too. For not talking to you."

He grinned back, bumping her shoulder. "It's alright. Just cheer for Gryffindor on Saturday, yeah?"

Calla laughed, tossing her hair back as she did so. "You wish."

Xx

The Ravenclaw-Gryffindor match came on a clear, crisp day, when the sun was out but the world still cold. Though she wanted Ravenclaw to win, Calla was still desperate to see Harry's broom in action. And no one was disappointed; at Madam Hooch's whistle, all the players flew into the air but none flew faster than Harry. "Whoa," Mandy breathed.

"Look at Potter go!" Michael said. "That really is a Firebolt, isn't it, Calla?"

"I did tell you it was," she teased back, grinning. "God, how does it go so fast?"

"It's a Firebolt," Daphne said. "It's the best broom in the world, of course it goes so fast!"

"Magic," Isobel whispered. "It's mad."

Watching the match, Calla began to worry a little. Ravenclaw had a good team, but Bell, Johnson and Spinnet were all so in sync with each other, and they communicated great. Plus, she saw as he blocked a fantastic throw from Davies, Wood was a very good Keeper. It looked like Cho had decided to use a different tactic this match, tailing Harry rather than surveying the pitch from afar, which Calla thought was a good idea; there was no way she could fly faster than Harry, and he had much keener eyes than Malfoy had.

She was also blocking him, Calla notes with a grin, and she could tell that Harry was getting increasingly annoyed by it. The tactic meant he had to keep changing direction when Cho blocked him or crossed in front of him, and he was having difficulty shaking her off.

A shout went up from the other end of the pitch and Calla saw Alicia Spinnet flying towards the Ravenclaw goals, just as Harry and Cho both dived down. Calla gasped, standing up and watching, as Harry pulled further away from Cho, streaking towards the Snitch. "She's not going to catch him!" Michael groaned. Calla had to agree; Harry was much too fast.

But then she saw another streak across the pitch, and grabbed Michael's arm. The Bludger was pelting towards Harry, and Calla yelled, but it didn't hit him; instead, the Bludger forced Harry to veer sharply off course away from the Snitch, and in those crucial seconds, it flitted away again. Michael slumped back with a relieved sigh. "Thank Merlin for that. Well done, Samuels!" Michael bellowed, clapping enthusiastically as a great applause went up all around them, including Calla. They just needed to get through the Gryffindor defenses more, but they were still doing great in their own end.

"We can do this," Daphne said confidently. "Come on, eagles!" The Slytherin were cheering for them too, as suspected, but Calla didn't mind; she noticed a cluster of Zach, Susan, Hannah and Ernie all cheering too, and grinned.

But it wasn't really seeming like they could. As the match wore on, the Ravenclaw end grew increasingly despondent, as Gryffindor scored and scored and scored, until they had an eighty point lead. "Get it together, Page!" Michael bellowed.

Lee Jordan's commentary was grinding on the nerves of their end, too, for he kept shouting about how marvellous the Firebolt was. "Chang's Comet is no match!" he was yelling and Isobel rolled her eyes.

"Bloody Gryffindors," she muttered. "Come on, Cho!"

The Chasers were all gritting their teeth, and Calla watched as they huddled together and then set off, scattering their Gryffindor counterparts. There was a flurry of movement and then Davies passed to Stretton who passed to Bradley who passed back to Davies who-

"Yes!" Michael bellowed, stamping his feet. "Yes, Davies!"

"Get in!" Isobel yelled, as the score ticked over. Another two quick goals later and Gryffindor's lead was reduced to fifty, and their little group was all holding each other gightly.

"Come on!" Mandy yelled, holding a rather frightened looking Terry so tight it was a wonder she didn't break his arm. "Come on, pull through, get it back, Come on!"

Calla leaned over the railing, trying to keep an eye on Harry as he sped off towards the Gryffindor goalpost, where she could just make out the gold glimmer of the Snitch. "He's seen it!" she yelled, feeling a rush of nerves, and both Michael and Mandy rushed forward.

"Come on, Chang!" screamed Isobel, as the Ravenclaw Seeker sped through the block Harry. He hesitated only a moment but it was long enough; Cho was grinning along with the rest of her house as the Snitch flickered out of sight.

Wood was screaming something at Harry, and the next second he went into a deep dive. Heart in her throat, Calla watched, as he pulled up sharply and Cho carries on speeding down. "He tricked her!" Michael yelled. "He's seen it!"

Calla looked up again, as Harry sped onwards towards the Snitch. Cho was flying towards it too, but she was lower to the ground, and too far away. They were going to lose.

