She was in her dormitory, three years ago. She'd just learned about Dumbledore's mistake with the star chart. She knew she was going to die. She took out her quill, loaded it, and thought about what to write.

'It should be happy. God knows he's going to need some happiness after this year in over,' Elizabeth remembered thinking.

She put the quill to the parchment, choosing each word carefully. When she got to the poem, she took out a piece of paper from her pocket, and read her own writing, then put it onto the letter.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about how she'd never be able to see his enchanting eyes again after she died. She'd never again be able to run her hands through his hair. Never be able to talk with him, unless she became a ghost. She didn't want that. If she was going to die, she might as well not torture herself and him with being able to talk and look at, but never physically touch. 'No,' she thought, 'Better to be out of sight and out of mind.'

"Elizabeth," someone called softly. She couldn't tell if it was in her dream or real life. Her eyes were closed.

She felt hands cup her face. 'You can't feel in dreams, can you?' she thought subconsciously.

"Elizabeth, wake up," the voice whispered in her ear.

"Hmm?" she groaned. She opened her eyes to see Harry, sitting near her, waiting for her to wake.

"Are you all right? One moment, you're standing, talking to me, the next, you've fainted," Harry commented with concern.

Elizabeth didn't know why, but instinct told her to smile and say, "Of course I'm all right. I've lived through worse, here." She listened to instinct.

"If you're sure," Harry reassured, and they both went to bed.

Elizabeth went to sleep that night peaceful, but encountered a horrible revelation. 'I've betrayed him. I left him in this world, alone. And he probably doesn't even know I'm back. I've let him down. My love, I left him. I've betrayed him. I did the only thing I promised not to…' she thought agonizingly. Her eyes clouded over with the tears that wished to escape. Guilt threatened to grip her as she lay in her warm covers, thinking of the man whom she left on this earth, and she didn't even know his name.

She was depressed as she walked to breakfast the next morning.

"Elizabeth? What's wrong?" Harry asked after the meal.

Elizabeth didn't know how he could tell, and she didn't want to dwell on it. Her eyes watered again as she thought about last night. She shook her head, not knowing what to tell him.

"What happened?" he asked gently. He remembered the comfort she'd provided and it pained him to see that he couldn't return it.

Elizabeth dropped to her knees, not willing to say a word to anybody. 'They should never know this bleak secret that plagues my past,' Elizabeth thought.

Harry knelt beside her, and held her in his arms. Instead of shying away, as Elizabeth told herself she should have, she accepted the embrace and cried on his shoulder. When she'd sobbed enough to throw herself into dehydration, she looked into Harry's eyes and spoke to him the dark realization that came to her in the black of the night.

"You didn't betray him," Harry reassured her.

She got control of her voice before she spoke again. "Yes, I did. I told him I would be with him forever. But I left him. I went away to the afterlife. He doesn't even know I'm back and I couldn't stand to see him again," Elizabeth contradicted quickly. If she didn't talk fast, the tears would come back and her speaking would become inaudible.

"Why couldn't you stand to see him, again?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Because…" she sobbed. The tears were coming back, making her throat stick… "He meant so much…I could f-f-feel it. Now that I've been gone… He probably has a new life and he would be ang-g-gry that I went away… I didn't m-m-mean t-t-to…"

"Shh," Harry quietly directed. "He's not angry. I'm positive he understands. You had no choice but to die. You didn't choose to. You didn't say, 'Kill me,' to anyone," he said.

"How would you know if the man I betrayed understands anything?" Elizabeth asked. The crying stopped, and she looked at him with curiosity.

"Because I…" Harry started. Just then, an owl swooped into the common room.

It held a letter addressed to Harry.

'Dear Harry,
I'm sorry to tell you the news, but if you don't listen to this, then your second chance will be revoked. The elders of the afterlife admit their wrongs and at this very moment are trying to make things right with Elizabeth's memory. You must not tell her what part you play in her past. She must figure that out for herself. I know it must be very hard to see her, to talk with her, and have her not even know what her feelings for you were before she died. She will realize it, soon. I must emphasize, you can not tell her about the both of you. The elders are putting her through one more test before she fully regains her memory. She must feel true love. And you can not tell her to recall what you had before. It must be new, something she doesn't remember ever feeling.
Apart from that, Elizabeth is going to be unreasonably emotional for the next few weeks. She will be quick to tears or anger if that's what the situation calls for. She didn't mentally age while she was going through the afterlife, so, technically, she is still seventeen, even though her body aged to twenty. Please, be gentle and patient with her, she lived through so much, that I'm surprised she can even still talk, from the trauma.
She'll get her memory back soon, don't worry.
From,
Professor Albus Dumbledore '

"Just bloody perfect," Harry muttered.

"I'm sorry?" Elizabeth asked.
"Nothing…"

"Harry! Elizabeth!" Ron called as he entered the room.

"What is it?" Harry asked shortly. He was rather annoyed with Dumbledore at the moment.

"I apologize, but I've got to go home. Hermione's just told me. She's pregnant," Ron announced happily.

Harry's annoyance disappeared as he offered his best wishes and shook Ron's hand.

"Hermione?" Elizabeth questioned.

"Don't you remember her?" Ron responded. "Oh, well. You'll see her soon enough. We're having the Weasley Christmas party this year. You both are invited of course. You two can either book a room, together, now, with one bed, or two, doesn't matter. Or you could wait until November or something…"

"Why would we book a room together?" Elizabeth inquired.

"Oy! You don't even remember that? Well, I'll tell you, Harry…"

"Ron," Harry interrupted, making a gesture with his finger across his throat, telling him to quit.

"What?" Ron pondered. Harry stuffed the letter from Dumbledore in his hand and sulked out of the room.

"Just bloody perfect," Ron repeated after he read it.

A/N: What's this? What's this? I can't believe my eyes! What's this? What's this? She must be in disguise! What's this? What's this? I can't believe it! She's posting another chapter! Does that mean someone dies? What's this?

:) Yes, another chapter is here, my friends, as I've found a decent way of transferring stories that is much better than retyping the entire thing! ( I LOVE FLOPPY DISKS! ;) )

Moonjava: I'm thrilled you like it. I hope you stick with this story. Did you read the other two? THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING! :)