A/N

Ummmmm...cheers to everyone who reads it. I am sorry that the last one was a bit of a dud. I hope this one is better.

Btw, this part is for my brother, Anthony, such a dude (Can you guess where the character Anthonio came from?)

Lizzie saw that Harry was angry; she could see it in his brilliant green eyes. She was stumbling to answer his question. How could she explain?

"Who is Anthonio?" Harry repeated.

Lizzie was still thinking about what to do and say. She held the letter in her hands. How could she have been so stupid to not know that Harry would come here? Harry was staring at Lizzie, waiting for an answer.

"He is a guy," Lizzie started, "In Italy. He is on the National Quidditch team with me. He was sort of my boyfriend." Lizzie didn't want to see Harry's face, but she had too. She looked up to see the same staring green eyes and yet they were watering. "What's wrong?" Lizzie asked. Harry opened his mouth but no words came out. He was stuttering and the suddenly collapsed in tears. Lizzie rushed to hug him, and she pulled him tight. They stayed that way for a while. Lizzie kept hold of him and whispered "What's wrong?" once more in Harry's ear. He loosened his grip around Lizzie and sat down by the fire. Lizzie sat next to him. Much like Hermione did the previous night.

"I keep thinking how things would be different if Sirius was still here." Harry said. Lizzie sighed.

"I know, sometimes I wish my Mum was still here," She leaned against Harry, "But that's not all is it Harry? You have been acting strangely since last Saturday, when we played Quidditch and that pretty Hufflepuff girl fell. I know there are rumours, but you have to ignore them."

"But she fell because of me, Cho fell because I was angry with her." Harry admitted.

"Why were you angry?" Lizzie asked.

"Because -" But Harry never got to say why, for a head popped up in the fire. It was Alex's.

"I see, you two would rather sit here cuddling then came to my lesson?" She asked angrily. "I shall be taking twenty points of Gryffindor each and you shall be having a detention."

"Alex!" Lizzie began, but she was interrupted.

"No arguments. I see no excuse why you two are here." Alex protested. Harry butted in.

"It's my fault, I read the Prophet this morning and got stressed. I didn't want to go to lessons but then Lizzie followed me to see if I was ok. Me and Death Eaters aren't exactly friendly to one another."

"So I have heard." Alex said.

"And also, I got a letter from Remus Lupin saying that I wasn't allowed to go to Hogsmeade. And how the Order is doing -," Harry remembered something, "Hang on, you're in the Order. Remus said so." Alex nodded.

"What's the Order?" Lizzie asked, confused.

"The Order of the Phoenix, it's a secret league against Voldemort, lots of people are in it. Most of the Professors are." Harry explained.

"Well I see that you two have some talking to do. I shall inform you of your detentions time and date soon as possible. But now I have to get back to class." Alex ended, and she was gone.

Next morning, two school owls came flying down in front of Lizzie and Harry. Both with the exact same message on the piece of parchment they were carrying.

Your detention shall take place in my classroom at 8pm tonight. Professor Heart.

They both groaned, and at 8pm that night, they headed for the Defence classroom. Once they got there they headed straight in only to be greeted by no other the Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Malfoy spat.

"We have detention, why are you here?" Harry said bitterly. Professor Heart emerged from her office.

"Good, now that we are all here, we can get on with it." She said.

"Alex, what are we actually going to do?" Lizzie asked kindly.

"My name is Professor Heart to you Lizzie while we are at school, and you are going to do this." Alex flicked her wand and magically a pile of dirty coffee and teacups and a sink appeared. She widened her eyes, "Washing up!"

Malfoy smirked. "I could do that in a matter of seconds. Not much of a punishment if the task is easy."

"Without magic I mean." Alex added. "Hand over your wands please!" The three students hastily handed them over and began the mighteous task. It took them a couple of hours but they all sensed relief when Lizzie dried the last cup.

"Wait until my Father hears about this, he'll complain and probably won't do it quietly." Malfoy said as they all walked out of the Defence classroom, exhausted.

"You mean the same Father who has escaped from Azkaban and is probably on the run from the Ministry?" Asked Lizzie sarcastically. Malfoy gave a stern look and walked down towards the dungeons as Harry and Lizzie walked up the marble staircase to Gryffindor tower. But halfway up Harry pulled Lizzie into an empty classroom.

"I need to talk to you," Harry said seriously.

"What about?" Lizzie replied, hoping that he wasn't going to bring up the letter again.

"About that guy, Anthonio," Harry hesitated, "You and him are finished right?"

Lizzie didn't want to answer with the truth in case Harry broke down again. The truth was that no they weren't. Lizzie had to leave her life in Italy so abruptly in the summer that she didn't have time to say good-bye to everyone, so Anthonio wrote and she wrote back. In truth, they hadn't split up, but nor were they together.

"Yes, we broke up before I left. But we still write, I see him as an older brother. Nothing more." Lizzie lied. But she remembered something that she had been meaning to ask Harry. "Since it's cards on the table time, why were you so affected when Cho was knocked off her broom? Is she your ex-girlfriend?"

Harry sighed. "Yes and no, I liked her last year and we kissed once and went to Hogsmeade together, she was crying all the time though, about Cedric."

"Cedric?" Lizzie inquired.

"She used to go out with him, but he was killed by Voldemort. She hadn't gotten over his death."

"Ok, that explains some things, so why were you so upset when she fell off her broom?"

Harry felt a pang of guilt. "Because at the last DA meeting we talked after you all left, I got her upset and I was angry at her for walking out. That's why I shunted her to the side when we were chasing for the snitch." Harry looked down and his eyes began to water once more. Lizzie wiped away his silent tears and kissed him.

"Thanks for telling me." she said, smiling. "Now it's nearly eleven and we have to get back to the common-room before a teacher finds us here."

"I'm afraid it's too late for that.," said a deep, gravely voice from behind them. The turned. It was Snape standing in the doorway.