"So, I take it, that's one of the things you're not supposed to tell me?" Elizabeth guessed.

"Sorry," Harry apologized.

"Don't be. I'll figure it out, later. Well, what was I really good at, here?" Elizabeth inquired.

"You were an animagus," Harry informed.

"Really? What? Is that where I turn into an animal or something?" she asked laughingly.

"Er…" Harry paused, "It is."

"No kidding? Awesome. Do you know how I did it?" Elizabeth asked, suddenly looking really interested.

"I guess you concentrated on changing…I'm not sure. You never really told me the secrets of it…"

"I'll try it, now, then," Elizabeth interrupted. She was excited. She didn't know she could change into an animal.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on animal feelings, being an animal, and thinking like one…

"Whoa…" Harry said. She still looked the same, after all these years. She was still the Buto he'd talked to in Parseltongue at the end of his sixth year to save the school…

Elizabeth cocked her head sideways as she contemplated Harry's stare. She thanked God her leathery skin didn't allow blushing. Harry was looking at her so intensely, if she'd been human, she would have fainted.

"Can you understand me?" Harry asked in Parseltongue suddenly.

"Yeah…" Elizabeth answered in the same language. She changed back into a human. "That was awesome," she commented.

"You were good at flying, too," Harry added.

"Flying? As in…with wings?" Elizabeth inquired. Her eyes lit up.

"Um…" Harry didn't know how, but she was making him really uncomfortable, "With broomsticks."

"Broomsticks? Interesting. I'll have to try it out, again, some time," Elizabeth murmured. She could feel Harry's uneasiness, and thought it had something do with her, so she got up to walk around.

'Damn it, Harry,' he thought to himself, watching Elizabeth's retreating steps, 'You know she can feel what you feel, and now you've scared her off.'

Elizabeth, thinking she was the dumbest woman to walk the planet, was berating herself because she strolled right out of a conversation. In fact, ever since she found out that the man she'd left when she died was dead himself, she figured, 'Why not get to know Harry? He probably likes me…I just don't know, anymore.'

There was a feast going on that night. It was a casual affair, but with a lot of people. Elizabeth got reintroduced to the Weasleys. They didn't bring their families along, though.

Everyone at the party was told about what they could and couldn't tell Elizabeth. They were careful to skirt around the reason why Elizabeth was so well-loved by a family she barely ever met before.

"Oh, my goodness, Elizabeth!" called out Molly Weasley.

"Uh…hi," Elizabeth muttered. She didn't know if the kindly woman in front of her knew she forgot all about her and her family (she could tell they were all family because they had the same color hair.).

"I know you don't remember me, dear, but I certainly remember you! Oh, how wonderful it will be to have you back! You were always so polite and nice to talk with. You always seemed to brighten the mood of those around you," she threw a knowing look in Harry's direction. He wondered how she could have possibly known about that. "I'm just so thrilled you're back," Mrs. Weasley gushed.

"Um…thanks…I guess," Elizabeth murmured. She felt sort of guilty, like she wasn't all she was before she died.

She didn't like attention, that much she knew about herself. She sneaked away from the group of people forming around Harry to take a breather.

Ginny came over, told her why Ron and Hermione weren't there, then walked off, again.

"Why such a wallflower, these days?" a man with flaming red hair asked. One second later, he was joined by another man, looking exactly like him.

Elizabeth just shrugged. She knew she saw these two before, but she couldn't quite picture where.

"We heard about what happened. I'm Fred, he's George," one of the twins introduced.

"Hi, George," Elizabeth replied, shaking hands with the man who said he was Fred. She got a strange feeling he switched their names purposely.

"Oh, she's good," George whispered to his brother. He really was George, not Fred.

"I thought you couldn't remember anything," Fred asked.

"I can't. I just figured you guys were trying to pull a fast one. I sort of thought you guys like to play pranks," Elizabeth commented offhandedly.

"Like to play pranks?" George asked, incredulous. "Try, pranks are our living."

"Yeah, we own the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," Fred informed.

"The what?" Elizabeth inquired.

The twins' eyes widened as they thought she would have at least remembered that. But, then again, it had been awhile. They started to explain it to her, and then an old friend of Harry's pulled her away from the two.

She had black hair and dark eyes. She looked Asian.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" she asked Elizabeth.

"I was invited," she replied.

"Well. I don't know who you think you're fooling, because I know you are not Elizabeth Pentillo who went to school with Harry, and his friends."

"I'm not?" Elizabeth questioned, oblivious to what the woman was trying to do.

"You are not Elizabeth Pentillo. She wasn't as…nice as people say she was. You seem entirely too timid and meek…"

"Excuse me. I don't even know you. Professor Dumbledore said I was Elizabeth Pentillo, and I even remember most of the things people are asking me. I am not timid," Elizabeth interrupted with vehemence. She felt like she was getting back into a familiar groove. A belief, stronger than what she thought was possible, shot up in her mind. 'Know thy self,' was imprinted in her mind.

"Now, you're not. Not when your territory is challenged…"

"You know what? I don't give a damn about what you think, okay? I don't know you, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to, after that wild accusation," Elizabeth commented smartly.

"I am Cho Chang. I am a friend of Harry's when he was in school. I am only worried about his well-being, and you are bad for it…"

"I don't give a damn, didn't I already tell you?" she cut off. Cho, whoever she was, was really beginning to bother Elizabeth. She got a sneaking feeling that she was partly lying about something.

"Yes, but it's not like I care what you think, either. I just want to warn you, I'm watching you. I know you are not Elizabeth Pentillo. She and I were friends. You aren't like her, at all," Cho remarked before she walked away.

'Shit,' Elizabeth thought. She was having second thoughts about who she was, again. That American movie, The Majestic©, she remembered it, now. The main character was so wrapped up in the lives of the people from town; he was so sure he was a part of them. He came to find out that he was just some poor guy from L.A. running from the government.

The plot of that movie kept burrowing into the back of her brain. 'What if you're like Luke? Only, he wasn't really Luke, probably just like you aren't really Elizabeth,' she considered.

She shook her head to remove those thoughts from her head. She knew that the fake Luke in the story had given the people something to hope for, even if he wasn't the real thing. Elizabeth noticed how happy Mrs. Weasley was when she'd seen her. 'Maybe that's what Hogwarts needs, too,' she concluded, and decided to have a good time.

Ron didn't attend the party, neither did Hermione. They were at home, taking care of some very important things before the baby got there.

She and Harry hung around each other a lot, now. Near the end of the party, Elizabeth told Harry that she was really starting to like him as a friend. There would be no more uneasy silences between them, again.