I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost, If I'm asking for help it's only because, Being with you has opened my eyes, Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise? -Tatu

They were allowed in Gryffindor Common Room and allowed to explore until the September the first.

On July the thirty-first, Harry was pleasantly shocked to find a surprise party awaiting him in the Gryffindor common room.

"Happy birthday!" a chorus of people shouted as he made his way down the stairs. They gave him gifts, most of which were photographs.

Elizabeth had gotten him the only practical gift. Her present was a new album, where he could put about fifty pictures, and write things on the pages next to the picture.

Hermione brought a camera to help fill up the rest of his album. It was one of his few happier birthdays.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Elizabeth got their things at Hogsmeade; at least, they got the things that were attainable in Hogsmeade. Moody retrieved their books and such for them in Diagon Alley.

"I wonder who's going to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts, this year," Elizabeth pondered aloud.

"Can't very well be Blade," commented Harry, "He's finished."

"Obviously…" Elizabeth muttered.

"I'm going to be teaching here, judging by how I technically didn't get to teach when I should have," Moody growled as he walked in.

"Have they located a new head quarters?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes. Don't ask where. People might be listening," Moody warned as he threw a newspaper at Harry. Moody had always been more paranoid than everyone else because of his occupation.

He looked at it curiously. 'Black's Name Cleared' was the headline. It had the most recent picture of them that they could find.

'We at the ministry apologize for the inconvenience to Mr. Black, now deceased. It seems that Mr. Black was not, as we all thought we knew, the murderer of the thirteen people including Mister Peter Pettigrew. It seems that one of Black's school friends, Peter Pettigrew,( mentioned above) whom we all thought dead, is living in our midst this very moment, working for He-who-must-not-be-named. Pettigrew cut off his finger before cursing the twelve people. He then turned into a rat (yes, he is an animagus), and escaped into the sewers. Black, knowing all along that Peter was guilty, was stunned to watch this happen, thus, laughed at the hilarity of what he had just seen. Black escaped Azkaban by ways of turning into a dog (yes, he was an animagus, also), and the dementors aren't as tuned to animals' feelings as they are to humans'. When we heard about the break-in at the Ministry of Magic office, we wanted to know why Black was killed by one of the Dark Lord's servants. As it turns out, Black was never He-who-must-not-be-named's right hand man. Our information told us all we needed to know. The Department of Magical Mishaps had the release forms signed and it is all finished. Black is now a free man, dead, sadly yes, but none-the-less, he has been cleared of all charges.'

Harry thought this was all good and grand, but it should've been done four years ago, when he himself had just found out Sirius had been innocent. He found his eyes tearing up when he suddenly got up and left the Common Room.

Elizabeth saw him rush out of the common room and after quickly scanning the article, hurriedly followed him.

Harry checked the Marauder's Map before he departed. He didn't see the dot labeled 'Elizabeth P.' get up to follow him at once.

Harry sat down on one of the statues and let a few sobs escape. Elizabeth still hadn't been noticed, but she knew he might not want company, especially if he knew she'd heard him crying.

She thought, 'Screw it…He shouldn't be alone.'

"Harry?" Elizabeth asked softly as she rounded the corner.

She saw his head straighten as he turned to glower at the person who dare disturb him.

"Oh," he said immediately, upon seeing it was Elizabeth, "It's you. I thought you were Ron or someone, trying to tell me something asinine."

Elizabeth felt relieved when he stopped glaring at her. He sighed as she sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry," she offered.

"You didn't do anything. It's my fault…if only I'd listened…" Harry choked.

'Apparently,' Elizabeth thought, 'he lied to Hermione.'

"Harry, it's not your fault. You didn't understand. You couldn't possibly have understood without anyone telling you what you were doing," she said comfortingly. She rubbed his back as he still choked out sobs.

He waited until he had control to say something. "When I feel particularly emotional, I tell people I think it's my fault. But in reality, I think I've got too much pride to admit I really miss him…" Harry confessed. A fresh wave of sadness enveloped him. 'I'll never see him again,' kept resounding in his head. He couldn't get a grip on himself. He hung his head low, closing his eyes, remembering the laughing eyes of his godfather, and the gentleness in Remus Lupin's eyes.

Elizabeth, seeing Harry so vulnerable, pulled him into a hug. He sobbed onto her shoulder for a minute before testosterone kicked in and he realized what he was doing. He drew back, looking into Elizabeth's eyes, so filled with empathy. He wiped his eyes as he began to wonder where she was hiding all these years. He couldn't help it, he got closer, 'and,' Harry thought to himself, 'this time, it isn't going to be as wet because the girl's different and she's not crying.'

(A/N: Now...how long should the wait be between chapters? I've got everything...somewhat...So...any ideas? I have one...what if i withold everything from you?! Muahahahahahahahaha --cough hack cough-- Just kidding! I'll see if I can do every day. Okay?)