Note: SORRY it took so long. Lost all files and then it took me forever to find what I had started. Won't ever be so long again. And this chapter is somewhat short to make sure everyone knows it still alive. Longer next chapter, and coming soon.

Liz woke with a start. The same dream that had plagued her dreams after she left Hogwarts. It had been four years since she had left Hogwarts, and she didn't want to go back to that. Not that she didn't like it there; just she didn't like herself while she was there. In her dream she was standing in front of a large door, and everyone she hated was coming for her. She tried pulling open the door, the harder she tried the heavier the door felt. When her fears finally reached her she would wake up. Only tonight she looked the same as she did the last time she had the dress.

Liz pulled her blanket closer around her, trying to comfort herself. She looked down at her body, yes; she had grown since she left. She was still tall and skinny, but less lanky and awkward. And now she could proudly say she had a chest, at least more than she ever did before. The strap of her top had fallen from off her shoulder down to her arm in her sleep. She pulled the red strap up as she stood up on her mattress lying on the ground, leaving her fluffy white blanket there as she crossed the room. There was an oval mirror, her reflection staring back at her.

Wow Liz you've changed a lot. Bill's voice rang in her ears as she gently touched her face. Her features stared back at her. Her face hadn't really changed much, besides the metal hoop in her nose and the dark make up she applied everyday. Her hair was much more manageable now that she had some practice. Actually most of this had been Mana's help.

Liz thought about when she started working at the book shop, Mana came in fighting loudly with her boyfriend. Liz was forced to ask them to leave, despite the fact that Mana scared Liz a lot. They didn't take lightly to being asked to leave, and Mana's death glares didn't make Liz feel very good, even as she left that night. She heard quiet crying as she stood behind the store. It was Mana, crying about how she had no place to stay. Liz saw such a difference in her original reaction of Mana that she offered her a room and a job at the shop. In exchange Mana helped Liz see the beauty in different things she never would have seen before.

Look at me now, Liz thought as she stared at her long purple hair that touched the middle of her back. Only her image stared back, blank and tired. Thoughts of who the girl staring back could be filled her mind.

Liz straightened and walked back to her comfortable bed. Her bed consisted of a big mattress lying on the ground in black sheets, white blanket, and two purple pillows. Next to her bed was her round orange phone, and an empty red glass. She grabbed her wand and filled the glass with water. Lifting it she looked around her slightly unfurnished room and smiled. As empty simple as it was, there was an orgy of colors, save for her big white blanket which was only there because it was extremely fluffy. In the morning she would have the room rearrange itself, but for now she was going to go back to sleep.

Climbing back under her blanket Liz laid there trying to think about how to make everything look this week, but soon found her mind on someone else. Her thoughts slowly began on her conversation with Bill early that day. "Wow Liz you've changed a lot." "Is that a good thing?" "Uh, yeah," She found herself blushing as she thought about the compliment her long time crush had given her. Then as she thought about it, repressed anger began to rise again. What was so wrong with her back then? Even if she didn't like who she was, she was still her. Just with a new cover, she liked to think. She was bolder, and more confident.

Her heart swelled with anger, he never noticed her before, why should now suddenly everything change? His friends made her life hell, and while sure, he wasn't actually doing any of it he should be responsible for making her ache after something couldn't ever have before. Now she could, she saw the way he looked at her. She could hear it in his voice, now she had what he wanted and this time she wouldn't be the fool. Even if her old feelings rang in her heart, anger and revenge would just have to overpower that.

Lying in bed was a girl plotting and an old crush dying.

Lying in bed, far across the city from the girl was a boy and a new infatuation forming.

Bill stared up at the ceiling thinking about his day. More importantly the girl he had found. Elizabeth Marks. The way he remembered her was a shy outcast, she seemed to like her books more than people. But he couldn't figure out why anyone would, so he guessed that he was wrong. Then she proved him right on the last train home as he tried to sit with her. "People don't like me. I don't like them. As simple as that." She didn't seem much friendlier today, but something was different.

He kept thinking back to the gathering they at the common room the night before they left, people were laughing and being stupid. Playing tricks and acting like little kids, not at all like 7th year graduates. Though she was still quieter than most of them, she was there, enjoying herself and everyone else. And people were kind to her in return, it didn't seem as though they had hurt her before. In fact she only really seemed standoffish to him. Could it have been him who made her hate the rest of them? Maybe that's what was she so bitter about today. Thinking back into his memory he couldn't think of a thing that he might have done.

Giving up on what he had ever done to her he dropped to gaze into the dream of the beautiful girl he met today. Mana.

Just kidding.

Liz. He wished she didn't hate him. And planned to make her at least forgive him for whatever it was he did, if not make her like him.