A/N: So I changed my penname, I wanted to, and cathrine face is my alias so it fits better. I know talk about cutting it close. I said I'd finished before half-blood prince comes out, and that's tonight (at midnight I'm going to a party!)

I hope you enjoy the near ending.

brezzybrez: Thank you! That is the best review EVER thank you for trusting me!

Dragon Sword Master: Oh there will be more romance, not until the end of the chapter though.

Here's a bit from the pervious chapter.

3 Cathrine Face

"He fell in love." Harry nodded looking to her.

"He fell in love with a muggle." Elwyn nodded still looking forward. "And I came along as soon as they came to Albus' doorstep. My muggle mother died giving birth…" She looked further away now in shame. But Harry would not have it; he gently took her chin and pulled her to look at him.

His look begged her to continue. Tears had formed in the back of her eyes and she smiled to quickly spit out the rest. "And Voldemort found me when I was four, he tried to kill my father. I got a scar and a new life of hiding with muggles. And that's that. There are always people out for us. Dumbledore's and Potter's shouldn't be too close or else we attract too much attention. Dumbledore says rumors have already ignited."

Harry looked at her for a while, she kept trying to look away stubbornly but always looked back.

"Just because things might happen, doesn't mean they will." Harry said coming closer.

He knew she would squirm a bit, but her tenseness only pushed Harry closer. He kept coming to her until he lingered directly over her. She could not move further back without fall to the floor. Her mind was refusing his approaches but all else was waiting for him to make his move. When she stopped he took it. He took her lips in a simple sweet kiss. He held it just long enough to feel the smooth taste of Elwyn. Pulling but inches away he looked to see her expression changed. She did not want to fight him and certainly not now since he was the only one who knew her. She felt him wrap himself around her back and careful pull her to the floor as he kissed her once again. This kiss was much unlike the pervious, his mouth had opened and his tongue mingled with hers as he gently lay above her. Her warmth now flowed through him as she ran her soft hands through his hair. A brief thought entire both their minds: the fear of not stopping. But just as the thought ran out of their minds Harry scar became pulsing in a cold pain. The pain caused him to recoil away from Elwyn sit himself away and against the wall. He had felt this pain before and of all things to stop them, this was it.

When Harry sat up Elwyn began moving away while she quickly ran her fingers through her hair.

"Oh God, Harry, he knows." Elwyn muttered completely disregarding the current state of pain Harry was in.

His eyes were watering uncontrollably, he couldn't tell where Elwyn was, had she left, was she close?

"What are you talking about? Where are you?" Harry asked in an aggravated tone blindly reaching for her.

Elwyn's initial reaction was to pull further away. She did reluctantly, though Harry was desperately swatting for her as he tried to clear his eyes. Elwyn took in a heavy sigh before she gingerly reached out her hand for him to find it. Harry quickly slipped his hand about hers and intertwined her fingers in his. As his did his eyes cleared and the pain subsided though it still lingered in a cold itch. He saw the same glisten of tears in her eyes.

"Voldemort felt the connection between his enemies." Elwyn nodded.

"No." Harry shock his head quickly, "I feel Voldemort's emotions, he doesn't-"

"He gets the strong ones," Elwyn nodded gravely pulling her hand from his, "That's why he could lure you to him…"

Harry quickly refused what sense she was trying to make. He flew across the space between them and placed his palm to her cheek perhaps too roughly. She did not look away but directly through his deep eyes.

"Don't you dare." He persuaded. "You don't know if my scar hurt because of you. You don't know he knows and you don't know if Voldemort would ever come to hurt us." He gently gave her a shake, "Don't push yourself away."

Her words could not form in her mouth, there was too much floating about her. She could not clear her mind to think clearly. But Harry image kept getting in her way, what was worse was she didn't want to stop him from keeping her from rationalizing it.

But she did push his image aside and complied her thoughts to say, "Harry, I know you don't want to think it's true, but the fact stands that the minute we-uh" Harry normally would have smiled and her embarrassed blush but not in this time. "The moment we connect the next moment Voldemort is filled with a huge emotion."
"Then tell me this Elwyn why was the feeling of guilt surging through Voldemort to me? Guilt of what? Killing us?" Harry pressed closer and still Elwyn did not squirm.

But when he finished she looked away. Voldemort would never feel guilt.