Then, she saw a mass of dark black hoods entering the pitch. "No," she said hoarsely, grasping for Mandy, who stared at her. "Look, look!"

"Dementors!" Mand breathed, and Daphne and Padma, who hadn't shown much interest in the match before, rushed to her side. But Calla didn't feel faint as always; instead she just felt normal. She stared at the pitch. They weren't really moving like Dementors, not really, and they were too tall.

"What the-"

The next second, Harry had pulled out his wand and there was a silver light flying towards the 'dementors'. Calla yelled, as he sped on, and with Cho distracted, had a clear way to the Snitch.

"Noooo!" bellowed Michael, but it was too late and he couldn't have done anything anyway.

Harry had caught the Snitch and he was holding it high in the air, beaming. The Gryffindor end went wild as they all rushed into the pitch, engulfing Harry. "Merlin's sake," Michael muttered. "That's us lost the cup."

Mandy pulled of her scarf and slammed it down onto the edge of the stands in defeat. She slumped forward, hanging her head. "There's always next year," Sue said, and Mandy shook her head.

"Next year's next year!" she wailed. "We've already lost our hold on the title."

"Come on," Daphne said to Calla, leading her away. "What did he do to those Dementors?" she asked in a whisper as they made their way onto the stairs.

"Patronus Charm," she replied. "Remus taught him it, to drive away Dementors. I guess he's quite good."

"I've heard of that," Padma said lightly. "It's quite advanced is it not?"

Calla shrugged. "Yeah. He says he'll teach me too, soon."

"Good," said Padma, grinning. "Though I don't suppose it can win us the cup now."

"Speaking of," Calla said, "I should probably try and congratulate Harry."

"Good luck," Isobel laughed as they came out the bottom of the stairs by the pitch. "He's been swamped by lions."

And indeed he had; they were all huddled around Harry and the team, thumping them on the back and offering congratulations. Cho Chang and the rest of the Ravenclaw team walked past looking devastated. Jeremy Stretton looked like he might cry. "You played a good game," Daphne said to them as they went by, though it didn't seem to do any good. They just ignored her, walking on.

"I'll just find him later on," Calla said, staring at the mass of Gryffindors. "I'm not going to wade through that."

Isobel giggled. "Yeah, we'd get crushed."

Dinnertime was very quiet indeed at the Ravenclaw table, with everyone still in mourning over their Quidditch Cup loss. The Gryffindors, however, seemed to think they'd already won, cheering like nothing on Earth and creating a din Calla could barely get out her head. "Do they have to be so loud?" Mandy muttered, stabbing her dinner with a fork.

"Seems so," Michael said. He was trying to put on a brave face, but he wasn't very good at it.

"I still need to say well done to Harry," Calla said, and everyone winced.

"Do us a favour, don't do it until Cho's gone," Lisa said, gesturing to Cho, who along with the rest of the team, looked very close to tears.

"We started off so well, too," said Isobel, shaking her head. "I can't really believe it."

"Typical," Mandy muttered, and set about cutting up her chicken so furiously it made the table shake. "Just bloody typical."

Calla didn't get the chance to congratulate Harry until the end of dinner, when the rest of his house were still bellowing and cheering his name. "Harry!" she yelled through the scarlet crowd, and caught onto Ron's sleeve.

"Oi!" he yelled, before he saw her and softened. "Harry, it's Calla!"

"Calla!" Harry shouted over the din, and broke away from Fred and George, who were beaming. "Hi!"

"I didn't want to interrupt you all earlier!" she shouted to him. "But well done! You did really well! You all did!" she added, as Angelina Johnson went past, and grinned at her.

"Thanks, Potter!" called Angelina. "Better luck next time!"

Calla couldn't even quite bring herself to be annoyed at that; the Gryffindors' enthusiasm was infectious. "We're having a party!" Harry told her, still having to shout as they paraded through the entrance hall. "You should join us!"

"Somehow I don't think that'll go down great!" Calla yelled back.

"It'll be fine, no one'll care!" He looked at her with wide eyes and Ron took her arm. "Come on, please?"

"Fine!" she called back, giggling. "I'll come with you!"

She followed along with the Gryffindor crowds, and Ron wrapped half his scarlet and gold scarf around her shoulders, making her laugh. "I'd say you shouldn't know the password, but it changes all the time anyway," Harry told her. "Poor Neville's had to start writing them down."

