A.N: If anyone read this story and is reading it again, I must warn you that I changed a lot, and I'm going to go faster through the story this time around. And if it seems like part of the story doesn't make sense to put in now, it will later in the story.

After a while of walking, the four of them got colder and walked back to the castle. They walked through the deserted corridors quietly, and got back to the Gryffindor Common Room without problems. They sat down in front of the fire and took off their jackets. Abbey flicked her wand and their coats were transferred to their places in their dorms.

"So, anything new been happening?" she asked, sitting on one of legs, and leaning against the high arm of one of the red sofas.

"Not really. Classes are a bore," Hermione said, sitting into the back of one of the armchairs. Everyone agreed that the beginning of the year always went slowly. They talked while the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon. They soon went to have dinner in the Great Hall.

"This weekend is going fast. It's supposed to be two days of rest, not a few hours!" Abbey cried, spooning soup into a bowl. They all laughed at her.

"I know exactly what you mean," Harry said.

"Quidditch tryouts soon," Ron reminded Harry, in a badly cheerful voice.

"What positions are open?" Abbey asked, blowing on a steaming spoonful of stew.

"All the chaser positions, a both beater positions," Harry said, putting his cheek in his hand and sighing.

"Ohh. Put me down for chaser. What time are try-outs?" Abbey said, excitedly.

"Can you play well?" Ron asked, astonished.

"I don't make a big deal about it, but I've been playing for years. I just haven't tried to get on the team," she admitted. They soon got into a long conversation about the different Quidditch teams, and the past Quidditch Cups. Abbey had actually been at the Cup in fourth year. Hermione just sat and sighed. The one time I find a friend I don't think is into Quidditch, she's just as much of a fanatic as Harry and Ron, she thought, eating her mashed potatoes and chicken. She had given up on S.P.E.W. the previous year, when it finally became apparent to her that the house elves were happy.

Later they all went back to the Common Room, and Hermione and Ron went up to bed. Abbey and Harry stayed behind to talk.

"About our kiss earlier..." Abbey said, sitting with her legs crossed on the couch.

"I'm sorry about that," Harry said quickly. "It just felt right. The moment was perfect, and I think I like you the same way," he admitted, looking up at her. He took in every feature of her. Her heart shaped face; her raven hair; her porcelain skin, and her crystal blue eyes that stood out perfectly. She's so beautiful, he thought dreamily. Before he knew what was happening, Abbey was leaning toward him, and he was leaning toward her, and they were kissing. Abbey reached up and placed a shaking hand on Harry's cheek, as he deepened the kiss. They were both in heaven. After a few moments, they broke apart, and looked into each other's eyes.

"Maybe we should talk tomorrow," Abbey said, standing up from the couch.

"'Night," Harry called, as she disappeared up the stairs to her dorm.
"I think you kissed," Hermione said, filling her breakfast plate with eggs and bacon. It was already Monday morning. Hermione had left the subject of what had happened to Abbey and Harry in the Common Room stay quiet all Sunday, but she couldn't keep in her questions anymore.

"Why is it, that when two people, boy and girl, stay behind in a Common Room late at night, everyone assumes they kissed?" Abbey asked, determined not to let Hermione in on her little secret.

"Ohhh! Who kissed?" Lavender asked, sitting down across from them. Abbey sighed.

"No one-"

"I think Harry and Abbey kissed on Saturday night. They stayed behind in the Common Room together," Hermione explained.

"Ah, I see how it is. Well I just think it's fair for you to know, Ron tells me that Harry fancies you Abbey. And I can see why. You're pretty, smart, and funny...as far as I can tell," Lavender said.

"'Morning everyone," Harry said, sitting down next to Abbey, as Ron sat next to Lavender and put his arm around her waist.

"Harry, did you and Abbey kiss in the Common Room on Saturday?" Hermione asked, looking at him earnestly. Just then the bell rang.

"Talk about saved by the bell. I'll see you at lunch Hermione!" Harry called, running off to his first class with a piece of cinnamon toast in his hand.

"Why won't anyone give me a straight answer?" Hermione asked, gathering her books.

"Dunno. See you at lunch," Abbey said, running off after Harry.
Abbey made her way to the Common Room after a nasty Potions lesson. Just as she was going to give the portrait the password Dumbledore appeared.

"Miss. Cramer, I was wondering if I could have a word in my office," he said kindly.

"Oh. Of course, Professor," Abbey said, following him. All the way there she was worrying about what she had done wrong. When they entered the circular office, she wouldn't stop fidgeting.

