He had an owl waiting for him, this time from Ron.

'Hi, Harry,

I know you, James, and Elizabeth can't stay at Hogwarts for the whole year, and I wondered if you three would want to spend some time at our house. I know Elizabeth has nowhere to go, and do you really want to leave her at Hogwarts without you? Don't worry, it's a great old house Hermione and I live in. It reminds me of the Burrow, only, not as crowded (yet…).

Something horrible happened while I was gone. I've just found out. Percy, you remember him, don't you? Well, Lucius Malfoy, right before he was caught by a masked stranger, was torturing him, saying that he would always have more power than a Weasley (Percy had a promotion to Minister of Magic). He killed him, and the masked stranger stunned him after. Seems he was in London when it happened.

So, Percy's dead and he never apologized to his family for betraying them. Mum's in hysterics. She won't believe he's dead.

Well, I hope you three will come here as soon as you can. You can travel by Floo Powder. It's called Weasley Tower.

Hope to see you then,

Ron'

So Harry took the letter down to dinner with him.

"What's that?" James asked, once he saw that Harry had something in his hand.

"Ron wants us to spend a time at his home with him and Hermione. Elizabeth, do you have a place to stay?" he asked her.

"I don't have a clue," she responded.

"You wouldn't have a place, now, would you, Elizabeth? I think you arrived in Diagon Alley and then came here. Am I correct?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, sir," she answered.

"Then, would you like to go to Ron's house? He says he and Hermione would love some company. I guess a big house get's kind of lonely when there's only two people in it. James, you were invited, too. I guess it really is a big house. They call it Weasley Tower," Harry informed.

"I'd love to go," Elizabeth replied.

"I think I'd like to go, also," James resolved.

"Great. I'll be staying, as well. I'll write Ron, and he'll tell us when we can leave," Harry stated.

After dinner, he sent the note, and spent two days waiting for it.

When he got the response, Ron told him they could leave whenever they felt like it. Harry felt like leaving, now. It was late, and it was raining. Rain always seemed to depress Harry at Hogwarts.

He got Elizabeth and James and they used the Floo Powder, Harry, first, then James, Elizabeth last.

"Elizabeth!" Hermione cried when she saw her walk out of the fireplace. Elizabeth was getting quite used to people's shouts of joy when they saw her. "I can't believe it's really you!"

"Yeah…I can't believe it, either," Elizabeth responded with hidden meaning.

Hermione embraced her and told her about the friendship they had back at Hogwarts.

Hermione led Elizabeth to her room. It was right across from Harry's.

"We tried to fashion the room on how the person staying in it would like. We didn't really know what to do with James' room, so we'll have him tell us. I really hope you like the room. If you need anything, just tell me," she said as she stopped in front of the door.

"Please," Elizabeth excused, "If I were to ask anything of you, it would be, 'What do you need?' I wouldn't mind helping out, especially since you might need it," she added, looking at Hermione's overgrown stomach.

"You don't need to help. We've got house-elves and they are very happy to do anything we ask," Hermione commented before she opened the door. For some strange reason, Elizabeth considered that to be very weird.

The ceiling was like the one in the Great Hall, bewitched to match the sky. Everything was black, blue and purple. The walls were navy, and the furniture was black. The bed was black and purple, with navy curtains. Silver stars dotted the walls, and, Hermione assured her, the ceiling would have the stars at night.

By the bed was a moving picture in a silver and gold frame. There were four teenagers in that picture. They were all sixteen. It was taken right after Hermione got back. Everyone was arm in arm.

"They look so happy," Elizabeth muttered. She recognized no one (everyone changed quite a bit since that picture…not much, but enough to confuse Elizabeth).

"Don't you know who they are?" Hermione asked.

Elizabeth just shook her head. She saw herself (she didn't know who she was, though) smiling and waving. Harry was just smiling. Ron had an arm around Hermione, beaming. Hermione looked quite happy, with her face flushed. "Who are they?"

