Harry came back to the present with an unpleasant thump. The locket was lying open, but the picture was now motionless. 'What on earth was that about?' he asked himself. Suddenly, several screams pierced the night.

Harry saw two figures slide down the banisters and land in front of him.

"Harry? What're you doing down here?" Elizabeth asked.

"Don't bother him. At least he's not up there!" Ron said, looking around, terrified.

"What's going on?"

"Dementors, Harry. Loads of them. There are about five roaming the girls' dormitories—"

"And about ten more searching the boys'," finished Ron.

"What are they looking for?"

"All students please remain calm and make your way to the Great Hall. Thank you," said a loud voice from everywhere.

"Harry," Elizabeth whispered, "About three dementors were going through your stuff. They threw away this," she handed him the Marauder's Map, "this," the invisibility cloak, "and this," the sneakascope.

"The three things I'd need to hide the most, and they throw them away." Harry shook his head at this. "So, what, are dementors just attacking the school?"

"No, they're here for tea," said Ron.

"We really should get to the Great Hall." Ron sulked when Elizabeth interrupted his sarcasm.

"What about those people still up there?" Harry asked.

Elizabeth mumbled something inaudible under her breath, and Harry could have sworn he made out, 'a saving people thing,' out of the words she said. "If you don't want to help, you can just go."

Defeated by this doggedness, Elizabeth sighed and started making her way back up the stairs. "You do know that my makeshift Patronus is going to make no difference what-so-ever, right?" She turned around to face Harry.

"Whatever you do would make a difference. You don't just have to use a Patronus. There are other things. Just use your head," Harry assured.

Elizabeth snorted as if to say, "My head's useless," and continued walking up the stairs.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Harry," Ron said.

"I do, Ron. I do." And with that, Harry ran up the stairs to the boys' dormitories, where people were being held hostage in their own rooms.

"Harry!" screamed one of the boys. "What was the charm for the Patronus, again?"

"Expecto patronum," he reminded. He took out his wand. 'A happy memory…' he thought, and cursed to himself when he couldn't find one. 'When Malfoy's drink exploded on him!' "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A great silver stag emerged from his wand and charged down the dementors.

It did not fade until every single dementor disappeared.

Across the way, a feeble voice was chanting, "Expecto…expecto…expecto patronum…expect…expecto patronum…"

Dementors were closing in all around the girls, who had gathered into one dormitory. Only two were still on their feet, but only just. Elizabeth and the girl Annabelle Lewis had their wands out.

"I told you this spell is too advanced for you!" Elizabeth screamed.

"That doesn't mean I can't try!" Annabelle yelled back.

Elizabeth growled in frustration and pushed the first year back. "Expecto…" a dementor swooped nearer, and the memories of death and destruction were getting louder. "expecto…expecto patronum…" She and the first year collapsed, but Elizabeth fought to stay conscious. "expect…expecto patronum…" As much as she tried, Elizabeth felt herself being led away. She lay there, not noticing the dementor drawing closer.

"Harry, the girls!" Ron shouted. That's when Harry noticed that all the girls weren't in the Common Room.

"Do you think they already left for the Great Hall?" Neville asked.

"They wouldn't have. Elizabeth would have known that she had to make sure we were all here," Harry replied. He scanned the Common Room, but there were no signs of anyone.

"They must be still in the dormitories!" yelled Ron.

Harry tried to go up the stairs, and expected to be thrown down. To his amazement, however, the stairs stayed in position, and the boys of Gryffindor rushed to the aid of the struggling females.

Harry ran into the all the girls' dormitories, looking for anyone who needed help. He found all of the girls in the seventh year dormitory, and they were all passed out. His breath expelled from his lungs painfully as he saw a dementor crouched over Elizabeth.

Fighting to gain back the happiness of his memory, he pointed his wand at the dementor. "Expecto patronum!" he said. He cursed when it was nothing but mist. 'She's going to be fine. Hermione's going to come back, and we're all going to be friends. We're going to be a foursome instead of a trio.' "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" As the stag drove the dementors away, Harry ran to Elizabeth. He felt warmth seep into his body as he knelt down beside her. He shook her gently.

Suddenly, her eyes opened and she sat up quickly. The two collided heads. "We seriously need to stop doing that," Elizabeth commented faintly as she rubbed her head.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

"Yeah…just a little cold…that's all."

Harry didn't like how weak her voice still sounded. "Come on. We'll take you to the Great Hall."

Though Elizabeth's figure was anything but delicate, it astonished Harry to discover how frail she looked. Her eyes had dark circles under them, and her face was pale. Her hands were shaking as Harry pulled her to her feet. "Here," he said, and put her arm around his shoulder.

Everyone reported safely to the Great Hall, where the teachers that were stationed there were frantic.

"Potter!" said Professor Snape. "The announcement to come to the Great Hall was given a half hour ago. Where have you been?"

"Sorry, Professor, but all of Gryffindor was trapped," Ron answered.

"Ah," Snape said. "Having another moment, Potter? Couldn't stand to pass up the chance to play hero?" he asked, throwing a glance at Elizabeth, who was still hanging on to Harry. "I should have assumed as much. Fifty points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your irresponsibility, Potter."

"What?" several Gryffindors cried at once.

"Professor, if Harry and the other Gryffindor boys hadn't saved us, Elizabeth would have been kissed!" Annabelle Lewis spoke up, making her way through the crowd. Many other girls made their agreement with this known.

"Silence! If those who would have been able to leave had left, the teachers would have gotten there in time, and no one would need to grope on another student for support." This remark had several Slytherins snickering.

At this, Elizabeth let go of Harry and stood on her own for a few seconds. She fought to keep standing, but her legs were trembling.

"Potter, take the damsel in distress to the hospital wing before she faints dramatically," Snape sneered.

Harry led Elizabeth around and started toward the hospital wing. "That slimy scumbag of a mother—"

"Oh, and, Potter?" Snape called out. "Do make sure she keeps her mouth shut, or Gryffindor will lose more points."

Fuming, Elizabeth glared at the way in front of her.

"Why are you so…" Harry searched for a word to put her condition delicately. "effected by dementors?"

"Too many things have happened to me that I'd rather not remember…I don't take too well to cold, either." All Elizabeth wanted to do was the lie down and sleep for the next month. Harry noticed her eyes kept closing.

"Were you up all night, too?" he asked.

"I don't really remember. I think I was. It's all a blur until I woke up and the dementors were gone."

Harry left Elizabeth in the hospital wing to tell Ron what he discovered before the attack. It had been bothering him since Gryffindor Tower was made safe. How was he supposed to tell Elizabeth that her grandmother had wanted to kill her?

(A/N:

Naja607: The flowers are really essential to the plot, they are not just there for show. It's really cool how everything fits. I didn't know I could do that... I will miss you, too. I hope that we will still see each other over the years. STAY IN GIRL SCOUTS!!! O.O Um...I am having a good summer so far. I graduated on May 30th, hurray for me.. I hope YOU have a good summer. e.e Thanks for the review. Keep on reading! .... Funness Rambling HouseKey)