As Ron and Harry escorted Elizabeth to Divination, Harry noticed her greet one of the Slytherins.

"Hey Antonio," she waved.

The conceited Spaniard turned his stormy gray eyes on her. "What do you want?" he spat.

"I just wanted to say hi," Elizabeth said innocently. She didn't take his tone personally.

Antonio just hmphed and turned back to the other Slytherins.

'Could have at least said, "hi," back,' Harry thought, annoyed.

Ron and Harry watched Elizabeth walk into the Divination classroom, then they turned to go to History of magic.

"You like her, don't you?" Ron asked as they made their way.

"Of course I do. She's funny and I can talk to her and she'd understand. What's not to like?" Harry responded offhandedly.

"I don't mean as a friend, and you know it," Ron said teasingly.

"What do you mean, then?" Harry inquired calmly. He really didn't want to discuss his gut feelings.

"I mean, do you like her like you used to like Cho?" Ron rephrased.

"What would make you think that?"

"The way you look at her. The way you stood up for her against James. The way you look mad when I joked about her and Firenze…I could go on."

"If I liked Elizabeth that way, it would be like you liking Hermione that way"

"Aha! I knew it," Ron declared triumphantly.

"What?" Harry was really confused.

"You just gave yourself away."

"How?  What did I give away?" Harry didn't know where this was going to lead.

"You said if you liked Elizabeth that way, it would be like me liking Hermione that way. And guess what, Harry?" Ron asked in a whisper.

"What?" he repeated.

"I do like Hermione that way."

Harry wasn't too shocked at that, but he was shocked at the fact that, indeed, he had given himself away. He was spared reply as the two of them entered the class.

All the way in classroom 11, Elizabeth was having problems paying attention in class. Today they were just practicing feeling insignificant. Elizabeth's mind was prone to drifting off to uncharted waters.

'Don't you wish Harry had this class?' a mischievous voice said in her head. 'Oh, be quiet,' she thought back to it. She couldn't help it; she began to doze off.

Elizabeth was floating high above Hogwarts castle and clothed in white. There was no light anywhere. There no stars, no moon, and no sun. "Lumos solem," she muttered. She didn't have a wand, but it worked all the same. The sky was lit up with a myriad of stars. All was good.

A dark force in the shape of storm clouds arrived. They blocked out all the light Elizabeth produced. Lightening was hitting everything.

"YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!" she cried out.

An evil voice laughed softly. "Neither are you."

Elizabeth's light faltered behind the clouds. It flickered until it was almost out. A familiar phoenix then flew into view, and with it, a well-known voice and a golden glow. "You belong with us. You belong with us," it whispered soothingly into her ears. The voice sounded oddly like Harry's. It chanted those words again and again. In the background of everything was the phoenix's eerie but beautiful music.

Then lightening struck. The phoenix was hit and it fell. The music and the voice vanished as the phoenix landed on the ground.

As Elizabeth looked down, she noticed that the phoenix was no longer a bird. It was a large, black dog. Then the canine began to take another form; human. She looked at its face, felt a sudden sense of loss, and gasped, for it was…

"Elizabeth!" called Parvati Patil. She was kneeling over Elizabeth, tapping her face.

"That's it. Come back to us," said Lavender.

As Elizabeth's eyes slid back into focus, she realized what she just saw. "No, no," she muttered faintly as she wiped her eyes of her tears. "I must not, no. No, I can't…" she mumbled desperately, "Can't let it happen."

When Elizabeth finally got a grip on where she was, she stayed after class to talk to Firenze. "Do you explain dreams?" she asked him.

"Not usually. Are you in need of advice?" Firenze replied.

"Yes. I fell asleep in class and had a dream I would like to know about. If you could help me understand it, I'd appreciate it."

"This is an odd request, but I shall consult the stars about this dream. Next lesson, I shall give you a time where you and I can speak freely, without any interruptions."

"Thank you so much," Elizabeth exclaimed in relief. She wanted to hug him, but decided against it and walked out to meet Harry and Ron.

"I swear, Elizabeth, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you fancied Firenze," Ron commented as she joined them.

"If you came from my home, from where I live, with my brain longing for something more than my boring life, you'd want to be friends with a centaur, too," Elizabeth explained shortly.

"At least I wouldn't have been ogling him like you were."

Elizabeth's mouth dropped open in surprise. "How can you even say such a thing? I respect him; I like talking to him, and I think he might actually like and trust me back. It's the same way with me and you, but nobody's making fun of us, are they? It's the same way with me and Harry, but nobody's teasing us, are they? I didn't think so. Because me and him are just friends, and it's ridiculous to think we'd be anything more!" she ranted.

'Crap,' Elizabeth thought. She could literally see Harry taking that remark the wrong way. His eyes flashed dangerously. "Um…" she stammered. "When I said me and him are just friends, I was talking about Firenze."

The look didn't die away instantly, but it did seem to sooth it away slowly. Harry shook his head, baffled by what he'd just felt.

The day went on, and the week went by. Things were as normal as they could be at Hogwarts until the next Wednesday Harry had to teach.

(A/N: Okay, these are quite long now….he he he ^_^

Naja607: Why are you sad? I hope your okay, whatever happened! Don't worry, this might be forty chapters at the most…Maybe I don't want anyone in my backyard O.o  lol…^_^

Rocky235: Welcome to my small group of reviewers. I really appreciate all your reviews. Sadly, I know many people like James. I gave him the same name as this kid in my class who would act like that. *shrugs shoulders* The Gryffindor team couldn't beat up Malfoy in the second tryouts because McGonagall was there…Really think they'd want to get into trouble, again? Umbridge isn't there to revoke quidditch privileges, but Malfoy's not worth detention. Nice to know you like long chapters…but…eh…what are you going to do when I have my really short ones towards the end? *evil grin*

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