Back from my little hiatus! Work was awful, but my vacation was amazing, so it all evens out in the end. Thanks again to my reviewers! Each review is a like a pat for my tender, geeky little ego.

Cathy awoke the next morning, jumped out of bed, and crossed off a day on her Princess Pony calendar. Only four more days until Saturday, she thought. Saturday's box was adorned with marker scribbles, including "BIG DATE WITH BOYFRIEND!"

Being an optimistic person, Cathy hadn't included that it was her first ever date. Or that the boy in question was actually a frightened, possibly illiterate acquaintance, not her boyfriend.

Nevertheless, Cathy went around school that day with a huge smile on her face, dressed in an outfit that, for once, didn't violate the "non-provocative" part of the dress code.

Her classmates were frightened, especially the boys. Many thought that this was somehow Cathy's new strategy, and a record number reported to the nurse with "headaches" - widely known as the best fake malady, since neither a fever nor vomiting is required.

And, at exactly 3:34, Cathy sat back down at her computer. A gleam of Mary-Sue madness appeared in her eyes and flushed her pale face. Star was back!

After dinner, Lily showed her new best friend Star where the Gryffindor dormitories were. It was a long, complicated journey, but Star knew her incredible intelligence and photographic memory would keep her from getting lost.

In the seventh-year dormitory, Lily introduced Star to her friend, Cecilia Raine LeBourgeois, pronounced "Lay-boor-gee-oh-ees", of course. Cecilia, or "Cecy-poo-cute-nickname," as she was called, was Lily's former best friend. ("Former" because of course, Star was now Lily's favorite. But Cecilia was okay with this.)

Before going to bed, the seventh-years crowded around Star, hoping to find out where she came from, and why she had randomly transferred to Hogwarts, and also why this was allowed. Of course, they didn't realize that no one could turn down Star, not when she was bruised and crying. And obviously beaten. And bruised, like, black and blue. (A/N: This is totally a hint!) (Cathy was trying to inject some mystery into her story, so it would have something for everyone. Hopefully a few brilliant readers would catch her subtle hints.)

But Star just smiled enigmatically and brilliantly, answering evasively but truthfullyly sincerely. "I just didn't like it over there - their - they're (One of them has to be right, thought Cathy.) in America."

Star looked away from the group of people, and her sapphire-diamond-ruby-emerald eyes glistened with tender, crystalline tears. She rubbed a still-fresh bruise on her arm as she lost herself in the dark, cavernous, cave-like, opaque cavern/cave of her memories. (Now that is a brilliant piece of writing!thought Cathy. Screw Mrs. Porker, the more adjectives, the better!)

(A/N: This is a flashback. From, like, the past.)

"No you may NOT have another sip of water! You disobeyed us! No one is allowed to help anyone else within these walls!"

CRACK! The whip smashed down again on Star's naked shoulders. She shivered and looked up at her assailant, fear in her eyes. She'd only tried to give away some of her bread to a small boy in the next cell. Star was just that sweet, kind, and self-sacrificing. Each bite of pain was worth it, for that boy would live to see another hellish day in the Evil and Torture Academy of United States...

(A/N: The flashback is now over. It's like, the present.)

Star wiped the tears from her eyes, turned away, and whispered to herself, "They hit and whipped me there. And I was starving, and it was full of perverts. PERVERTS!" (Just more of Cathy's excellent subtlety.) Even though Star had screeched "perverts" at the top of her voice, no one noticed. No one, that is, except one person.

Sirius Black.

(Yes, the really hot guy with silky black hair, piercing eyes, chiseled abs, and perfect teeth. Him.)

Concerned, he tapped Star on the shoulder.

"Are you OK?"

She turned around, startled. "I was just talking to myself, you know. I got a little - sniff - emotional." Star looked away. "I've had a hard life."

Sirius sighed. "So hard that deep inside you'll probably think you're just not capable or worthy of love. But I'll fix you, don't worry."

"What?" Star said.

"Oh, nothing. You want to talk about your past?"

Star's eyes filled with delicate tears, and Sirius immediately regretted the question. She was just so impossibly gorgeous that he couldn't act like a normal person around her. He was constantly coughing, running his fingers through his silky, shiny, silky hair, and shuffling his feet.

"Well, I'll talk to you later, then?" Sirius mumbled, feet still shuffling the two-step.

Star nodded and turned to go to the dormitory. As she passed Sirius, she brushed up against his side. Sirius felt what seemed like an electric shock, accompanied by tingling up and down his legs and arms. He promptly fell to the floor and began convulsing, his hair sticking up on end. (Now that's chemistry, thought Star, who obviously had never accidentally touched someone.)

Twitching on the floor, Sirius knew from that moment who his perfect girl was. He wanted to feel like he had been stuck by lightning all the time, and Star was the only woman for him. He ignored the stares from his fellow Gryffindors and stumbled up the stairs, his left leg still convulsing.

But Sirius didn't realize that Star was also lying on the ground twitching (although much more gracefully)...

Cathy didn't have any idea of what to write next, so she decided to let her readers help out a little. They were too stupid to realize anything, right?

A/N: SO! CLIFFHANGER, huh? Now what do you think should happen next? I totally know and all, I just want to hear what you think and laugh at how wrong you are. Really, I know what's going to happen. I have it all written out, even.

Satisfied, Cathy turned off her computer and jumped into bed. Was it her imagination, or was Cathy's hair slightly shinier than that morning? Of course, it could have been the accumulated grease - since beginning her story, Cathy had only showered once. What seventh-grader has time for hygiene when they're living in a fantasy world, anyway?

Sorry for the long wait - I've been having major writer's block. So, in true Cathy style, I'm going to ask if you have any ideas since I'm running out of inspiration. Maybe I should go read a few Mary-Sues for material...shudder! What I won't do for my work! ;)

Anyway, feedback, as always, is greatly appreciated. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far!