They took me to a filthy house, in the middle of a muggle estate. Entering the house, I at once cringed, and tensed, only relaxing when I was left alone, in my own room, at the top of the house.

The house belonged to Sirius Black, the old Black house, and was disguised to Muggles around it. Sirius seemed glad to have the house full of people, as the whole Weasely clan were staying, bar Percy, Bill and Charlie, the three eldest. Hermione was there too, but not Harry yet, meaning that I hadn't seen or spoken to him since the fight.

Sitting in my room, I sat dejectedly on the bed, staring into space, with only one thought in my head. Seiji. I missed him, missed him so much, that I ached with every fibre of my solitary being. I just wanted to see him, and I felt like my heart was being ripped out, and brutally stamped upon everytime I remembered Remus' words, and the look of anger on his face.

People would try to come and "talk me out of it"; Sirius and Remus would come most frequently. It would always go the same. I would be sitting on the bed, Sirius would stand near the door, easy escape route, and lean on the wall, with one hand resting on the doorframe. Remus would stand in front of me, and give me that look, the one he used to use when I was little. It was the one that said, 'you know you're wrong, and I know you know you're wrong, so why don't you stop being wrong, and start to be right'. The last time they had come to talk to me, they had taken a different track.

Remus had started, and spoke with kindness in his voice, "His parents were bad people, so he did us a favour by killing them. But he shouldn't have done it, Kara. You know that."

I just sat there, staring past him, or through him, my eyes burning through everything.

"Is he really worth it?"

My eyes flicked up to look into those of my godfather, "Yes." And they flickered away again.

Sirius spoke up, "Look, I'm going to be serious with you. Forget him. He's gone now; he'll probably be as good as dead when he comes out. He's done bad, and although you say you loved him, you've done nothing, or very little wrong. The best thing you can do is talk to Harry again; tell him you've forgotten it all. Come and spend time with everyone."

The blue in my eyes flashed furiously, as I stood up, "I will never, ever forget him. As long as I am alive, and safe, I will believe in him. How dare you tell me what to do. How dare you, what right do you have," I raised my hand to grab my wand from my pocket, but before I could, my knees sagged, and I fell back onto the bed, from lack of food, lack of use, and sheer exhaustion.

Remus helped me to my feet once again, despite my hostilities towards him, and I burst into tears, throwing my arms around him.

"I love him, I really do love him. I don't are what he did."

"I know, I know, shh, its ok." Remus comforted me.

"I'm sorry, for being so awful. I'm sorry that I'm such a bad goddaughter. I'm sorry for everything." My tears and feeling were genuine. I was truly repenting for how I had acted. I regretted how I had treated those who had been my friends, although I did not regret my friendship with Draco, or Seiji.

Sirius walked over as well, and laid his hand on my shoulder, "Come downstairs, there are some friends who want to see you, and I'm sure Molly has some wonderfully magical food that she can give you."

I tried to smile; only what came out was thin and watery, although still a smile. Sirius and Remus beamed back at me, "That's more like it, Come on."

Together, the three of us went downstairs, quietly. So as not to wake up an evil old picture pf Mrs Black, Sirius' mother. Eventually, we reached the kitchen, the only clean part of the house, in which Mrs Weasely was bending over an old AGA, upon which a large pot was happily boiling, Fred and George were deep in conversation in one corner, whilst Hermione, Ginny, and Ron were close to Mrs Weasely, with the two girls helping Mrs Weasely to lay the table, and Ron generally getting in the way.

When we walked in, everyone went quiet, and looked up, staring at us. Remus and Sirius walked over to the table, and whilst Remus offered to help Mrs Weasely, Sirius flopped into a chair. Eventually, Mrs Weasely came over to me, and enveloped me in a stiff hug, "Its good to see you, dear."

I smiled again, weakly, rooted to the spot. Ginny stood up, and I thought she was going to shout at me, so I was shocked when she instead through her arms around me. "I missed you, friend."

I let my arms surround her as well, and hugged her back, "I missed you too." Tears sprung to my eyes. This was not the reception I had expected. Hermione stood up and grasped my hand, whilst Ron spoke gruffly, and then George clapped me on the shoulder. It was only Fred who hung back, and when everyone else had gone back to doing something else, with Ron and Hermione having disappeared upstairs, and George soon following them, Ginny was again helping Mrs Weasely, who was deep in conversation with Remus and Sirius, he came over to me, and took my hands in his. Checking to see that the adults weren't looking he whispered in my ear, "Hold on tight."

I gave him a questioning look, and did as he said, as the blood rushed to my head, and I felt violently ill, before I looked around and found myself in my bedroom, with a tight grip on Fred's arm.

"How was that for your first time then?" he asked me.

I glared at him, feeling dizzy, "Never do that again, without warning me."

He smiled. "So, what's been up with you?"

"You know fucking well what's been up with me." I sat on the bed, and he sat down beside me, his hand right beside mine on the bed.

He smiled again, "Is it all sorted now?"

"It'll never be sorted."

"I suppose not. But can it be temporarily forgotten. Like, over the holidays?"

I looked at him, and he had an honest look on his face. I looked harder at him, trying to understand what he was getting at, and as I was doing this, his had brushed over mine, while the other one brushed along my cheekbone.

"You remember what I said, in your first term at Hogwarts?"

I nodded.

"Well, the offer still stands." He leant in towards me, and as his lips grazed mine, I closed my eyes.

He gave me one swift kiss, and when I opened my eyes again, he was standing, looking down on me.

"I'm gonna see what George is doing. I'll see you at supper." And he disapparated, making me jump.

I was so confused.