We went to talk to Harry's aunt and uncle, and basically gave them a good warning about not to treat him badly. I had stood beside them, and before he left, he turned and hugged me quickly, "I'll see you soon, ok?"

I nodded, and then walked off with the others, finding myself standing beside Fred, who took my hand in his, and grasped it tightly. He leant his head in towards mine, and whispered in my ear, "George and I have moved. We're living above the shop now, our shop. Will you come and visit?"

I looked up at him and smiled, as he squeezed my hand once more. "Good." He kissed me lightly on the head, before turning to the others, and addressing the others, "Well, as nice as it was to see you all again, we have people to see, and so we must go, goodbye."

"Farewell, dear friends," added George, and the two of them disapparated, totally disappearing from sight.

"What do they think they're up to, apparating in broad daylight like that?" I heard Mrs. Weasely muttering. "So, so stupid. Dangerous, inconsiderate…"

After a while longer, Remus and I said goodbye, and returned home, as the evening was drawing in, and although it was summer, it was still getting cooler.

Once home, Remus collapsed into a chair, listening to the wireless, as I supplied him with tea and cookies, home made by yours truly. After and hour or so, I disappeared into my room, and sat on the bedim curling my legs underneath me. Picking the book on my bed up, I looked at it, with more concentration. It was made of dragon skin, and soft and supple in my hands, at the same time as being firm. There was a tie on it, upon the end of which were attacked large silver beads, and engraved on the front, in silver writing, were my initials, KHP. I ran my finger over them, before rolling over, so that I was lying on the bed.

I grabbed a pencil from my open bag at the foot of the bed, and, opening the book on its first whit page, I began to write.

The Property of Kara Helena Potter Started two months after her Fifteenth Birthday

Recording her thoughts and feelings after her attack

For Seiji Furu-yama

I looked at it, and made a few touches, so that it looked more ornate, before grabbing a quill and some black ink from my bag, and doing the pen work over the top of it, in my fine calligraphic hand. I had just finished writing this, when Remus called me up the stairs. Screwing the lid back onto the ink, and laying my quill on my bed, I rolled off it, and made my way downstairs, accompanied by shouts of "Food is done!" and "NOOOO…DON'T YOU DARE SET YOURSELF ON FIRE TEA TOWEL!"

Smiling to myself, I walked into the kitchen, and helped Remus to serve up the salad and chicken breast, which was the cause of the burning tea towel. Grabbing our plates, we walked out into the small garden that came with the house, and settle into the cream wrought iron chairs on the decking, catching the last rays from the setting western sun.

I did the washing up that night, whilst Remus applied dotted lines to the wall, marking the outline where we were to paint burgundy and paler coloured striped the next day. Whilst I was drying up, and putting things away, he called into me from the living room, "Oh, Kara, I forgot to say, I ordered some furniture from a muggle shop today. The new carpet comes next week, and then the new blind comes on Friday, I think. And I ordered a new suite as well, leather, really nice. And I got a new bed, for you. I think the old one is a bit short for you now, but we can probably sell that somewhere, with the old suite."

I went to the doorway, and nodded at him, as I had now totally forgotten how to speak.

A few weeks into the summer holidays, Remus received a letter from Professor Dumbledore, telling him lots of things, as well as stuff about me, the main information being that I was to return to Hogwarts next term, and also that I was to return to Gryffindor House. I was puzzled, but at the same time I understood. At least Ginny was speaking to me now, so it wouldn't be so hard.

Later that same week, I had a small bag packed, with a few clothes and some overnight things, as I was going to stay with Fred and George for a little while. We had already managed to decorate and complete the living room, the kitchen was being refitted by some muggle workmen, a good enough reason for me to move out, and mine and Remus' bedrooms had also been redecorated, mine with pure white walls, apart from the black skirting, and the black stripe around the ceiling, and Remus' pale blue.

We arrived at Diagon Alley without too much bother, and found our way to the shop, which wasn't hard to miss. It was incredibly busy inside, and so I hugged Remus goodbye outside of the shop, whilst he assured me that he would see me in a few days, and we would hopefully have a kitchen again by then.

I walked into the brightly lit shop, which was covered from head to floor in tricks, and jokes, with brightly coloured posters everywhere. It was positively heaving, and I struggled through the crowds, and made my way to the counter at the back of the front of the shop. There was no one standing there, and so I waited for what felt like ages. Eventually, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and jumped into the air, to see George standing there, "Hey, Kara! Go into the back, and make your way upstairs. Fred'll be up in a minute."

I nodded, and went to go, when he put his arm on mine again, and gave me a quick one-armed hug, "Its good to see you."

I smiled, and made my way through a doorway to the back of the shop, that was littered with boxes, before finding the stairs, and making my way up them too, to find a large, and very spacious flat. The first room I walked into, upon rising up the stairs, was painted a beige colour, with a lime green stripe around the centre of the wall, and a big red sofa, as well as black leather recliners.

I left my bag just to the side of the top of the stairs, and sat on the sofa, relaxing into it, feeling exhausted after standing in the shop for about ten minutes. I had just begun to relax, when I heard a small pop in my ear, although just behind me, causing me to jump. Next thing I knew, Fred's arms were around me and hugging me tight, "I'm glad you're hear," he whispered in my ear. "It's good to see you."

I squeezed one of his hands.

The week passed quickly, and before I knew it I was back at home, and relaxing in my new room, enjoying the comfortable new bed. The new kitchen was nice, and we'd had an AGA fitted, which made the house warmer than it had been for a long time, even throughout the summer.

I had not yet been home three days, when it was decided that I was to go to the main Weasely home for a little while, but only a couple of days, to see Ginny, and Harry, and all the others. Hermione was staying as well, in Ginny's room, and so when I arrived, Ron, who was in his own room, moved into Fred and George's, with Harry, giving me Ron's attic room to myself. It was smelly, well, it smelt of sixteen year-old boy in there, and as obvious as it was that Mrs. Weasely had tried to clean up, there was still evidence that Ron had been hiding stuff from her, in there, for a VERY long time.

I know that Harry found it hard to be around me for long, as I didn't talk, and so no one seemed to understand what I was going through. It would be easier if I told them all, but I didn't know what to do. I had written everything down in the notebook, which had been a great help, but the bruises were still around my neck, hence the reason that I had been wearing I collared shirts for a very long time, to hide them. I knew they would never fade, and they looked like burns.

I had been pondering the idea of letting Harry, and his friends, and also maybe Ginny, read the diary, for a very long time. I didn't want to anger them, but I knew it would be better if they knew. It took so much deliberation, but after a while, on the final day of my visit, I passed the diary to Harry, tapping the cover, instructing Harry to read it.

Two hours late, he came into Ron's room, his face a cloud of anger, and his hand's shaking. "I am so, so sorry, that there was no one to help you. I am so sorry, and I will help you, I promise you that, I will help you. You will not be alone." He laid the book down on the bed, "I will never let anything like this happen to you again, ok?"

I nodded.

"Has Remus read this yet?"

I shook my head.

"Let him read it. He must. He needs to understand. Ok?"

I smiled, a thin watery smile, as the tears dripped down my cheeks. I was such an emotionally person. Being the nice brother that he was, he put his arms around me and hugged me, "I'll look after you, sister. I'll look after you."

It was him that I feared for.