I heard them all come back from dinner, and so I made my way downstairs, and surprised Seiji by sneaking up on him. His response was to get very mad and shout at me. And then demand why I was there. And then ask why I was wearing Slytherin uniform (I had my ones still from the year before). Finally, when I had told him everything, did he calm down slightly. But only slightly.

That night, whilst Seiji sat on the sofa, talking to Draco, I sat at his feet, my head resting on his knee, whilst he gently stroked my unruly hair. I was almost purring, well, I might have been purring, it was either me or Persephone who was purring. I couldn't really tell which. And so I fell asleep, with my head on his lap, only to awake a few hours later, whilst he carried me in his arms through to my bedroom.

"Wow! You have a whole room to yourself!"

"Uhuh. Cool, eh?"

"Bitch!"

"Why, isn't it a good thing?" I made my eyes go wide, and gave him my cutest and most innocent expression.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Well, g'night," he gave me a quick kiss, before leaving the room, and shutting the door behind him.

I stared at the door for a moment, waiting for something more to happen. It didn't. Changing quickly into my pyjamas, as the room was cold, I was about to remove my long gypsy skirt, as I had already removed my top, and was standing in just a bra and skirt, when I noticed a tapping on the window. Looking out, I noticed a large Barn Owl sitting on the sill, and I pulled open the window, letting in a drafty blast as I did so. Shutting the wind quickly behind the owl, I pulled the letter off its extended leg, before letting it out of the window once again. I quickly scanned the note, before rereading it, in more detail.

It was from Remus.

Dear Kara,

I know I haven't written to you for a very long time, but I hope all is going well with you, and that school is all well. I am fine, well, as fine as ever I can be, and I am writing to you now to tell you about the photo I gave you for Christmas. After sending it, I realised that I hadn't explained it to you, or who the people were. (Here followed a long list of people) …the girl behind Sirius…

I gasped, I had forgotten all about her, the one I had wanted to know about. Eagerly, I read on…

…Her name is Raven. She was another of our friends, Sirius', James, Peter's, and mine. She was always quiet and shy, and we didn't really become friends until our later years at Hogwarts. I suppose a part of her had always wanted to belong, but no one had before taken the chance, or so it seemed, to get to know her. She always seemed to like Sirius, not that he noticed her much, playboy that he was, and so she seemed so sad and alone always. And then, when we left school, she got a job, and seemed happier.

Next thing we knew, she was dead. Murdered. She was bitten, with the intention of death, but it didn't kill her. She will have been in agony, and such great pain.

But we all know who did the final dastardly deed, he just can't be prosecuted. The wizard, who murdered Raven Yue, was Lucius Malfoy.

I gasped, and the letter fell from my hand, and to the floor, as did I. My long black skirt had flounced out in a circle around me, and whilst I sat on the floor, I felt my hands shaking, partly from cold, partly from shock. This couldn't be true. Not Draco's father. It couldn't. I sat there, and felt my eyes well up with tears, as I remembered back to the summer…

Sitting in the top box at the Quidditch world cup, The Malfoys had entered, and started to insult the Weaselys. But whilst the match was underway nothing was said. And then it finished, and whilst the Weaselys, Hermione and Harry left the top box, I dithered behind momentarily, to speak with Draco quickly. I had missed him over the summer.

I walked over to him, and touched him gently on the arm. He whirled around to face me, and began to speak. Turning to his parents, he had introduced me, but not mentioned my last name. They had seemed so friendly, asking who I was, and where I had come from. And so sympathetic about my past, when I told them I was orphaned.

And so, when I left to rejoin my party, they had old me to feel free to visit them whenever I wanted, which I did.

Tears flowed down my face as I thought of their betrayal, but being naïve as I was, I believed and trusted Draco's father over my own godfather. And so was the way in which my heart changed, although I did feel grief over it.

Tears still streaming from my over-sized grey eyes, there was a knock on a door, and I managed to sob a response.

It was Draco.

As I ran into his arms, tears convulsed out of me. Bu I couldn't stay like this. I needed to go and find Seiji. I knew that I might feel better if I could find him. I knew that he would be somewhere. But I was wearing so little, so I used my few ounces of spirit to make a request of Draco, "Draco, please. Please, can you go and find Ben for me. Please?"

He looked at me, the green-eyed monster flashing in his eyes, before he turned and walked slowly from the room. I once again sat on the floor, and then lay down my hands covering the tears that ran from my eyes. Next thing I knew, I could feel Seiji's warm hands on my back, and I lifted my head, tuning to look at him.

"You'll get ill if you just wear your underwear, you know."

"I didn't have time to change," I sobbed. And anyways, he could talk. He was only wearing pyjama bottoms.

"Lets get you into bed." He picked me up. I wasn't that heavy, and I knew that he was strong enough to get me to the bed; it was only a few feet away. As he laid me under the covers, I made a heartfelt plea.

"Stay with me?"

"Why?"

"Because, I'm not in the mood right now, to be all alone. I feel to vulnerable as it is, and I feel that I can trust you, not too hurt me."

He smiled, a soft smile, and climbed into the bed with me, holding me in his arms. He kissed me gently on the forehead, and then harder and more passionately on the lips. And then, as tears once again fell down my face, I nuzzled deep into his bare chest, whilst his arms enveloped me still further, and he buried his face into my black mane of hair.

"Thank you," I whispered, through my tears, as I fell asleep.