"That's you, Harry, Ron and me," Hermione said, pointing to each one of them in turn.

"What?" Elizabeth asked in disbelief. She grabbed the photo and was now looking at it up close. Now she could see the resemblance of the three friends. She still couldn't figure out why they thought this girl with dark brown hair and a laughing, round, happy face was her.

"We were in our sixth year. I had just gotten back from a trip, and we took this picture. We were so carefree and young," Hermione mused.

"What changed our attitudes? I mean, everyone seems so cynical and lifeless. Then I see this picture and wonder, 'What possibly could have happened to these kids to make them grow up faster than they had to?'" Elizabeth asked.

"You died. With you, a love so strong nobody thought it could die. With that love, hope died with a certain person. He became cold, distant, and unfeeling. Then, he just died. He's not in this picture, but he really loved you," Hermione replied. She told the truth up until "Then, he just died." Ginny had already told her about the lie. As much as Hermione hated being dishonest with her friend, she knew the good outweighed the bad in this situation.

She got up and left Elizabeth to her own devices.

'So, he really is dead…' she thought. 'That is going to take some getting used to. I guess I should try to remember Hermione. It seems like we were really good friends.'

She closed her eyes and tried to remember brown curly hair…

"Dumbledore told you because he trusted you, and you betrayed him!" a head of unruly brown hair yelled.

Elizabeth shouted something, and then the girl with brown hair turned and yelled at someone who just walked into the compartment. After awhile, the girl turned back to Elizabeth. Then someone with red hair shut her up.

Elizabeth noticed her vision is a bit blurred in her memories, so she could only make out distinct colors, like hair. She opened her eyes and wondered how the girl and she became friends. She was woken up to a loud bell that next morning. She got up, got dressed and walked down the stairs.

Hermione had a table set up with large quantities of food placed upon the table. "The bell is much more convenient than going from room to room, banging at the door or yelling," she commented.

The days were the same. Getting up, eating, doing nothing, cleaning, eating, doing nothing, eating, sleeping. Elizabeth was finding this quite boring.

At about October the seventh, Harry, Ron, Hermione, James, and Elizabeth started getting the Tower ready for the Halloween party.

It took them about a week, but on October the fourteenth, the Weasley Tower looked like something from a horror film. Cobwebs were everywhere and overlarge spiders were flitting about their webs that covered 'out of bounds' areas, like places that weren't able to be cleaned.

On October the seventeenth, everyone had their own jobs. Elizabeth was to put the food out. Hermione opened to door for guests. Ron took their coats, and Harry manned the music.

It was an open house, and everyone was invited, though Elizabeth wasn't introduced to many.

There was a raffle for door prizes and some of the prizes were pretty nice. But, the fact that Fred and George supplied them changed Harry's, Hermione's, Ron's, and Elizabeth's minds about wanting them.

There was a ring, and it was just a blank band. Fred said that if you put it in fire, it won't melt, but words would form on the outside. Those who figured out how to read it would get a one-hundred galleon gift card to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Another thing was a necklace. Its pennant was odd, and George had said that it takes the wearer into a book. The book would write itself while you were having your adventures. He also mentioned something about a white animal that looked peculiarly like a dog, but it flew. He said it used to belong to a kid named Sebastian.

There was a tooth from the Norse god, Fenrir, Loki's son. Fred informed the quartet that if you were to hold it, and say some incantation, it would take you to a world where nothing is as it seems. Gods from all over created it so that they could stay away from human civilization. At least, that's what Fred said.

Then, everything else wasn't magical. Except for a couple buttons. The Witch's Buttons, George called them. There were flowers, vases, cauldrons, candy, robes, animals, and a whole bunch of other stuff.

Harry, knowing Fred and George, knew that the 'magical' items were probably not magical at all. The ring looked so boring, the necklace, not interesting. The tooth might have belonged to some Norse god's son, but it probably wouldn't take you to some new world.