"Well have you ever felt Voldemort's guilt before?" She asked in hopes to counter him.

"No." Harry shook his head. That's it he was done with this topic, he would not entertain the idea that just because he and Elwyn had feelings for one another, it wasn't like they had some inner bond or anything. "Let's go." He got up and offered his hand to her. She looked at first as if she wasn't going to take it but she did. When their hands met Harry felt a new prick in his scar.

"It's your scar, you should know best," Elwyn sighed as they left the Room of Requirement.

"Right," Harry muttered as they came into the empty hall.

They hand not walked but twenty yards when the bell chimed and the underclassmen came rushing through the halls. It was odd. Harry and Elwyn were far taller than any other in the hall; all they saw were the shuffling tops of students heads. Even now they felt ostracized. They were different and there was nothing they could do now but learn to deal. Even so, either would give up anything to have normal teenage problems. A life of hiding, fear, and courage was nothing like the great stories made it seem.

Elwyn took Harry's hand as they walked. Perhaps it was nothing, perhaps her imagination was running away with her. Harry knew if Elwyn was aware that whenever she touched him now that his scar pricked a bit she would run to Dumbledore. He didn't want this to be a crisis. He just wanted it to be nothing. He wanted nothing more than anything else.

They went to the library. They found their books just as they left them. Elwyn's spread about from her work and Harry's sloppily put down with any work done. They sat and Harry began working with a heavy sigh while Elwyn began working right away.

Nothing? Was Harry kidding himself, his scar wasn't nothing. And soon enough Elwyn saw it too. They had only been working for 30 minutes.

"Harry what is it? Did you scar ever stop?" Elwyn turned to him.

"It did stop." Harry admitted, "But only for a bit, Elwyn, it's so cold."

The pain was cold and tempting as if it was trying to influence him. He felt the soft fingers of Elwyn touch he scar, and then his cheek motherly. Or rather if would have felt it if her touch did not enhance the pain.

"Harry, you burning, the scar and you're cheeks." Elwyn said quickly.

"Yah," Harry nodded and got up. He wanted to get outside, out in the cold, dull November air. Perhaps it would clear his mind. "I have to get outside for a bit."

"I'm going with you." Elwyn shot up. She wanted to help Harry but he was too stubborn to let her help.

They went onto the grounds heading towards the bridge. Though Elwyn's touch initially hurt, that was it, it did not linger, so he let her help him, however much he hated it. Once they had settled in the center of the bridge and taken a silent moment Elwyn spoke:

"Is it still there?" she asked.

"Yah," Harry sighed though the cool breeze of November did comfort him.

"It because of me." Elwyn sighed shifting beside him as they leaned on the rail. Harry took a quick look to her; he had pushed the pain out of his head. "I see you flinch a bit when I touch you now." Elwyn shifted again nervously. "Is it because you do not welcome my touch or-"

"It my scar. Not you, it pricks at me when you touch." Harry turned to her quickly and shook his head; "It's not you. I welcome your touch. It may be one of few things keeping me sane." Harry took her hand to show her. Though it did prick he tried not to show it. She saw it. The smile that came to her face broke his heart. She saw his pain and felt guilty so she pulled away.

"I don't want to cause you pain." She said, beginning to turn.

Harry quickly came to her lips and took them in a painful kiss. He would not let her feel responsible for his pain; it was nothing compared to the pain that pierced his heart when she turned away. Though his scar surged when he kissed her now he would not pull away. Not until she returned his passionate kiss. She was stubborn, but she did not last long before she melted into him. The pure beauty of her kiss was enough to prevail over his pains.

Elwyn pulled away quickly when she felt herself love his kiss. She blushed and Harry loved that she blushed before him. She always looked so beautiful when she turned red, red like roses. He gave her a small peck and when he pulled away he saw dark figures approach the bridge behind Elwyn.

When they quickened their pace with wands drawn. Harry thought perhaps that he should have listened to the warnings his scar gave. Elwyn and Harry drew their wands in preparation to fight the Death Eaters sent from the guilty Voldemort.

A/N: I know I know, not REALLY the end, but if you wanna see EXACTLY how it ends I'm update as soon and I finished reading half-blood (which will take maybe 24 hours at most straight through of course)

See red like roses, meaning number one, the other meaning is in the next chapter.

ENJOY HBP!