* I've decided to take some inspiration from the Doctor Who soundtrack. I'm thinking of naming my chapters after some of the songs from Season 8. Though, as a disclaimer, I don't own the music, the BBc does along with Murray Gold. Now that that's done, read on!"

Clara was positively furious. I mean, how dare he? How dare John Smith think that Clara would just tell him everything? Merlin, he was an utter prat.

Of course, Clara knew that he was trying to protect her, but that wasn't John's job was it? If anything, Clara cared for John more! He would barely make it to class without her help! Clara sighed again. She was heading down to the Great Hall where she would hopefully be able to come up with a plan, while eating a bowl of hot porridge.

As Clara walked in, she noticed that the Great Hall was pretty much empty. Only Ginny was sitting there with her girlfriends, talking about God knows what.

Clara winced internally, as she realized that she would be eating alone today. At that moment though, Hermione tapped her shoulder.

"Hey," Hermione said calmly.

Clara swept a strand of hair that was on her face behind her ear. "Hello," she said with an equal tone.

"Listen, I'm sorry for the three prats in the common room," Hermione said.

Clara flinched. "S'ok," she said slowly. "I might've told them, had they not forced it out of me."

Hermione nodded. "I completely understand," she gave a worried glance. "But, if it's that bad that you have recurring nightmares about it, maybe you should talk to someone?"

Clara got the feeling it wasn't really a question. Clara took a deep breath. "When I'm ready, I'll tell someone. Or, when I talk to the right person, then I'll tell them."

Hermione looked hurt, like she wanted to be the one who solved the problem. It was kind of like the look John made whenever anybody brought up any sort of issue.

"Ok…" Hermione said hesitantly. "But, if you ever need to talk, girl-to-girl…"

Clara flushed. "It's not anything like that! No! I'll just talk to Ginny… Yeah."

"Very well," and Hermione walked off, with a nervous glance off her shoulder.

Clara took a seat at the Gryffindor table, away from Ginny. She sighed heavily, and buried her face in her arms, so that her head was face-down. Clara didn't feel like crying, no. But, John should've known better than to force anything like that out of her, maybe she should've told him her problem ages ago… But still, that didn't mean Clara was going to forgive John.

Also, there was the topic of Harry Potter. While Clara refused to think much of him, the little-girl crush was still there. But, today Harry had seemed different. Obviously grieved with his newfound discovery about Sirius Black, he seemed depressed. Clara really did feel bad for him, finding out a serial killer like Black being your godfather must've been awful.

Though, there was a nagging thought in the back of Clara's head that told her that something awful was going to happen, and it was related to Sirius Black. It wasn't even like Black was the one who caused the problem. It was more like, Clara knew Harry was going to feel grief, and Sirius was in the center of it all.

Clara just lay like that, on the table until another tap appeared on her shoulder.

"Are you dead?" Ginny's voice asked. It was meant in jest, but there was a hint of worry in her voice.

Clara slowly pulled her head out if her arms. She winced at the light. "I'm fine…" She grumbled.

"Don't look it," Ginny said as she slipped into a seat next to Clara.

"Killer headache," Clara said, though she wasn't really lying.

Ginny checked her over. "I believe you, she paused, "but there's something else…"

"Umm… I'm hungry?"

"Well, then you would've eaten something!"

"I couldn't because of my headache," Clara reasoned.

Ginny quirked an eyebrow. "Clara, I'm not stupid."

"When did I say you were?"

"You never said it, you just think I am," Ginny smiled, "and I'm here to tell you that I'm actually quite brilliant."

"Ok…"

"So, what's up?"

"People."

"God, I hate people," Ginny said sarcastically.

"Well, in my case it's more like particular people that are making me angry."

Ginny coughed, "John."

Clara rolled her eyes. "Not just him this time. Throw in Harry and Ron."

"What did my idiot brother do?"

Clara bit her tongue. She could already tell that the truth was going slip out any moment now… "They wanted me to tell them something…"

Ginny nodded. "Ok, and what exactly was this something?"

Clara felt her chest tighten. "Just, something."

"Ok, wanna tell me?"

Clara stared at her friend for a minute. Clara had never realized just how perfectly her friend's freckles fell on her face, or the way her flaming hair just accentuated her personality. It was infuriating really, to have a friend that was this… This… Unique.

Clara slowly shook her head.

Ginny shrugged. "Ok, then. Well, if that's it, I'm going to the common room-" she started to get out of her seat.

"Wait!"

Ginny rolled her eyes, but gestured for Clara to continue.

Clara inhaled. "Remember that day, on the train?" Ginny nodded. "Well," Clara continued, "the Dementors, when they attacked… I saw some stuff, that even now I don't understand! There was this woman, I don't know who, but she keeps popping up here and there in my head, and I don't know what to do!"

Ginny put a tentative hand on Clara's shoulder. "Keep going."

Clara shifted uncomfortably. "Everybody told me I screamed. I don't remember screaming, it just hurt. I saw things that were… Forbidden, that nobody should see. And I just gave out."

"What?"

Clara shut her eyes. "When I woke up, in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey said that… That I died. I mean, how does that happen? Apparently, I just came back to life! I didn't have a pulse for hours! And then, poof! I'm back."

Ginny gawked at her with wide eyes. "Wow. No I feel bad because I was hanging out with all my other friends, whilst my best friend was suffering from trauma!"

"No. Don't you dare blame yourself in this situation. Not for one moment, I swear if you do-"

Ginny smiled shyly. "I get it, I get it!"

"There's only one other person that knows…" Clara sighed.

Ginny cocked her head. "John? No, Hermione!"

Clara shook her head slowly. With guilt, she muttered, "Malfoy."

"You are kidding me!"

Clara buried her face in her hands. "I feel awful! I didn't tell my friends, instead I told my literal enemy! I hexed him last year too!"

Ginny smiled. "Sadly, I missed that."

Clara felt her heart sink. "Oh my Merlin, I forgot! What about you? I'm here ranting about problems, when you were in the bloody Chamber of Secrets!"

Ginny waved it off. "It was horrible, I'll admit. But, it obviously wasn't anything like what you went through, because I didn't die!"

Clara chuckled. "Only you could joke about my death."

"You're not dead Clara. You are very much alive, so be glad." Ginny twirled her hair within her fingers. "Do you think you'll tell John or any others?"

Clara exhaled. "No… I don't think so… At least, not now. When I'm ready to tell them. They're just not at the top of my lost right now."

Ginny pumped the air. "And I am!"

"Why is it that whenever I try to say something serious, you have to go and ruin it?"

Ginny gave a devilish grin. "I'm just like that." She furrowed her brow. "Hold on, you mentioned a woman that you saw…"

Clara shrugged. "I told you: I don't know her at all. She seems kind of familiar, but it's all weird. Though, every time I see her. She's usually with either this man with the largest chin I've seen, er dreamt, or this old man."

"D'you think you'll ever find out?" Ginny asked.

"One day, maybe."