Disclaimer- I do know own Harry Potter or Twilight.

Welcome to What You Need To Know- the third and final installment of Allie Cullen's epic story. This story, so it seems to me now, is going to be alot darker than the other two. But, then again, the seventh book was the darkest, as well. I really hope you enjoy this first chapter. I worked really hard on it and I feel that it explains alot of what Allie was going through during her summer in exile.

The song that inspired this chapter is Living A Lie by April Sixth.

Madrid- that is where I found myself after three months, six days, and seven hours on the run.

Well, I guess I wasn't technically on the run, so to speak, but I was definitely not welcome anywhere where I would see a friendly face. So, I guess I was more banned than anything. But then again, I wasn't even banned. I was just...

Dead.

Dead to the world.

Thanks to Draco Malfoy, I had died only to come back to life moments later with a stupid lightening bolt scar on my forehead. By the time I woke up, it was thought by everyone throughout the wizarding world, including Lord Voldemort, that I was gone...along with headmaster Dumbledore.

We-Harry, McGonigal, Jacob, and I- decided that it would be better for this thought to become fact. So, I was dead, buried, and gone, literally gone.

I left Hogwarts and England behind me before Hermione could even stop crying over the losses she had suffered; but, I had to go. It was too risky to stay in England or go back to America. If Voldemort had any inkling that I was still alive he would be searching for me in my old stomping grounds.

So I had taken it upon myself to tour Europe this summer. I had seen all the great sights- Greece, Germany, Italy, Ireland. Each country had it's special quality that could have kept me entertained for weeks on end-well, with the exception of Italy, I couldn't even think about what happened there- but I had to keep moving. If I stayed in one place for too long I could quite possibly run into trouble. If I knew how Voldemort thinks, which I thought I did, then he would be smart enough to send werewolves to search for me; it wouldn't be too hard to find my vampire scent if I was in one place for too long.

I had been in Madrid for five days and it was almost time to move out again. It got old, moving from hotel to hotel so often, but it was how I lived for now. I stuffed the few possessions that I had laying around this fleabag motel into my black backpack before throwing it back onto the bed.

I dug in my pocket and pulled out the polyjuice potion I always kept on me. I uncorked the vial and dropped the hairs I had plucked off a girl in Berlin two weeks. The potion turned a pale yellow color and smelt like...was it buttered popcorn? I didn't really think about it before downing the stuff. I shrugged; it didn't taste as bad as I thought it would.

I turned around to watch as my features changed and morphed into the girl I had stole the DNA from. My skin stayed a pale white color but everything else was different. My cheekbones looked very high and severe, my nose was small and pointed, and my hair was a blackish-blue color. Instead of having my blue eyes, they were an emerald green color—like Harry's.

Once the transformation was complete, I threw my backpack over my shoulder and drooped my leather jacket over my forearm, before exiting the crappy hotel room and emerging into the hot, stickiness of a Spanish night.

I began to walk down the narrow, cobbled roads, trying to find my way out of the maze of buildings that surrounded me. I looked down every pathway, trying to find what I needed but none were to be found. I swore under my breath as I kept looking.

"Perdon." I heard the male voice call from behind me.

I stopped dead in my tracks, trying not act annoyed at the intrusion, before spinning back to look at him. He looked to be a man in his late twenties with black hair and dark skin...and he carried a bottle in his hand. Great...

The man came up to me and began to speak in rapid Spanish. I knew some Spanish so I tried to keep up but learning the language and speaking it in a country where it was the native tongue were two very different things. I furrowed my eyebrows at his words. I thought about reading his mind but then again that would be in Spanish too.

"Lo siento. No hablo espanol." I apologized.

The man looked annoyed, almost angry. He took another drunken swig from the green bottle he carried and smiled before grabbing for my wrist and beginning to drag me. I rolled my eyes at him; he shouldn't have done that.

Lightening fast, I ripped my wrist from his grasp and threw him against the wall. The guy made contact with the stone wall and slumped to the ground the next second. I didn't even look back to see if he was okay before walking away, back to the task at hand.

