When I woke up, I was yet again in St. Mungo's. I seemed to spend half my life in there. Sitting beside my bed was Remus, asleep, and still looking exhausted, and much worse that I had ever seen him before. I smiled at him, wishing for him to sleep easy for a while longer yet.

I shifted slightly in the bed, trying to become more comfortable, and closed my eyes once more, drifting into a shallow sleep.

When I awoke yet again, Remus was no longer there. Seconds later, he returned, holding a cup of coffee. I smiled at him, and tried to move into a sitting position. He helped me up, by moving the pillows, and asked me how I was feeling.

I didn't speak. I still couldn't, the sounds just wouldn't come out.

"Well, after you'd fallen from about thirty feet in the air, and landed in a strange way, you were brought here, with several broken limbs. They're all healed now, and you were simply asleep, and didn't wake up. Until now," he explained it all.

I nodded. I thought I understood. And I closed my eyes momentarily, and thought back to what I last remembered. It all came flooding back.

Remus continues hesitantly, "Harry's fine. Ron and Hermione will be fine; Neville, Ginny and that other girl are all ok. Moody soon recovered, Tonks is here as well, and getting better. Kingsley is back at work already." He forgot Sirius.

Why didn't he mention Sirius? He was looking all say again, and worried. I looked at him, and smiled, and so he continued, "And Sirius," he choked up, tears coming to his eyes, "Sirius, Sirius is dead."

Tears slid down his face, and he wiped them away, as I put my arms out to him, and hugged him. I knew that it must be hard on him, two of his best friends now dead, and the other one, the man who had betrayed my parents, a Death Eater.

Tears came to my eyes as well, and they fell, until I stopped them.

He pulled away, and wiped his eyes, ashamed at his own tears. "We can see Tonks whenever, I think she's ok for visitors. The healers have said that you could go home as soon as you've woken up," he handed me some clothes, "so, put these on, and we can go and see Tonks." He strode out of the cubicle, drawing the curtains around it, giving me privacy in which to change.

Once I had pulled on the jeans and t-shirt, I climbed off the bed, and made my way out of the ward to find Remus. He was sitting on a chair outside, and when he saw me, he stood up. He was looking so old, older than he should do.

"She's this way."

I followed him, as he led me through the maze of corridors and healers, to Tonks' ward. She looked pale and small in the bed, despite her shocking pink hair, but by the time we had left, she seemed to have perked up quite a lot, and didn't look quite so bad. Apparently she was meant to be leaving the hospital soon.

We said our goodbyes, and left the hospital, catching the London underground to our home, an old house in the suburbs, an area called Hillingdon. The house was quite large, and it was good to be home again, as it was a cosy house.

"Hey Kara," Remus began, whilst he hung up his coat in the hall, " Do you wanna redecorate the house this summer?"

I nodded, I loved painting the house, and even at the age of four I was scribbling on the walls with my crayons. I looked at him and smiled.

"Good. It really needs it." He poked one of the walls experimentally, and as if to prove his point, the wallpaper itself fell down, in a roll to the floor.

I smiled even more.

"Its not funny!" he protested. "Stupid house," he walked off muttering, and returned minutes later, pressing a cup of tea into one hand, and a handful of samples in the other. I took a sip of the tea, and looked through the samples.

"Which one for in here? I was thinking of cream," Remus mused.

I threw all the cream samples on the floor, disregarding them. Before leafing through different colours.

By the end of the day, I had decided on a cream, but only as a base colour, and I had drawn a design for the rest of the room, in cream, with burgundy vertical stripes it, of various thicknesses. All in all, it looked pretty amazing, if I said so myself.

I overslept, and by the time I woke up in the morning, Remus had already wall papered, and got the paints in. He was applying the base colours, and whistling away to himself, whilst I ate breakfast, and then changed into some old overalls he had found for me. Pulling these on, I grabbed a paintbrush, and together we managed to get the walls done pretty quickly, so that they would be ready for striping tomorrow.

Paint in our hair, and covering our faces, we had our evening meal, and I fell into bed, exhausted, whilst Remus painted the window frames, and skirting boards.

In the morning, I was all ready to continue with the painting, and picking up the paintbrush, when Remus came into the room, "Hey, hang on, until tomorrow. They're coming back from Hogwarts today, and I said we'd go and meet them at the station. Is that ok?"

I nodded, as was becoming my habit now. I was forgetting how to speak at all, and Remus seemed to be getting used it now. I was one of those 'emotionally lapsed' people. Or something weird like that.

"Oh, and Kara,"

I looked up at him.

"I got you this," he handed me a book. "Its so you can write your feelings and thoughts down, and then show it to people, if you like, but not if you don't want to. It'll hopefully help you. I hope."

I smiled at him, and he patted me on the shoulder.

"That's ok. I hope it'll work. Now, go and get changed, so that we can go and meet the Weasely's. I think we're all going in one car, and we need to pick up Tonks and Moody as well."

I ran up to the room, and placed the book on my bed, so that I could look at it more later. Reaching into my wardrobe, I pulled out some clothes, a short white skirt, that had blue flowers embroidered in it, and a white strappy top, over the top of which I pulled on a thin blue shrug, and a turquoise necklace. Grabbing a pair of flip-flops out of the wardrobe, I ran down the stairs, to find Remus in a suit, with the house keys in his hand.

"The taxi is waiting."

I walked out of the door, and climbed into the open door of the waiting taxi. It was empty, so I presumed we were picking everyone else up along the way. Remus climbed into the car next to me, and quietly spoke to the driver. Before I knew it, we were scooting along, whilst I leant against the window, and watched London passing by.

And then we stopped, and Remus got out of the car, to go and find whomever it was we were picking up. The driver turned to me, and started speaking to me in a heavy cockney accent, "So, what does your dad do for a job then?"

I looked at him blankly.

"Er, is he not your dad?"

I shook my head, and the driver looked out the window and grunted, and then looked at min the rear view mirror once again, "So, going anywhere on holiday this summer?" I looked at him blankly again, and was glad when Remus returned again, this time climbing into the front.

"The other two are just coming," he told the driver, "but I think I'll sit in the front to direct you this time."

"Ok then, sir," he pointed his thumb backwards, and indicated me, "Can she not speak? She dumb or something?"

I suppressed a smile, as did Remus. "No, she had an emotional time, and hasn't spoken since then."

I could tell this scared the driver slightly, and he looked even more scared, when two more people climbed into the cab, both with shockingly ginger, hair, and bright green dragon-skin jackets. It was Fred and George, and I threw my arms around him, when he climbed into the cab first, and then hugged George as well, though with not as much pleasure as with Fred.

I had missed him.

By the afternoon, we had eaten lunch in London, after meeting up with Mr and Mrs Weasely, and Tonks, and also picking up Moody. Remus disappeared for a short while, and then later we were all at Kings Cross Station, waiting on Platform 9, standing out quite a lot, what with Tonks' bright pink hair, and Moody's scary looking bowler hat, that covered a magical eye.

And then finally, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny broke through the barrier between the two worlds, and made their way over. Harry seemed shocked to see us all, and hugged everyone in turn, coming to me last. "How are you?"

I just smiled at him, and he frowned slightly. It wasn't until Lupin came over, that he understood. "She doesn't talk any more, Harry. No one knows why, she hasn't told us, but she just doesn't talk. Now, lets go see this aunt and uncle of yours."