If I can say what I want to say, I say I wanna blow you…away, Be with you every night - Avril Lavigne

"Ready to ask them?" Harry called to Ron.

"We're their boyfriends, and we still have to ask them if they'll go to the ball with us?"

"I would think so. I mean, we should if we want to make sure they'll go with us," Harry explained.

"Yeah. I guess you're right."

The two boys walked up to Hermione and Elizabeth who were in the middle of a chess game. Ron immediately saw numerous ways either girl could win.

"Elizabeth," Harry requested, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

She smiled and stood up. "We'll pause it for now," she told Hermione, who nodded. "What's up?" she asked after they were alone.

"Er…that Farewell dance thing is coming up and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me," he said.

"I wouldn't like to," Elizabeth started. "I'd love to." She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before heading back to Hermione and Ron.

Harry gave Ron a questioning look, and they both nodded.

Two days before the Farewell dance, Hedwig and Pig had packages for Harry and Ron.

There was one letter, address to both of them, from Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, no," Ron grumbled. He had a feeling of dread as he read the letter. It turned out that his feeling was unfounded.

'Dear Harry and Ron,

In your packages are dress robes. Ron, new robes came in the mail a couple weeks ago, from an unknown sender. We checked it for curses and the like, and found nothing. Harry, I thought your dress robes from your fourth year would definitely not fit you this year, so I bought you ones just like them, except bigger. Have fun on Valentine's Day,

Love,
Mum'

"Fred and George probably sent them," Harry noted as Ron opened his parcel. Inside were dark blue velvet robes.

"Wow," Ron mused. He didn't know they would replace the old ones they got him.

Harry opened his own, and found a replica of his old dress robes, like Mrs. Weasley had said, except these would fit him, now.

They hid them from the girls so that they would be surprised on Wednesday.

"What color robes do you have?" Elizabeth asked Hermione in their dormitory, right before they started getting prepared.

"Beige," Hermione answered.

"Isn't that a little…well, a little too uniform, if you know what I mean, for a dance?" Elizabeth commented.

"I don't think so. What color are yours?" Hermione replied.

"Rose. It's a sort of dark pink-ish-fuchsia," Elizabeth explained.

"Interesting. What are you doing with your hair?" Hermione inquired. They asked questions like this while they got ready, until one knew exactly what the other was planning.

Elizabeth's dress robes had a lot of filmy, floating material. It had a halter top, and at the underarms, a string connected the rest of the robes to the long sleeves, made of the see-through material. At the wrist, her sleeves belled out, to make a feminine ambiance about her hands. The bottom of the robes was really, really long, and at the bottom of one of the layers of skirt, a string attached the sleeve to the skirt. Her mother made them for her, just in case she needed them.

Her hair wasn't slicked back, as Hermione would have liked, but she did pull her bangs out of her face and kept them in back with a clip, giving her the look of an elf out of Rivendell. (1)

She was as jittery and nervous as the day she'd first boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Hermione's robes made her look really nice. It had a turtleneck, and it closely fit her. She had short sleeves, and the skirt part was cinched and set to have infinite ruffles. She pulled her hair up in a high bun with special hair gel, straightening it. Unlike Elizabeth, Hermione felt confident. Hermione thought if Elizabeth looked confident, so should she. But she took it one step further to actually feel it.

Another instance where Elizabeth's acting skills were a little too refined.

They went to the common room to find a note left by Ron and Harry.

'Meet you two in the Great Hall,' it read.

"Ready to knock 'em dead, Hermione?" Elizabeth asked laughingly.

"Definitely," Hermione replied with the same tone.

They walked down the Great Hall with deliberate delay.

"Harry, would you stop fidgeting. You're making me edgy just looking at you," Ron hissed.

Harry tried a couple deep breaths. He was still anxious.

"What's wrong with you? You weren't this apprehensive in the fourth year," Ron asked.

"I'm going to do something tonight that might have a lot to do with my future, Ron," Harry explained, remembering the box that was in his pocket.

While he was waiting, he recalled what happened when he bought that little box.

A weird realization had hit Harry while he was in Hogsmeade before Christmas. He was looking at the quidditch shop, and when he walked past it, he saw a sign in a little store that said, 'Sale on All Rings.'

