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The spray of the shower stung Harry's wounded body as he stood under the cascade of warm water, cleansing the welts, lacerations, and bruises he had acquired from countless beatings. Despite the pain, Harry enjoyed the fact that he was now rid of the dried blood his clothes had hidden when he had arrived that afternoon. He stood there for what seemed like hours.

The water was soothing, so soothing in fact it caused his battered body to finally relax. Soon the water turned cold just as the wounds on his body had stopped bleeding. With a heavy sigh, Harry turned off the water, the calming effect it had circling around and down the drain with it. The teen slowly dried his body and reapplied the salve before getting dressed. Deep down Harry wished that the bathroom door would spring open and the person on the other side would discover his secret, the one he had been hiding since he could talk. He wished someone would be his savior.

Elizabeth lay against her headboard; her eyes were closed as she let her mind wander in an attempt to decipher Harry's unusual body language. The ' Golden Boy' had seemed to be a little stiff with his movements that night at dinner, and his normally calm voice contained traces of pain when he spoke. He even had a little trouble walking up the stairs that night when he went to go shower.

It seemed as if there was something wrong with him, under the clothes he wore laid the cause of his discomfort, she knew. But there was no real way to prove he was injured; there was no physical evidence, no blood seeping through his shirt, nothing. It was aggravating to the Slytherin that she was the only one who seemed to notice the changes in the boy.

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Elizabeth sighed tiredly as she ungracefully plopped down in the chair next to Hermione the next morning. The young Slytherin got little to no sleep the night before, every time sleep would wash over her, her thoughts and theories about Harry would dance back into the forefront of her mind keeping her awake.

"The meeting with You-Know-Who ran a bit late?" Ron asked from across the table, receiving a few laughs from his brothers and Sirius and disapproving glares from his mother and Hermione.

"No, but at least I don't suffer from memory loss, I remember when my friends are suppose to arrive." The laughter stopped immediately, making Elizabeth smirk, she knew her comment would have that silencing effect.

"Are you ever going to let us forget that?' Hermione asked as she watched the kitchen door for any signs of Harry.

"No," Elizabeth replied., " It shows how great The-Boy-Who-Lived friends are, they can't even remember that he's not around, it makes one wonder if you are truly his friends or if you're just in it for the fame."

The kitchen rang with silence as the occupants absorbed Elizabeth's words, she knew she had been blunt when she spoke, but there was no reason to sugar coat the facts, especially when they came from her.

The kitchen door opened at exactly the right moment, Elizabeth was sure that if Harry hadn't come in Black would have throttled her for calling his godson's friends fakes.

Harry was exhausted, he refused to sleep that night, and he had no desire to wake up his roommate with the screams form his never ending nightmares. But despite the fact that he was half asleep the boy still noticed the tension in the air.

"Why don't you have a seat Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasley smiled as she tried to break the tension in the room. "Breakfast it almost ready."

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Harry walked quietly up the stairs; he had spent a good portion of the last two hours looking for one person in particular. It had taken awhile for the boy to realize that he had not thanked the girl that had most likely saved his life. After a few more moments of searching, Harry found Elizabeth.

The girl was sitting in the library, her knees where pulled up to her chest as she rested her chin upon them, and she seemed to be asleep; but as he stepped forward he could see her eyes gleaming with the light coming from the fireplace.

"Elizabeth?" Harry asked grabbing her attention.

"Harry." Elizabeth responded as she placed her feet on the floor and looked at her visitor. "Can I help you?" Her voice was void of emotion and monotone as she spoke.

"I realized I never thanked you." The Gryffindor replied.

"There is no need to," Elizabeth sighed as she pushed herself off of the dusty black couch. "I was just doing my part."

"Yeah, well your part saved me." Harry stated unknowing he had revealed a hint of truth to the Slytherins theories. "So thank you."

"Don't let your friends know you're thanking a Slytherin," Elizabeth stated as she stood "They might think I'm turning you."

Author's notes:

Another chapter completed. Thanks for all of the reviews, story alerts, and fav's. Seeing how many people enjoy this makes my day. And a huge thanks to my beta and amazing friend: HPgirl4ever