Two rights and a left from where I had been and I was in a more populated area of the city; it was what looked to be a richer section. I was in a town square type of place with a fountain at the center and upscale vendors and shops surroundings it. Just outside of the square, large homes could be spotted. Two couples, by the looks of them they were tourist, were taking a late night stroll in the moonlight around the fountain, but besides them it seemed to be quiet around these parts.

I walked calmly through the square, looking simply forward, as I made my way to the opposite side. I walked past all of the vendors and shops until I came to the residential area. The farther away from the fountain I became the darker the streets were, which, of course, was what I wanted.

I looked down at my watch: it was one in the morning. Perfect timing for something like this if you asked me.

I continued to walk until I came to street's dead end. The house on my left was large and quite luxurious with it's fancy black iron gate, tan bricked walls, red clay roof, and-

I smiled.

And it's large garage.

I looked around me, checking to see if the coast was clear; no one was around. I, then, opened my mind up to the thoughts of all those on the street. At night, the average person's mind runs wild with thoughts of...I don't know, flying monkeys and finding true love. Hearing these ridiculous thoughts was the only thing that truly convinced me that it was safe.

With one more quick check around, I jumped the fence in one try and landed gracefully on the other side before running at lightening speed up the driveway and through the side entrance into the dark garage. I had to admit, at times like these, my vampire side had it's own little perks.

I slide around the exterior of the garage, trying to find the light switch. Finally, my hand hit the piece of plastic sticking out from the wall and flicked it on. Instantly, the room filled with light and illuminated what I was after.

I couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight of the car before me. "Nice," I said to myself as I gazed at it.

The jet black Audi sports car that sat there was probably one of the coolest things I had ever seen. There was no doubt in my mind that this thing would take me where I needed to go next.

Okay, I usually was not the 'grand theft auto' type but this was a special case. I got a letter from McGonigal a few months back saying that it was not safe to apportate and that they would be expecting me to do that; and, since moving from country to country by running was draining the strength that I needed to keep myself alive, stealing cars was my only option. But, of course, the cars turn up a few weeks later unharmed and without any trace of DNA in it—I was a pretty thorough cleaner.

I put my black leather driving gloves on before going over to the driver's side of the car and lifted the door up; I was thankfully that these Spanish people were so trusting or else the door would have been locked and then that would create a lot more unnecessary work that I really didn't feel like dealing with.

Next, I ripped open the panel under the driving wheel and threw the piece of plastic into the passenger's side. I dug my hand into the hole and began fishing for the two wires I needed; I finally found them and ripped them out.

It took me a couple of tries to get the car to start but finally the engine purred and came to life. I nodded in satisfaction as I adjusted the seat and pressed the garage door opener. Slowly, too slowly, the tan door slid open.

Just then, I heard the sound of someone's breathing fell out of pace and a mattress creaked. A heart began to pound furiously.

"Shit!" I yelled angrily as I heard the thoughts of the man of the house. I didn't know what he was saying but he was yelling the words.

I stepped on the gas pedal and raced down the driveway. I hesitated when I came to the gate but only for a second. It sucked that I had to add 'damage of private property' onto my rap sheet but it was either that or get caught. The car zoomed through gates, breaking one of them right off the hinges, before flying down the road at warp speed. I drove through the city, not really even paying attention to where I was going or if I was being chased, until I was outside the city limits.

I sighed a breath of relief as I drove on the empty highway, completely alone and safe. I rolled the windows down in the small sports car, ready to feel the hot Spanish air in my face. My foot pressed down the accelerator until I was going a comfortable one hundred and forty miles an hour.

I didn't really know where I was headed next—maybe Paris. I had always wanted to see the Eiffel tower and there was no better time than the present; it wasn't like I had anywhere to be or anything like that.

Before I left everything I had ever known behind, I told Harry that I would be there when he needed me.

That time hadn't come yet, and quite honestly, I wasn't sure it even would. After what happened with Draco I wouldn't expect him to ask me for any sort of help or do me any kindness by asking me to come back to the Burrow—to come home.

