Christmas came, and passed, and I went to the Weaselys with Harry, and the Weaselys, enjoying a pleasant rest from school, and still spending every night in Seiji's comforting and warm arms, wherever he was. I was sitting in the kitchen, curled up on a chair by the warm fire, watching Harry and Ron peeling sprouts for Christmas dinner, listening half-mindedly to their conversation, and then noticing before they did that Fred and George were entering the room, just as Harry was mid-sentence, "Yeah, well, passing over Fred's left buttock—"

"Well, it is a very nice left buttock," said Fred, as he and George walked in, coming over to me and hugging me, "but changing the topic…"

Their conversation continued, and after a while, Fred and George announced that they were going into the village, turning to me, they asked me if I wanted to go along. I nodded, and pulling on my long black coat and scarf, accompanied them on the icy cold walk through the heavily falling snow, barely noticing as Fred grasped my mittened hand in his.

We walked into the village, and into the local paper shop, where a pretty muggle girl was standing behind the counter, whom Fred and George started to shamefully flirt with, in front of me, with the pretence of buying me some chocolate. I didn't particularly like chocolate, and I didn't like it even more, when they told the girl that they were buying the chocolate for their "Little sister" who basically "begged us to come in". I hit George particularly viciously on the arm, and stomped hard on Fred's toe, before turning on the spot and leaving the shop, so that all they could do was trail after me.

Remus was coming for Christmas as well, so we were all shifting rooms to accommodate everyone, what with Ginny, Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Mr and Mrs Weasely, Remus, Bill, and Bill's annoying fiancée, Fleur, as well as myself, it was all a bit cramped. I was sharing Ginny's room, with Ginny and Fleur, but Ginny herself was barely coping. I found it quite amusing, especially when Fleur's extravagant clothes got everywhere. She seemed to spend a lot of time looking for particular things, and hissing accusations at us in French. Pity I could speak the language, really, and every time she hissed, "Oú est ma brassiere?" I would answer her, an surprise her with my semi-accurate French, "Je pense c'est sur ton lit."

It worked every time.

It was good to see my godfather again, and he talked to me for a long time, checking that I was ok, and that everything was going ok.

That evening we listened two a radio broadcast of Mrs Weasely's favourite singer, and whilst the others seemed to find it a bit boring, I thought I had heard worse. After having some eggnog, which I declined, we eventually all went to bed, and woke up the next morning with presents at the end of our bed. I opened them all, and found a soft pale blue jumper from Mrs Weasely, that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight with a silver sheen. Harry gave me a book, and Remus another diary, like the other one, which was fast running out of space. Ron had got me some sweets, as had George and all my other friends. Fred had given me a silver bangle that was heavy and round. I loved it. From Draco I received a new sketchpad, on the front of which was printed an intricate Celtic design, in silver, which looked incredible on the black of the cover. And from Seiji, wherever he was, I received a beautiful silver necklace, which was a simple chain, upon which hung a beautifully designed Celtic cross, that appeared to have small flowers growing amongst its amazingly criss-crossed form.

We ate our Christmas dinner, that was interrupted, but held happily enough, and went to bed happily bloated and content. Whilst I listened to Fleur snoring, and Ginny's deep breathing, my mind wandered, until I heard my name being called, by Seiji. I closed my eyes, tight, and then opened them again, to find Seiji smiling down on me.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered, kissing me.

I smiled, and kissed him back, encircling my arms around his neck, and pulling him closer to me. My happiest memories with Seiji were always around Christmas time, and I bathed in the warmth of his company for as long as I could hold my consciousness would hold out, before once again falling asleep in his ever present arms, a small smile on my face.

I snuggled deeper into my jumper from Mrs Weasely on the cold train, listening to the buzz of voices around me, but only remembering what Seiji had said to me the night before.

I had been lying in a semi-comatose state, when he had shaken me awake, and started to speak, urgency in his voice.

"Kara, you have to go now."

I looked at him, confused.

"You need to go back to wherever you are, because I have to go."

I was still very confused.

"I'm sorry. I have to go away, but I'll hurry back, ok?"

I nodded uncertainly whilst he kissed me on the forehead.

"I'll be back soon, I promise. Sleep well." He kissed me once more, and then I closed my eyes, and opened them in my bed at the Weasely's.

I hadn't slept well that night, if at all, for I kept waking up from unpleasant dreams, most of which involved me being strangled. My neck hurt more than ever the next morning.