Calla laughed as they went through the portrait hole, Harry and Ron pulling her along in the swarm of Gryffindors. "Calla!" Fred Weasley called as he recognised her, and he and George both swooped down on her. "Not feeling too bitter for a party, I hope?"

"Of course not," she said, beaming.

"We're going to sneak food from the kitchens," George said, grinning. "As our trusted successor in marauding, and clearly you're not against sneaking into places you shouldn't be-" Calla flushed at that "-you want to join us?"

"She just got here!" Ron protested.

"We'll be back in a minute," Calla said, shrugging. "Or you can come with us."

But at that moment Hermione came over to them, shaking out her mane of her and snapping her book shut. "You're not meant to be here," she told Calla primly, and Calla stared at her, startled at her tone.

"Well, I - I know but-"

"It's a party, Hermione!" Ron said, exasperated. "Lighten up."

Then he dragged Harry, Calla and the Weasley twins away. "She's probably going to tell Percy," Ron muttered.

"We'll deal with him," Fred sad, rolling his eyes. "Come on, Calla. Have you been to the kitchens yet?"

"Only once," Calla said as they left the room. "And it was mainly a mistake, so I didn't take anything."

"Well, why not?" George asked. "The house elves are always more than happy to give the students food and drink whenever we want." He shrugged. "We've made use of it."

"Kept telling Mum it'd be great if we had an elf round the house," Fred told her, grinning. "Do you remember how she was, Georgie?"

"Clipped you round the ear, if I remember correct," George said cheerfully. "And told me I could get to helping her out in an elf's place."

Calla giggled. "And what did you do?"

"We did try," Fred said though he didn't sound very sincere.

"But we ended up turning Dad's work robes bright purple." Calla snorted. "Yeah, he wasn't too pleased about it. Neither was Mum, no flying allowed for a fortnight." George shook his head. "Terrible."

"Mind you, It was a good laugh," Fred said, grinning at the memory.

"I'd hate to think what Uncle Vernon would do if Harry or I turned his suit purple," Calla said, with a shudder at the thought; no dinner for a week, or locked in their bedroom or worse, locked in the cupboard.

"D'you think we could do the same to Snape?" Fred was now pondering, and Calla's eyes widened. She giggled at the idea.

"Do something brighter than purple," she said immediately. "Pink, or yellow, or bright red!"

George looked at her and grinned. "That is a fantastic idea, Calla!" he said, and grabbed her arm, whirling her around a corner. She shrieked, giving into a howling laugh. "Fred, I think we might just have ourselves a new accomplice!"

Calla tossed her head back, laughing. "Georgie, I think we might just. You don't happen to know a spell we could use that would go undetected? All that Ravenclaw knowledge."

"Not yet," Calla said, beaming. In all of a few minutes the Weasley twins seemed to have taken her on as a friend; an accomplice. She liked that word an awful lot. "But I'm sure I can find one that will do." She winked and the twins laughed uproariously, both beaming as they took her arms and raced down the corridors and then the stairs, descending to the kitchens.

Fred tickled the pear on the portrait that marked the entrance to the kitchens, and all three of them were grinning as they entered. The house elves were all hard at work, but they were chattering between themselves are they were all smiling. Calla smiled at that; she was glad to know that not all houselves were treated as Dobby had been treated by the Malfoy's. "Misters Weasley!" called a small house elf with a squeaky voice and very floppy ears, who seemed to appear from nowhere before them. The houself looked at Calla and then grinned. "And a friend!"

"I'm Calla," Calla said, kneeling down to shake the little house-elf's hand. "Calla Potter."

"Potter?" The house elf's eyes widened and Calla flushed. "Is it true?" The house elf looked at Fred and George who seemed to be trying not to laugh as they nodded.

"This is Tilly," George said. "All the house elves here seem to have heard of you."

"Oh," Calla said, cheeks heating. "Well, it is lovely to meet you, Tilly."

"And wha do Misters Weasley and Miss Potter want?" Tilly asked, bouncing up and down. "We has cake and ice cream and lots of sweets and drinks!"

"Oh, some cake would be great," Fred said, grinning. Tilly's face lit up.

"Tilly will get cakes for yous!"

Not very long later, Tilly came back, skipping though her arms were laden with an assortment of cakes.

"Here," George said, shoving a Victoria sponge cake into Calla's arms. "You can take this."

She took it with a grin, smiling over the top at Fred and George.

"Right," Fred said, "are we doing a Hogsmeade run or not, Georgie?"

