"C'mon," Fred began to pull away. "Mum wants us all to clean up the house while we're here. We've got to help tidy up. I think they're all in the drawing room. We'd better go and help them before we get yelled at. Not that that's anything too unusual."

I smiled as he stood up, "You go on down," I told him, "I'll be down in a minute. I just need to change quickly. And clean up a bit."

He smiled at me quickly, and kissed me on the top of the head, before leaving the room, and shutting the door quietly behind him. I heard him disapparate just outside my room, and when he had gone, I smiled slightly, and picked the letter off the floor, taking it and hiding it deep into my trunk. I was never, ever going to forget him. And whatever would happen, I would wait for him.

I pulled a pair of black jeans out of my trunk, and pulled them on underneath my nightie, before taking it off, and pulling on a strappy top, bright blue in colour, and embroidered with silver thread and silver beads. I didn't bother to brush my crazy hair, but instead pulled it into a thick ponytail, and tied it with a piece of blue ribbon that I found at the bottom of my trunk. To make myself look a little better, I threw on a bit of mascara, and blusher, before racing down the stairs, and into what I presumed was the drawing room, startling everyone in it.

Harry and Sirius were standing by a huge tapestry that also appeared to be a family tree, whilst the various Weasely's were cleaning and attacking various parts of the room. I made my way over to Fred and George, and began to help them with what they were doing, battling against creatures living in the curtains.

By the end of the day, we were all exhausted, and fell into the kitchen to another marvellous meal, that I didn't eat much of at all. Whilst everyone sat up talking, I made my way up to my room, and pulled out some parchment, a quill, and some ink, with the intent of writing a letter to Seiji, although he might never get it. I could at least write it, and keep it, so that I could give it to him when I would see him.

Because I was going to see him.

And nobody was going to stop me. Even if it took me a hundred years, I would get there in the end.

Sucking the end of the quill, I though about what to write. And then it all came in a rush.

My dear Ben,

I only just got your letter. It was only just given to me, and so I write back almost immediately. I try my best not to forget you, as I never wish to do so. I will live my life, and I wish for you to live yours, and hold all thoughts of Draco and myself close to your heart, so that they can never get to you. If you think of us, then anywhere you go, we will go to. That's all I ask of you. Never let our love go.

I hope that this letter may get to you, and bring about any joy that you might be able to have. I miss you more each day, and try to forget that I might not see you for a long time. Everyday I hope for you, and pray that you will one day be free, and that we can be together once again.

Every little thing beats in my heart a remembrance of you, and I wish with all my heart that everything were you.

Here the night is drawing in, and there is little light, so I must search for it. Search for the light that will lead me closer to you. I envisage a little wish in my heart, that you have the willpower to carry on everyday, and I pray that you never waver in your deference and strength of mind.

I will always love you. And never forget you, no matter how you beseech me so.

Please, if you may, write back to me. I depend upon you, and only wish to be with you in this time. I miss you with every fibre of my being.

Yours, as every new day begins, and every old one ends,

Kara

As I sealed the letter, I smiled a little through heavy tears that seemed to fall each time I thought about Seiji. These same tears had caused the ink to run all down the letter, which when sealed and undressed found its way into my hand.

I ran from the room, and down the stairs, hunting for Mrs Weasely. Finding her at last, alone, in one of the rooms, I gave her my most beseeching look, which I hoped would work, what with the tears still in my eyes, and my hopefully dishevelled appearance.

"Mrs Weasely," I began.

"Yes dear?" she looked at me cheerfully, her face falling when she saw the tears on mine. "Why, what is it?"

"It's this," I brandished the letter. "I need it to get to him. Please. Please help me."

I collapsed into tears, and she took the letter from me.

"I'll…I'll do what I can. I'm not promising anything." She smiled at me, "come now dear. Cheer up." She helped me up. "My gosh, look at the time. Off to bed with you now. Go on. Clear off."

She bustled me out of the kitchen, and I quietly made my way up the stairs, so as not to awaken the portrait. I walked past the door into Fred and George's room, and then doubled back again, walking up to it, and quietly knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" someone from inside called.

"Me," I answered.

Fred came and opened the door, allowing me to enter the room, and wrapping his arm round my waist as he did so, hooking me into him. I spun around to face him, and he pulled me into a kiss.

As we paused, and I leant back away from him, George spoke. "Ugh, you guys need to get a room."

"We already have one," Fred answered his twin, leading me over to his bed, and sitting down on it, pulling me onto is lap. I sat down, and smiled at George, who returned it with a broad grin.

I rested my head on Fred's shoulder, and listened half-heartedly to the conversation that he and George held. Without realising it, I began to fall asleep, and so Fred laid me down on the bed, and held a more hushed conversation with George, whilst I dozed contentedly.

The next thing I was aware of was Fred pulling the covers from under me, and climbing on the bed next to me, before pulling the covers over both of us. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer to him, whilst I pulled my hands protectively in front of me, until I was curled up into a ball in his arms.

I buried my face in folds of his shirt, smelling his yummy aftershave, and losing all thoughts of sadness, and feeling only happiness and sleep. He buried his face in my mounds of fluffy hair, and I also felt the two cats, that had taken to following me everywhere, settle somewhere on the bed.

I slept well that night.