"Miss. Cramer, I would like you to sit down. You're not in any kind of trouble at all," Dumbledore said, settling himself down behind his desk. Abbey gave a sigh of relief and sat in the chair across from him. "I was actually wondering if you would endure a kind of training. I know you have a certain...gift...but need help controlling it, and I would like to help you," he explained. Abbey's eyes lit up.

"Of course, Professor," she said without thought. Finally, I won't be as dangerous. I will be able to control my powers, she thought happily. But Dumbledore was looking at her seriously.

"I would like you to really think about this. If you're sure this is what you would really like, let me know. But be warned now, once you agree, there is no turning back. And you would be under constant watch. If you learn how to control this power and Voldemort finds out, he will want to find you. This could be very dangerous for you," he said seriously. But Abbey shook her head.

"I'm sure this is what I want. I don't want to put my friends in danger anymore," Abbey said, nodding. Dumbledore smiled.

"Well if you're sure, then I will inform Professor McGonagall, and call for Remus Lupin. With any luck you can begin your training this weekend," Dumbledore said merrily. Abbey smiled, but then her smile faded.

"Professor, I would like it if you wouldn't tell my friends about...me...I haven't told them about my powers and I don't want to worry them," she said, wringing her hands. He nodded and smiled at her.

"This will be our secret," Dumbledore assured her. She smiled and hopped out of her seat.

"Thanks Professor," she called behind her, as she jogged out of the room. She thought she would sing. Soon she would be training to control the elements, as that was her power, and she had friends for the first time. She also noticed, since Hermione had helped her with her appearance, she was getting glances from a lot of the boys in the school. Especially the one boy she wanted, Harry. She didn't even notice that she was taking herself to Gryffindor Tower, but she was suddenly standing in front of it.

"Hey, where have you been?" Harry asked when she walked in.

"I had a few questions to ask Professor Snape," Abbey lied, sitting down with them. "I think I'm going to go and have a nap. I have a late Astronomy class tomorrow," she said, standing up.

"Sleep well," they all called as she headed up to her dorm. When she closed the door she leaned up against it. There were so many things that she would tell them about herself. It's not like I can, she thought sadly. If they knew some other things about me they wouldn't understand. It's better they don't know, she decided. Then she changed into a tank top and flannel pants so she could go to sleep.
Abbey woke up around 11:45 at night. She looked over at the clock and gave an upset groan. Now I'm going to be late for Astronomy, she thought grudgingly, while she threw away the blankets to get ready. going Unless...unless I transform. Then I won't be late. Yes, that's what I'm going to do. No one will see me, she concluded. She exchanged her pajama pants for a pair of jeans, and threw on a sweatshirt. She grabbed her bag as she ran down the stairs, and put her hair into a high ponytail as she ran down the stairs to the portrait. She closed the Tower door quietly and ran down the hall. About halfway down, she disappeared, and a snowy white owl was in her place, flying out the large open window.

A few minutes later the snow owl flew around the Astronomy Tower and into the corridor below the platform. She turned into herself and ran slightly as she touched the stone floor. She straightened her clothes out before she stepped onto the stairs leading to the open tower. The cold night air hit her face as she walked briskly over to her partner, a seventh year boy from Ravenclaw. They immediately got to work identifying the different star patterns and planets.
That weekend Harry was holding try-outs for the Quidditch team. Anyone from second through seventh year came out for the open positions. Harry was standing on the pitch in his Quidditch robes, sighing hopelessly. The third year boy who was trying to get one of the chaser positions, nearly fell off his broom, while avoiding a bludger hit by the fifth year girl. She was hitting it at the players, rather than hit it away from them.

"Last group!" Harry yelled helplessly. The students currently on the pitch landed, as the next group mounted their brooms. One of the seventh year girls that wanted to be a chaser walked over to Harry and gave him a seductive smile, and ran her fingers across his shoulders. He sighed and turned away from her. Abbey felt her blood boil. She was determined to show Harry that she was better than the girl. The whistle blew and they all took off. Abbey grabbed at the Quaffel, which the opposing "team" was trying to take. As a player closed in on her, she threw it to one of her teammates, and flew ahead so she could be open for the boy. He threw the Quaffel to her again, and she advanced on Ron, who still held his position of Keeper. She threw it at the middle golden hoop and Ron couldn't get to it in time.

Harry watched with the other players from the ground as the players in the air worked together to make seven goals on Ron, and never got touched by a bludger. Harry blew the whistle and they all touched down.

"Great job everyone. Go and rest, and I'll post the new team and practice times on the bulletin board tomorrow afternoon," he announced. Everyone trudged to the locker rooms to changed and head back to their Common Room.