Elizabeth smiled as she flew over the little cul-de-sac that used to hold her home. She wondered if her parents still lived there. She landed on the edge of the driveway and walked to the front of the house. Elizabeth untied the vine from her wrist and smoothed out her shirt. She gingerly knocked on the door.

She heard a something barking from inside the little house as an elderly woman opened the door.

"Hello, can I help you?" she asked.

"Mom?" Elizabeth muttered. A little Saluki puppy came from behind the woman and wagged its tail at Elizabeth.

"Who are you?" the woman asked as her eyes narrowed behind bifocals.

"It's Elizabeth, Mom," Elizabeth informed. Her eyes were tearing. How many days had she wished to see her mother?

"But you're dead," her mother said quietly.

"I don't understand it anymore than you do, Mom. Just know that I'm here, now." Elizabeth hugged her mother.

"Willa, any news on my side?" Harry asked the secretary impatiently.

"Harry, you asked me that five minutes ago. Nothing has come in since then. We'll not know where she is until we can conduct an international search and we don't have a reason good enough to resort to those drastic measures," she explained with pity. She had watched as Harry almost sunk into the old way he used to live, but a grim determination had set in and that was all he would think about.

Harry, lost in plots and schemes to find Elizabeth, looked like he was looking at his paperwork, but he really wasn't.

"Harry, I can tell you're not paying attention. Maybe you should go try that mission Dumbledore recommended," she suggested.

"You mean, go to Ireland and look for some tourist?" Harry retorted.

"Yes. And if you don't, I'll give you a suspension. You can't work under these conditions…"

"Can you give suspensions?" Harry interrupted.

"I can very well request one for you if you don't get your head out of the clouds and start paying attention to what you're doing or go on that Ireland trip. Maybe a change of scenery will do you some good."

"Some people asked me why I'm friends with such an easygoing secretary. I ask myself why I'm friends with such a stubborn secretary," Harry mumbled to himself as he looked through his schedule and trying to clear it up.

After a few days, Elizabeth noticed something odd in the English paper she was having secretly delivered to her American Home.

'Harry Potter to go on Irish Expedition' was the headline. Elizabeth read through it and shrugged it off. She didn't understand it, but she didn't even want to think about Harry Potter for awhile.

"Good bye, Harry. Don't forget, Elizabeth could be in Ireland, but don't go looking for her," Hermione reminded.

"Thanks, 'Mione." Harry hugged her.

"See you in about three months, mate." Ron shook Harry's hand.

"Bye, you two." Harry waved as he entered the British Airport.

Elizabeth was visiting Diagon Alley, knowing that Harry was not going to be there. She came really close to dating an old crush from her teens when she realized something. 'It won't be the same as dating Harry.'

Since Elizabeth couldn't remember dating Harry, the origin of that thought was unknown to her, but in that moment, she knew, down in her heart, that she would love no one but Harry. Deny it, she tried, but when she came so close to justifying why she didn't, she saw his face ever so clearly in her memories of happiness; being in his arms, running her hand through his mess of black hair, comforting him, and just plain being there for him. Try as she might, she couldn't remember what his kisses were like, though. She knew that if he were to kiss her, it would all come back to her. Either that, or he just never kissed her before.

So, Elizabeth was here, in Diagon Alley, reminiscing about the times she could remember when she heard a familiar voice she wasn't expecting.

"Hello, there," he said.

"Harry? I thought you're supposed to be in Ireland?" Elizabeth asked she turned around to see a pair of green eyes staring at her.

"I decided to come back," he replied.

"Why?" Elizabeth questioned.

"Because," Harry replied. He wrapped his arms around Elizabeth's waist and pulled her into a kiss.

'This is so new and strange…I guess I've never kissed Harry. I'm quite sure I'd remember if I had,' went through Elizabeth's mind as Harry turned the kiss more passionate, and then she lost all thought.

She felt like she was spinning and falling. Only when it stopped while they were still kissing did Elizabeth realize the literal meaning behind the spinning and falling feeling.

Harry stopped and gazed into Elizabeth's eyes. Then, he began to change shape.

Elizabeth screamed and pulled away. They were no longer in the streets of Diagon Alley. They were in a room.

When Elizabeth was about five feet away, she noticed that this was not Harry.

"Who are you?" she asked the man. He had black and purple hair. His eyes were red, his face pale. His skin was sallow, his face long, skinny, and gaunt.

"I am the Morpher Hades," he answered simply.

"Well, hello, the Morpher Hades. Would you mind telling me why you changed into the man I love, kissed me, then brought me to this room?" she asked.

"Because you are part of this game I so effortlessly planned and executed. Stupefy," Morpher cursed.

Elizabeth, stunned and unable to move, fell backwards onto the floor. Morpher grabbed his invisibility cloak off the floor and covered her with it. Then he moved her to a corner of the room.

'Time for the second part of my plan…' he thought as he disapparated.

The real Harry Potter was in Dublin, Ireland, looking for this dark wizard named Morpheus Hades. His name sounded weird enough, but he called himself something even odder. He called himself, 'the Morpher Hades.' Harry guess it was just some phase this guy was going through.

He started thinking about Elizabeth, somewhere in this world, all alone, sitting with her back, straight as a rail, eyes that looked so saddened by a past life that also looked like the earth from outer space…

"Harry!" called out someone. Harry turned around to see James running to him.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"It's Elizabeth. She's been found!" James explained.

"What? Will Dumbledore understand if I skip this to go to her?" Harry questioned. His pulse quickened. Where had she been? Did she decide to come back?

"Yes, in fact, Dumbledore encourages you to go to her. I've got a portkey to Ron and Hermione's house. It's to go off in fifteen minutes…"

"I can just apparate. It'll be much faster…"

"No! You're not supposed to! You can't Apparate from different countries!"

"Er…I can go by Floo Powder," Harry bargained. He was a bit suspicious of portkeys. He'd been that way ever since the end of his fourth year.

"Harry! Would you stop being thick? Floo doesn't go farther than inside a country's boundary lines. I'm sorry, mate. I know you hate to use them, but it's the only way," James said desperately. "Think about it. What's more important? Breaking the laws of magic, or finally seeing the girl you've been missing!"

"You're right. Of course, Elizabeth is more important," Harry muttered.

"Then follow me, Potter," James demanded. They walked to a forest and entered it.

"Grab on," James directed.

"I know what to do," Harry retorted. His breathing was shallow and his mind was racing. Questions were echoing about his head.

Harry closed his eyes and felt the jerk behind his naval. What he didn't see, with his shut eyes, was James let go of the portkey and disapparated to another place, where he was to be waiting.

When it stopped, Harry reopened his eyes. He looked around, and saw that he was alone, with no one near him. He was in some sort of room. Where the house was that the room was in, Harry couldn't say.

The room was gray and bleak. Harry thought it was somewhat familiar. He couldn't quite place it, though.