When I received the book list that year, a small badge also fell out of the envelope, with a shiny P written on it. P, for Prefect. I was a prefect!

I was a Prefect!

Remus nearly fainted when he saw it, and at the same time said that he would get my books for me that day, as he needed to get some stuff. I quickly wrote him a list of everything I needed, and he left the house, locking the door behind him. I sat in the house, and thought about showing him my diary that evening. Harry was right, I ought to show him.

And so I did. His reaction would have been funny to me, in any other situation, but not this case. His first look was ever anger, and then of great sadness, and pity. "I understand, now. I understand everything."

A week later found me sitting in the prefect's compartment on the train, although my luggage was with Harry, as were the cats. I sat, and listened to the announcements made, and what we were and were not allowed to do. The final thing we were told was the passwords for our various common rooms. Leaving the compartment with the request that we patrolled the corridors occasionally, to check for any trouble.

I made my way back to my luggage, and settled into a corner of the carriage, thinking that I would patrol later. I relaxed for a little while, and then stood up, leaving the compartment, and Harry, with some of his friends, in it. I made my way down the train, looking into compartments, to check that everything was ok. As I walked, I pulled the collar up on my shirt, hiding my neck.

I saw nothing that was wrong, and so made my way back to my own compartment, down the rocking train. I had not got far, however, when someone stood in front of me, blocking my way. I lifted my head, looking to see who it was, as I had been watching my feet, and saw Draco's familiar features in front of me.

"Hey," he greeted me. "Have a good summer?"

I nodded, and then motioned for him to let me pass. He moved to one side, and then put his arm on mine, to stop me. I turned to face him again, and he looked at me angrily, "Have I done something wrong?"

I shook my head.

"Then why aren't you talking?"

I did nothing.

"Kara, talk to me, for fuck's sake."

Still, I did nothing.

"KARA! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why the hell aren't you saying anything? Speak, goddamnit!"

Tears came to my eyes, as I could make no sound, and they dripped silently down my face, as I leant back on the carriage wall, lifting my free hand to my face, and hiding it.

"Kara? What's wrong?" I head Harry make his way towards me, and then he must have seen Draco. "Malfoy?" he spat. "What the fuck are you doing to my sister? Get your hands off her."

"What is it to you, Potter?"

"She's my sister," he growled. "Let. Her. Go."

"Ok, ok." He released me. "There you go. She can go."

I turned and fled down the corridor, back to the compartments, where I fell into the seat, more tears silently falling. I hid my face with my hands, and stared out of the window for the rest of the journey.

That evening, after the feast, I settled into a comfortable four-poster in my dorm, in Gryffindor. I had been downstairs, listening to Ginny and Kerkera exchange gossip, and converse over their summer holidays, whilst I stroked the cats, that were now both curled up on my bed, one behind my knees, the other in the small of my back.

I lay, and was in a semi-soporific state, with my eyes half-opened, when I felt someone climb into the bed in front of me, and put their arms around me, pulling me into them, and warming my body with their own. I opened my eyes, to see who was there. No one. There was no one in bed in front of me. I closed my eyes once more, and opened them.

I was no longer in my dorm in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but in fact in a new and strange place. And I was in someone's arms. I was in Seiji's arms. I shuffled closer into them, for if this were a dream, I didn't want it to end.

"Kara?" someone whispered in my ear. It was his voice too. I moved in even closer, with my hands between him, and myself palms laid flat on his chest. He snuffled into my hair. "Oh, Kara."

I lifted my head, as if to kiss the dream Seiji. But when I opened my eyes, he was still there. This was no dream. My mouth opened, and I let out a silent gasp.

"I missed you," he whispered. "Are you wondering why the hell you are here?"

I shut my mouth, and nodded.

"I brought you here, sorta telepathically. And I wish you could stay here. But now I have seen you, every night, every goddamn night, I will bring you here, so that I can see you."

I nodded.

"Do you promise to come?"

I nodded again.

"Is it my fault you don't talk? It is, isn't it? Dammit, well, this is gonna be difficult. Sorta, one-sided."

I smiled, a thin smile, but one all the same.

"I missed your smile. What the fuck am I on about? I missed you. I love you, y'know."

In answer to that, I kissed him, before laying my head on the pillow, beside his, and stroking his chest slightly.

"Are you falling asleep, already? Fucking hell, I haven't seen you all summer, and now you go and fall asleep. Bitch."

I cuddled in closer to him, and he once again put his arms around me.

"Sweet Dreams, Kara. Until tomorrow."

And I was asleep.