Don't you know that I will stand up for you, No matter what you are going through -BBMAK

"Elizabeth, there you are," called Harry. He hoped he'd catch her in the halls. She was still carrying her broom.

"What d'you need?" she asked. He looked quite out of breath.

"Dumbledore wants to see us," Harry stated.

"Does that mean Ron and Hermione, too?" Elizabeth asked hopefully. Her good mood started ebbing away.

"No, no. He made it pretty clear that it should be just the two of us," Harry answered, now realizing Elizabeth's nervousness. "He can't want to see us about that. We didn't really do anything," he reassured.

They walked in silence to Dumbledore's office. McGonagall came down and moved the stair case for them. They went upstairs to find Dumbledore's office empty. Once again, there was the Pensieve, on his desk, with a silver thread inside.

Harry looked inside, and saw his mum and dad. "Elizabeth, we've got to go in here," Harry called. He knew he wanted to see what was happening. He didn't care of the consequences. He was going to see his parents, and show them in their youth to Elizabeth.

Before Elizabeth knew what Harry was doing, he pulled her and himself into the Pensieve.

His parents were behind the willow, now motionless.

"Ha, ha, ha. You think you're so funny, Potter," a girl with vibrant red hair and green eyes laughed.

"Oh, but I am," a boy with raven black hair contradicted. He had hazel eyes. Elizabeth noticed he was quite handsome.

"The girl's my mum, Lily, and the boy's my dad, James," Harry informed.

Elizabeth nodded and continued watching them.

"That's what you like to think," Lily said stubbornly.

Elizabeth and Harry didn't see the man standing near the lake, watching the girl and boy. They didn't see his pearly white beard glint in the sunlight. Nor did they see when an exact replica of that man appear and began heading over to them.

James lifted an eyebrow before pulling Lily into what looked like an earth-shattering kiss.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, Potter?" Lily asked in mock-outrage.

"Kissing you, of course," James said with no humiliation.

"Hello, you two," greeted Professor Dumbledore, "I believe I asked to see you, not for you to look inside my Pensieve." He pulled Elizabeth and Harry out of it and said, "Why don't we try this over?"

"Hello, Harry, Elizabeth," greeted Professor Dumbledore, once again, not missing a beat, "Now that you both are above the legal age now, I have a task for you to accomplish."

Elizabeth's eyes lit up and Harry's face was unreadable.

"In this bottle is Pallas, the fallen asteroid, but for the sake of consideration, we shall call it a star, though it is not really. This year, it will be exactly one hundred years since the last six stars fell.

"Every century, six stars fall from the sky. These six stars are destined to fall. They hold a great power. The holder, once joined to a star, will have great amounts of magical power. It is so great, if a squib were to join with a star, he would become a wizard, a fully qualified wizard, if, of course, the star never leaves him.

"There is a magic, stronger than the stars, and in order to wield that magic, you must hold, in your hand, all six stars of your century. This magic will do whatever you want it to do, except bring back the dead," Dumbledore added at the look on Harry's face.

Hope grew and died in Harry's chest. It decayed, leaving his heart hollow, his face, depressing.

"Harry, I want you to hold three stars with you at all times. Elizabeth, you will hold the other three. Others will find them for you, except for the fifth one. That one you may visit the Burrow and look for yourself. You must protect the stars at all costs. The magic they hold will be of great importance against a certain someone," Dumbledore paused, and looked Harry in his emerald eyes, making sure there was no trace of red in them, before he added, "Voldemort."

Pallas was inside a rose-colored bottle. Dumbledore handed it to Harry and Elizabeth felt as if Dumbledore had given Harry her heart in a bottle.

"Sir, in divination, we were to pick a celestial body to represent us and we were to watch its movements…"

"Yes, yes, Firenze told me you would tell me about this. He seems to think you are very worried about your heavenly choice falling out of the sky. Now, I do not give out such predictions as Professor Trelawny did, when she was teacher, but I do know a thing or two about astrology. Would you like me to detect something in your star chart, whether or not you are in grave danger this year?" Dumbledore offered.