People were in and out. They were going to be notified by owl if they won.

Harry was beginning to have a good time with Elizabeth, when Zacharias Smith came up to him.

"So, Harry, how are things and you're new found girlfriend?" he asked, looking at Elizabeth.

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth asked.

"Well, seeing how you and Harry—"

"Smith, if I were you, I'd shut my mouth," Ron warned. He'd walked by the three of them the minute he saw Zacharias darken his doorway.

"Why?" he asked.

Ron pulled him over to the side before he told him anything.

"Did she dump him, or something?" Smith inquired morbidly.

"No, no…" Ron sighed before he told Smith the whole story.

As Zacharias listened with rapt attention, Ron was becoming unnerved. 'Since when does he care?' he thought…

"Prizes!" George called out. It was time for the raffle.

"And the winner of the dozen roses is…Smith!" Fred announced.

Zacharias went to go grab them, but the minute he did, they exploded into a bunch of fireworks, singeing his eyebrows. The room burst forth in laughter as he stomped out of the party.

"Sorry, I simply could not resist," Fred told Ron.

"You've got an amazing sense of timing, you know," Ron commented.

"We know," George and Fred said at the same time.

The other prizes were handed out and Hermione decided it was time to tell Elizabeth what they were really celebrating with this Halloween party.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Hermione said with the sonorous curse. "Today, we are supposedly here to celebrate the most magical of holidays. But there is something else, that's happening on this very day."

"One of our number has just turned twenty-one!" she yelled.

Elizabeth's eyes widened. 'Awesome…I wonder who the lucky person is…'

"Harry, if you could get the gifts, Ron, get the cake, and we'll all sing happy birthday," Hermione requested.

Harry got the small stack of presents and Ron brought out a purple and blue iced cake with two flowers on it. One was a gray-ish green rose and the other one was a purple daisy.

It said in black writing, 'Happy Twenty-first Birthday, Elizabeth!'

Elizabeth saw it and gasped. "Today's my birthday?" she asked Hermione.

"Yes…on the count of three, everyone!" Hermione commanded. "One…Two…Three!"

A loud chorus of 'Happy Birthday,' resounded in the large house. Elizabeth smiled her biggest.

"If I'm not mistaken, I think Hermione wants this to be a little child's birthday party," Ron whispered to Harry.

"That makes sense. Maybe she's rehearsing?" Harry added, sending a surreptitious look at Ron.

Ron snorted with a nervous laugh as he glanced at Hermione. Gifts were opened, laughs were shared, and a good time was had by all who just happened to be passing through.

On November, the twelfth, Hermione's water broke. Elizabeth and Harry followed her and Ron as they apparated to St. Mungo's.

Elizabeth and Harry waited in the lobby until Ron came out, a depressed look on his face.

"Ron? What's wrong?" Harry asked as he stood up.

"The boy…he was…dead," Ron stuttered. The entire world seemed to stop. Complete shock rested over their heads. It was so out of the blue, nobody quite knew how to handle it. Sure, adult death was expected. Child death was lamentable, but eventually understood. Infant death had no comfort. No solace in understanding. It simply shouldn't have happened. Harry did the only thing he could think of; he embraced him.

"I'm so sorry, Ron," he said softly.

Ron didn't emotionally explode, but he looked so downtrodden.

Hermione was still in intensive care. She got out and immediately; she ran to Ron and started sobbing. The life they had expected for so long. Gone. The young son that would have meant the world to them took the world with him. They broke apart in agonizing slowness, and Elizabeth went over to Hermione. The two women hugged and Elizabeth didn't say anything. When Hermione let go, Elizabeth put a steadying arm around her shoulder.

"Everything's going to be alright," Elizabeth reassured.

A/N: Wow. This story is still alive. Barely. Eh, good luck remembering everything. Sorry about the wait, guys. Ah who am I kiddin'? No one reads this any more. -sigh- Reviews appreciated. Not necessary.