My name was being called from a floor below me, although not very loudly. I quietly made my way down the stairs, to find Ginny calling me.

"Hey, Kara, there you are."

"Uhuh. What is it?"

"Harry's here."

I went white, and began to shake, quickly sitting down on the stairs. I could see Fred and George a floor below us, with weird string like things coming from their ears. I sat for a minute, trying to clear my head, and think.

"Kara, are you ok?"

I looked up, and tried to smile, "Yeah, yeah. I'm ok."

"Well, shall we go and see him then."

"Ok, sure," I conceded.

We walked into the room that Harry was sharing with Ron, and Harry at first only saw Ginny, and then saw me. He greeted Ginny warmly, and then turned to me, his eyes seeming cold, and his mouth set in a hard line. "Hi."

"Hey."

"How are you?"

"I'm ok thank you. And you?"

"I'm ok." He seemed so distant.

"It's…It's nice to see you." I tried to break the ice.

"Yes, and you." He was lying. He had to be, after the last thing he had said to me, he must be.

"Did you have a good holiday, so far?"

"Tch. With the Dursleys? Unlikely." He smiled. Maybe he wasn't going to be so bad.

Mrs Weasely came to call us down for supper, and as the others went down, Harry pulled me back a minute, but only momentarily.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I said, it was way out of order. And I didn't mean it. Any of it. Well, maybe some of it. But not most of it. Look, I'm just sorry ok? Friends?" He held out his hand for me to take.

I took it, "Yeah. Friends."

And holding my hand, he pulled me into a brotherly hug, before leading me downstairs, and to the first true meal I had eaten all summer, in good company.

I sat next to Fred, around the large table in the kitchen, with the warmth of the fire protecting us from the chill of the evening. Whilst everyone around the table laughed, I smiled, and laughed only occasionally. When we had all finished eating, and all the plates were cleared, people began to settle into conversations, and I soon found my cat and kitten, close to the AGA, and pulled them onto my lap, absent-mindedly stroking them whilst listening to the conversation in which Fred was involved.

Next thing I knew, people were staring at me, and I looked up, a bewildered expression on my face. It turned out that Tonks, a young witch, had just asked me a question. She repeated it for me, "Hey, Kara, remember that time, when you were eight, and Remus asked me to baby-sit you for him?"

"Yeah, how could I forget," I smiled at her. She had bubblegum pink hair, that looked fantastically outrageous.

"What happened?" Fred asked, hen his hand had magically found mine, under a bundle of cats.

Tonks began to explain, "Well, Remus had to go out to see someone, and I was the only person he could think of to baby-sit, so he asked me, and I said, 'yeah, sure. Why not?' So here's me, turning up at Remus' house, to look after this eight year old girl, who was constantly hyperactivem which is also fine."

"Was I that hyperactive?"

Remus and Tonks answered in sync, "YES!"

"Oops."

Tonks laughed, and then continued, "So, this little girl is bored, and asks me to show her stuff, which I'm doing, like, showing her little charms, in which I broke loads of things, by complete accident, of course." Everyone laughed. "And then I started to do a little bit of transfiguration, which made Kara laugh so much. I remember turning the foot stool into a little dog, and all the cups into mice. But then they got stuck, and I couldn't undo it, so we had this little dog running around, and all these little mice everywhere."

"I remember standing on the chair and squealing, 'cause the mice were scaring me." I added.

"So, we ended up ignoring all these animals, and went to make some food. I did it the muggle way, so as not to have any accidents. Only I did. I was only doing something simple, baked beans on toast."

"But that was the first mistake, as I don't like baked beans. They used to make me even more hyper, and then I would always be sick."

"But I, of course, didn't know that. So I was cooking the baked beans on the hob, but I left them boiling, and they exploded EVERYWHERE, and made this huge mess."

"It was awful, and took so long to remove, even with magic," Remus joined in.

"And then the toast burnt as well, and set itself on fire, which I tried to extinguish and only ended up igniting more."

"I was lucky to still have a house by the time I got home."

"So, what happened in the end?" asked Hermione.

I answered her, "It was me that ended up doing the baby-sitting. I had to look after Tonks, as she had burnt her hands. I ended up cooking us both some noodles, and making us cups of tea, until Remus got home, and found Tonks fast asleep on the couch, covered in a blanket, and me cleaning the kitchen."

"She looked so ridiculous, this eight year old child, wearing this massive apron, and big rubber gloves. She was scrubbing so hard, and only making it worse," Remus concluded.

"I was so embarrassed when Remus woke me up," Tonks blushed. "I felt so bad, at having let Kara stay up so late."

"You were brilliant," I told her. "I had never had so much fun, when Remus had gone out before."

She blushed once more, and soon after that Molly sent us all to bed, which I was glad to do.

As we all traipsed up the stairs, Ginny and Hermione, and Harry and Ron said goodnight, as they disappeared into their rooms. Next George said goodnight, and left Fred and I on the landing.

"Well, night then," I said, about to continue up the stairs.

"Wait, not so fast." He grabbed my hand. And pulled me back towards him. Holding my face to his, he kissed me passionately, before letting go. "G'night." He walked into his room, and I continued to my room, falling to the bed, glad to feel loved.