"Ally? What in hell are you doing?" It was Harry.

Ally looked back at him, and then turned her attention back to the cabi - where had it gone?

"Where is it?" Ally whispered.

"Where's what?" Harry asked curiously, taking a step closer.

"The cabinet. It - it was here. It was right here. It was right here beside the door," she said loudly, pointing vigorously to the spot where it had been earlier.

"What cabinet? Ally, what are you talking about?" Harry was now right behind her.

"That...that cabinet." Ally was breathing hard now, and her brown eyes were wide with fear. "That cabinet with - with those...knives. It was right here..."

"Ally, calm down," Harry said as he placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her around to face him. He grabbed her arms. "Ally, relax. What cabinet are you talking about?"

Ally looked into his green eyes. For a moment, she forgot about that stupid cabinet. For a moment, she felt as though she could live forever. For a moment, she forgot all her pain. For a moment, she forgot how much she hated him. For a moment, she forgot everything. For a moment, everything was perfect. For a moment, everything was absolutely perfect.

"Ally," Harry whispered.

His voice rang inside her head. It was almost like an angel's voice - the angel who had come to save her from her pain.

"Ally," he whispered again. "What the hell is going on?"

Ally didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on his, and her hands were now on his shoulders, almost clinging on for dear life.

"ALLY!" Harry screamed at her, pushing her away from him. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? I'M TRYING TO ASK YOU A SIMPLE QUESTION, AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN CONNECTED WITH REALITY! LET ME TRY THIS ONE MORE TIME. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"

Ally was shocked at his response, but she didn't have a smart comment to slap him with.

"Okay, Ally," Harry continued in a softer yet stern tone. "When you're ready to take the bus back to reality, I'll be in the garden." He took one last look at her before muttering "tch" and walking out with a two shovels and a pair of gloves.

Ally's knees gave way, and she sat there on the ground right where the cabinet had been. What just happened? It was almost as if...as if, Harry and me...were...still...still...in love... Ally's heart jumped at the thought. Maybe...maybe he still was!

Ally got up quickly and grabbed a pair of gloves. She headed outside. Harry was squatted in front of a small, weed-wrecked garden with red and pink flowers - the species unknown to Ally. As she walked toward him, her excited pace began to slow. Maybe he really isn't; maybe he was only trying to keep me from killing myself...that way, he wouldn't have my blood on his hands.

Her once energetic step turned into a reluctant mosey. Fear was behind her eyes; her heart was engulfed in a cold embrace; she almost couldn't breathe...

"Ally, could you hurry it up a bit?" Harry asked impatiently. He had been watching her this whole time.

Ally snapped back into reality. Her breathing was normal; her body was normal; she felt normal.

"I wasn't really planning on doing this by myself, but if you're not man enough to do it, then please go back inside. I'm tired of waiting for you," he said, turning his attention back to the weed-garden.

So, he was tired of waiting for me? That's why he doesn't love me anymore? Because he was tired of waiting for me? Despite these thoughts and Harry's comment, Ally didn't go back inside. Instead, she sat on the ground next to him Indian-style and began pulling the weeds out.

Harry chuckled after a few minutes of weed-pulling, but he didn't look at her.

"What's so funny?" she asked in an irritated tone.

"Nothing - "

"Oh, come on, Potter. Something's got to be funny if you're laughing about it."

Harry turned from his work and looked at Ally. He was smiling; this was the first time he had smiled at her since she had arrived. He didn't answer, though. He merely stared at Ally with a boyish grin and with twinkling green eyes.

"Well, what is it?"

"I just think it's a bit funny that you're sitting there - on the ground - in that pretty dress, not giving a care if it gets dirty or not."

"Why is that so funny?"

"I don't know. I guess it's because most girls would freak if they got any speckle of a blemish on their pretty dresses," Harry said in between soft chuckles.

"Oh," was all Ally could say. She felt her cheeks turning pink, so she turned back to the garden and continued on with her work. It's almost like when we first met; we felt so awkward, but we knew - we knew it wouldn't be in vain, she thought in reminiscence.

They continued on weeding for nearly half an hour when Harry broke the silence.

"You know, this is probably the only interesting thing that's happened in a long time," he said, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Penelope and Percy getting married?" Ally replied innocently.

However innocent her reply may have been, it struck a chord in Harry's heart - and it struck hard.

"Why does everything in our conversations have to be about us, Ally?" he screamed. He stood up angrily and stomped into the house.