A/N: So So Soooooo sorry! First I had a minor flash of writer's block, and then when I go to write, I cut my finger and I can't write. Then to top it off I have some Science unit test coming up and I'm playing in the musical at my school and the music is really hard. I'm so sorry for not updating sooner but I'll try to update more. 38 days until Christmas and then there will be piles of updating I swear! Lol. Enjoy!

The First Weekend:

"Harry! Harry!" Elizabeth called out as she noticed Harry's messy ebony hair in the crowd on the grassy pitch. The Gryffindor boy turned and smiled at her, waving her over to the stands where he was seated, out of the breeze whipping around. "What is this?"

"This is Quidditch, the main wizard sport. I just have to finish the try-outs for Gryffindor team and then I can explain it, you want to sit down and watch until then?" Harry patted the bench next to him and the girl smiled as she plopped herself down, looking around with interest.

Harry got up from his seat and began talking to the large group of people who had just landed to join the others on the field but she couldn't quite hear what he was saying. She was content to look around the pitch and take in the odd sights. A few minutes later she heard Harry yell above the chatter, 'thanks for trying out, I'll post the list next week!'

The crowd disappeared and Harry returned to the bench where Elizabeth was seated. "So what happened with Dumbledore?" Harry asked as he placed his Firebolt on the bench beside him.

"We went to St. Mungo's and they gave some lady with the Cruitus Curse on her the potion I made and she's fine now. So they gave out the other potions and I gave them the steps to making more. It was horrible Harry, there was so much blood," she said weakly at the mere memory and Harry put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

"I'm so amazed you made that potion on your own, I can barely make a potion with the steps and ingredients given to me," he smiled when the girl laughed lightly.

"I wasn't really thinking, I just did what felt right," she smiled and then looked at the broom beside the green eyed Gryffindor. "You want to explain this to me?"

"Sure," Harry smiled and then spent the next half of an hour explaining Quidditch to her, rules, positions, and all the main information about the wizard sport. He then began explaining how to fly the broom seeing as that was clearly what interested the muggle girl the most. "Would you like to try flying?"

Elizabeth looked up, shocked, "I don't know, I don't want to screw up your broom and I wouldn't know what I was doing at all," she said shyly.

"Nonsense," Harry smiled and they both stood up. "Here take this," he handed her his prized broom and directed her to the relative middle of the pitch. "Ok so, mount it, kind of like a horse, one leg on both sides and push off from the ground ok? I'll hold onto the end just to be safe for now."

"O…k," Elizabeth smiled nervously and then did as he said. She kicked off and the broom lifted off from the ground so she was just in reaching distance for Harry. She smiled more confidently and then laughed at the feeling of her feet dangling above the ground, how she had always dreamed of flying.

"Want to try flying around? I can grab another broom," Harry said and then went to grab one from a broom shed, kicking off quickly and hovering next to Elizabeth. "Ok so to fly, lean to change directions, lean forward to go faster and straighten to slow down. For the rest of the time you almost just need to think what you want the broom to do. Ok? I'll be right here," he said encouraging and Elizabeth knitted her eyebrows together in concentration and then her broom moved quickly into the air to around 50f.

Harry quickly followed and smiled when Elizabeth laughed out loud at the pure feeling of air rushing around her. They continued around the pitch until Elizabeth had it down. "You know Lizzie, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you have been flying your entire life," they laughed as they dismounted, heading into the Great Hall for dinner, both windblown and happy with life.

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"I like this girl, she knows what's important," Hermione beamed as Elizabeth grabbed books from the library and piled them in her bag for their homework. Actually, she only had a quick essay to write but she was getting a lot of books about earlier year spells that she had missed as well as a few on potion ingredients and a few on uncured curses, poisons and 'much much more'.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Elizabeth were headed to Gryffindor Tower to dump off all of Hermione and Elizabeth's extra books and then they were planning to head out to do homework by the lake. The halls were relatively empty since most people were already where they were planning to go and lunch wasn't for another two hours.

Elizabeth hadn't seen Draco since potions the day before and she was really beginning to miss his presence but there was nothing she could really do so she forced herself to join in the conversations and smiled at everyone she saw, ignoring Harry's worried glances every few moments.

When they reached the Entrance Hall and opened the large oak doors to the grounds spreading around them, they took in a breath of crisp fresh air and stopped for a moment just to enjoy the beautiful weather they had been blessed with before the snow of winter came.

"Hey guys we'll meet you there, I just need to talk to Lizzie for a quick moment," Harry said and Hermione and Ron nodded, heading off to their favourite spot under birch trees by the sandy shore of the Hogwarts Lake. "Are you ok Lizzie?" he turned and looked at her.

"Yeah of course," she smiled but knew that it didn't reach her eyes. "Why wouldn't I be?" she decided to add quickly.

"I dunno, you just seem kind of down and, I don't know…like your missing something, or someone perhaps?" Harry knew he was treading on dangerous ground but he wanted her to confide in him so he could help take the pain away.

Elizabeth sighed, "ok Harry, but don't tell anyone," she looked around and then cast a few silencing charms she had read about around the two as they moved to a deserted section of the path leading around the Hogwarts grounds. She sighed again, "first, I can't get that ring I saw in Dumbledore's office out of my head, it just seems so familiar and… like it's calling me. Second is I want to know who I am, and why I can't remember my life, and," she trailed off, though Harry could see in her eyes that she really missed Draco and that she was hurting from him not really caring for her the was she did for him.

"Well, you can talk to Dumbledore about the first two," Harry reassured her but she looked up sharply.

"I only said two," she narrowed her eyes at him, almost begging him not to continue.

"…Draco is a weird one Lizzie, he has to pretend to be someone he isn't and I guess you could talk to him…but maybe just forget him," Harry said hopelessly.

"I can't Harry, that's the problem," Elizabeth looked up at him sadly, her eyes a crystal blue at that moment of sadness, like the first drop of spring rain. She breathed deeply and then put on a very plastic looking smile. "Well I'm going to go do homework, you coming?"

"Yeah, I just forgot a book…I'll be right back," Harry said and then hurried back into the large magical school, which he easily called home. But instead of heading upstairs towards the Gryffindor Common Rooms, he descended the stairs two at a time towards the Slytherin Dungeons and a certain blonde boy…

A/N: I'm so sorry it was short. Do me a favor, review and tell me whether you'd prefer short updates more often, or long updates less frequently. It's completely your say because I can make the updates longer but they'll be less frequent. Please let me know so I can please you and I hope you liked this (short) chapter. Sorry again.