"Gotta do a Hogsmeade run, Freddie," said George back. "Come on, Honeydukes should still be open, and if not I'm sure they'll let us in." He winked at Calla, who was beginning to tread on the edge of nervous. "We're their best regularly irregular customers."

"But-" she looked between them, "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Course it's safe," George said, striding on ahead. "You've done it before, haven't you?" At her silence, they both paused and turned around to her. "Haven't you?"

"I - well, no."

"No?" George exclaimed. "Why not?"

"Well, because it's not safe, and I know Remus wouldn't want me to risk it, not with Sirius Black still out there!"

"You'll be fine," George said brazenly. "Sirius Black wouldn't come into Hogsmeade."

"He came into Hogwarts."

"That's different. He's been sneaking, hasn't he? He'd have to have a right brass neck to show himself in Hogsmeade in the light of day on a Saturday."

"But this isn't in the light of day, is it?" Calla asked worriedly. "What if-"

"You'll be with us the whole time," Fred said, quite kindly. "And we won't leave Honeydukes." He sighed. "If you really are scared about it, we'll take you back to the tower and do the Hogsmeade run ourselves."

"I'm not scared," Calla said, though it was a lie. She was very scared indeed about Sirius Black. "But Harry'll be curious, he's been asking me to tell him how to get in for months now!"

"Then tell him at the next weekend," George said. "He'll get over it."

"And Remus told us not to," she fretted. What would he say? On the one hand he was one of the boys who had created the map, to aid sneaking or, but on the other hand, so had Sirius Black... But Remus had said he didn't think he was using the old passageways, hadn't he? And if they were only going to Honeydukes... It still didn't sit right in her stomach, but both Weasley twins were looking at her expectantly and they'd just been so nice to her, hadn't they?

"I'll go," she said, then. "But only if you stay with me the whole time and we don't leave Honeydukes."

"Of course," said George, cheerfully. "Let us go and get our feast!"

She giggled as he strode on, and though she still fretted the whole way down the passageway and in the store and right the way back again, nothing had happened. Nothing had even come close to happening.

"See?" George said, as they approached Sir Cadogan. "It all went fine. Fair maiden."

"Enter, loyal friends! I see you are laden with the spoils of a feast!"

They entered the Common Room to great applause, waving sweets and drinks and cakes around and making sure that everyone could get some of what they'd brought. "How did you get those?" Harry had asked Calla incredulously. "You didn't-"

"Fred and George really wanted me to sneak into Honeydukes with them so I did," Calla said in a rush. Harry's mouth fell agape.

"But you-"

"I swear that's the furthest I went, I'd barely left the passage and I knew you'd be upset with me so I brought you extra chocolates and also if you still really, really want to then on the next visit I won't stop you from going!" She said all of this in an awful rush, and was near out of breath by the end. Harry just stared at her.

"But I thought you said it was dangerous."

"I think it still is," she said weakly. "But I - I was okay. And I realise I can't really stop you now, if you really want to go, though I still don't think that you should, I hardly ventured far and it's still not safe."

He was still staring at her. Her heart felt awfully like it might fall from its place between her lungs and tumble right into the pits of her stomach. "But you won't stop me from going?"

She shook her head. "I won't." He grinned and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you! Now come on, I want to try everything!"

It was late - very late, certainly too late - by the time Calla went back to the Ravenclaw Tower, accompanied by Ron and Harry who both chattered far too loudly to stop themselves from getting caught. "Take this," she told them, flinging the map at them. "So you don't wind up getting yourselves caught by Snape or someone. Harry, you know what to do with it, don't you?"

Harry had grinned, nodding fervently as he grasped the map. "Thanks. I'll see you in the morning, Calla!"

Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is a bit of an early update, but hey, that can't exactly hurt can it? I'm going through a bit of a stressful time at the moment and today I've been a bit upset about things and my confidence in my writing but reading over all your lovely comments and reviews really cheered me up and I just wanted to get this out so I could say thank you! Also I have a question: I've currently got twenty three (and a half) chapters already written of the end of third year and the very beginning of fourth year which if spaced out as an update a week would amount to about five-six months worth of regular updates, but that is also quite a slow process. So, would you guys prefer two updates a week, but bearing in mind that once these chapters that were written over the Winter break are up, there may be a bit of a hiatus and a longer updating process because during the semester I really don't write nearly as much as when I'm on break because of other university/work commitments? Let me know and I'll try and figure out a schedule I think will work for updating, because I can't wait for you guys to read what's ahead for Calla but I want to make sure there isn't also a long gap later on when I've run out of content and am in a writing lull.