"You don't even have to check that, sir," Elizabeth admitted laughingly, "I know I'm in danger this year. I'm hanging around with Harry, aren't I?" She thought for a minute, maybe he could see major mistakes or something. "On second thought, why don't you check, just to be sure, Professor? I want to know if I die before I can help Harry get out of a jam this year," she added with a smile that was far from what she was feeling.

"Alright, just give me a moment," Dumbledore requested as he walked to the back of his office, pulled out some papers, looked them over, checked and rechecked them, all the while, muttering to himself.

"No, this can't be right. It can't be. Ah ha! Of course! Never thought I'd make that mistake again… Okay, right. Good, excellent. Okay…"

"Now, Elizabeth, you will be satisfied in knowing that no evil will befall you before April, where you catch a bad bout of sickness, didn't exactly tell me what it was, though. After that? It seems like smooth sailing. You finally take your place in life around June, the end, I believe. And, erm…If I do say so, myself, Venus and the sun have an interesting little conjunction that reflects the event of the ones controlled by Venus and the sun. If you resort to your basic zodiac knowledge, you will remember which signs are governed by which planets. In case you are confused over Venus, I have a feeling Venus is controlling Libra for the next year and a half," Dumbledore explained.

Elizabeth sighed in unrestrained relief.

"Why were you worried you'd die before you could help me?" Harry asked Elizabeth as they headed back to Gryffindor tower.

"Because I would never forgive myself if I left you, in this world. I know your list of people alive that you know and love is growing shorter. I would hate it if I had to be erased from that list before you realized how good life can be, sometimes," Elizabeth replied, as she looked Harry right in the eyes.

"So, I take it, that means, that whatever happens this year, you won't leave my side?" Harry inquired.

"Not if you offered me a million doll-er…galleons," Elizabeth corrected. She smiled as Harry said something else jokingly.

"That is going to be interesting."

"So…what are you doing at Hogsmeade, for Halloween?" Elizabeth asked him, not quite knowing what he was going to say.

"I am going around town with the most clever American witch I know," Harry answered proudly.

"Oh, please, she's the only American witch you know," Elizabeth teased, "Whether or not she's clever, is debatable."

"It is not. Why, last year, when Hermione was gone, that American witch was the cleverest witch in Gryffindor," Harry complemented.

"Hardly," Elizabeth snorted. "But then Hermione came back," she finished.

"Yes. No matter how hard you try, you're not going to be able to match up to her," Harry commented.

"I don't even want to try. I'm content being myself, with my low standards. I feel no competition with anyone, not even myself," Elizabeth confessed.

"You mean you have no ambition?" Harry rephrased.

"No, not really. It's not the kind of ambition Slytherin demands, that's all. Mine is to get through life with a few friends, knowing I cared for them and did my best to make their life worth living," Elizabeth replied. Harry was surprised at the fact that she cared so much about friendship.

"Would that include boyfriends?" he asked shamelessly.

"Love isn't love without a lasting friendship beneath it, so, I guess that would mean boyfriends, too," Elizabeth responded. She looked embarrassed.

Elizabeth told Harry about her idea this time they went to Hogsmeade.

"We wear masks, and costumes. Then, we can go around and play pranks on people. They'll never know it was us!" she suggested.

"We could do that with the invisibility cloak," Harry replied, "And besides, wouldn't you rather spend the time talking with me?"

"Yeah…You know what, Harry? I think you actually might know what goes on in this very complex head of mine," Elizabeth commented as she pointed to her head.

Harry smiled at her. He never noticed he smiled this much until Elizabeth. Last year, he'd got to know the surface of her personality. Now, since he was getting deeper into her complicated mind, he found he liked it.

(A/N: I am feeling very very nice right now. I feel like since you're my only reviewer, Tekvah Ariel, you deserve an extra chapter. I chose a daisy because I'm stupid...:-p. I actually wasn't planning on Charlie and his Butos ever coming into the story again. They might now...but not soon...XD. Elizabeth had to work hard to get good at Quidditch, just like a normal person...:-) I think writing's awesome. I'd so rather do that than review, but I review because I love to read...How knows? If I don't review, maybe someone won't write, and then I won't get to read....:-D I won't update again, today. I was just feeling generous.