He'd walked over and saw a counter displaying engagement and promise rings. He'd seen numerous gold and silver bands. He was just glancing in the window when he saw a familiar pattern on one of the rings.

The shopkeeper stepped out for a smoke when he saw Harry ogling one of the promise rings. He stood over his shoulder to get a closer look at the ring.

"Beauty, isn't it?" the shopkeeper asked, startling Harry.

"Wha--oh, yes, it's very nice," he replied casually. The ring was a dark blue-green and silver entwined.

"Do you know what that symbol is?" the shopkeeper inquired.

"I think I remember, but I'm not quite sure…"

"That's a Celtic knot, that is. One of their knots of love. That ring, it's got some mighty powerful magic in it," the man interrupted. "I'm Apollo Talone. I run this shop."

"I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you, sir," Harry introduced as he shook hands with the middle aged man. "Er…so, you say this ring's got magic?"

"Yes. It was said that it belonged to a Roman goddess…"

"Then why is the knot Celtic?" Harry asked.

"Because the god who made it for her was Celtic," Mr. Talone said impatiently. He did not like someone cutting in while he was trying to tell a story.

"I'm terribly sorry. Go on," Harry coaxed.

"Well, the Celtic god, Mabon, was said to be traveling, and he came upon a beautiful maiden. Her name was Diana. The Roman goddess, at the time, was a young girl, about thirteen or fourteen. She had hair like spun silver and eyes, not unlike your own. They fell in love, but it was quite illogical. Mabon's home was far away from Diana, and Diana, who was just coming into her powers as a goddess, could not leave Rome, or else she'd forfeit her powers.

"In the dark of the night, after Mabon promised Diana by the moon that he would come back for her, he left for his homeland. True to his word, he came back, but he was not welcome by the others. They scolded him and what not…so, in the twilight, he took a few of the last rays of the sun, and silver clouds. He took pure moonlight and clear, green, ocean water. All the things that reminded him of Diana. He took them to Vulcan, who was the only god who was speaking to him, and had him make a ring of those things. Mabon himself molded the knot and attached it to the ring.

"That next morning, Mabon gave the ring to Diana. She was immediately entranced by it. She loved the moonlight so much, it consumed her. She became one with the moon, controlling the clear green ocean waters with her shifts, and she had a peculiar way of making clouds get out of her way at night.

"Anyway, the legend goes…Diana dropped this ring and a couple centuries ago, it was unearthed. Said to make the wearer…oh, what was it…'one with the sky.' There we go. The ring made the wearer one with the sky," Mr. Talone explained.

"Interesting…"

"You don't have anyone who might like it, do you?" Mr. Talone asked.

"I do, but I'm not sure why I'd be getting it for her. We've been going out for five months and I don't know where our relationship's going…"

"Five months? Good God, boy! You haven't even gotten her a Promise Ring, yet?" he interrupted, again.

"Erm…was I supposed to?" Harry asked.

Mr. Talone sighed. "Seeing how I'm the owner of the only ring store in Hogsmeade, I can't answer that without making it sound like I'm advertising."

"Well…how much are you selling the Celtic ring for?" Harry questioned.

"About four galleons," Mr. Talone replied.

Harry's eyes opened in shock. "This ring might've been made for the goddess of the moon, and you're selling it for only four galleons?"

"Half price day…"

Then it came to him…'A promise ring would mean I'd have to be faithful to her forever…right? That's not bad at all…but doesn't it also mean I can't leave her, too? I'm confused…wait a moment…I don't want to leave her…ever…oh, my, I am in trouble…' "I'll take it," Harry told the shopkeeper.

He walked off with the new gift, not knowing that the shop keeper didn't tell him the rest of the legend.

(A/N: Hope you like that chapter!

(1) Sorry about the reference to LotR but I couldn't help myself.

Tekvah Ariel: It's not only you this time!! Yay! Have you noticed that whatever you mention shows up somehow? That's because you point out things I never would have noticed, had I not had an awesome reviewer like you! If the wizards get creative, that means I have to get creative...and i wasn't feeling too inventive at the time...Masquerade's have been done. We all know that Harry and Elizabeth would have been able to tell who each other were, so why bother? hehehe XD! Little worlds rock! Mine is weird...gots lots of stuff you wouldn't find in real life, that's for sure! lol!! Thanks for reviewing again!

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