I missed Jacob like crazy while I was away; we hadn't really seen each other in the last year. He was busy being a double agent for the Order of the Phoenix while I was at school. Now, he was finally home and I was off in the middle of Europe. This imprint that the two of us share-the one that I didn't fully understand-was making it almost impossible to be away from him now that I was aware of it. It was like trying to fight gravity's pull but getting roped back every time. And, let me tell you something: it hurt like hell.

I ran my hand through the straight black hair, that was not my own, to get my mind off of my werewolf. My hand reached out to turn on the radio but thought better of it. Music just didn't seem like the thing I needed just then.

I just needed to drive.

On that note, my foot slammed onto the gas pedal some more and the speedometer raced up to one-eighty.

I had been driving for about three hours and already I was on the Spanish-French boarder. I just crossed into France when something-I had no freaking idea what it was at first-dive bombed my stolen car.

"Holy hell!" I screamed as I fought to keep control of my wits and the car at the same time. I looked over at my passenger side and saw nothing there but a stupid snow white owl.

"Hedwig! I swear, bird, that one of these days I am gonna kill you." I yelled at Harry's pet.

The owl just stared at me with big eyes for a moment, silently asking me what she did. I shook my head at her before pulling over to the side of the road and putting the car into park. I rested my head against the steering wheel for a second, trying to regain my composure. I looked back over at Hedwig and took the piece of parchment she had clenched in her beak.

"How is it you can find me, girl? Huh?" I said as I patted her feathered head. "Can you see through this disguise? 'Cuz if you can then I think I am pretty screwed."

The bird hooted once and flapped her wings as if to tell me to get on with it.

I smiled slightly as I ripped open the letter. I smiled to see that it was from Jacob. Then frowned at the idea that this letter could have been intercepted: note to self, remember to kick his butt later.

Kid,

I know I'm not supposed to send you mail or anything like that but I had to break the rules just this once.

I have been keeping in contact with Harry, both of us are trying to keep tabs on you, but, like a true Cullen, it's almost impossible to track you once you've left a place. So, that is how I came to be in possession of Hedwig. We figured she would be the only one who knew you well enough to find you.

Okay, so back to the point...It's time for you to come home, baby.

Harry's seventeenth birthday is in ten days and the Order is planning on getting him out of-

Wait, was Jacob seriously disclosing secret Order business in a letter that he didn't know would make it to me for sure? Now, I was really going to have to kick his ass...

Harry's seventeenth birthday...that meant that mine had already come and gone.

"Happy birthday to me, Hedwig." I whispered before continuing on with the letter that was sure to make me only more angered.

Planning to get him out of the Dursleys house at twelve sharp when the spell, or whatever it is, is broken. Now, I know you know that I don't know anything about this hocus pocus stuff but I do know that this is important.

Harry told me not to try to get in contact with you over this but McGonigal agreed that it was important because it involves Harry's safety. So, my little runaway, you're done hiding...well, at least, from the Order.

Come home to me, to all of us.

I know you're safe—I'd feel it if you were otherwise—so I won't drone on about that topic. I guess all that is left to say is that I will see you soon.

I love you,

Jake

Oh, and P.S.

Someone will be waiting for you everyday in the stars. I mean, the really good stars that not anyone can get to. You have to pay big bucks for this stuff.

What the hell? Someone would meet me in the stars?

"This isn't Titanic, Jacob Black!" I yelled at the piece of paper.

I took a deep breath and read it again...The really good stars that not anyone can get too...pay big bucks...

I shook my head and silently called my guardian an idiot. "So, I'm meeting the Order at a Starbucks in London?" I asked the bird next to me.

She, again, just stared at me.

"You don't talk much, do you?" I asked her with a chuckle. "Well, I guess there will be no Paris for me." I smiled. "I'm going home."

Hedwig hooted once more before flying back out the open window and into the night sky, leaving me alone once again.

My foot slammed down on the pedal even more and the Audi zoomed up to two-twenty. Ten days-that was the amount of time I had to find the member of the Order that was going to be meeting me before Harry's birthday.

The lonesome highway before me stretched out long and dark and I planned on driving every inch of it that very night. I smiled again as I turned on the radio. The car filled with loud salsa music and I tried my best to keep the beat by tapping my thumb on the steering wheel; but, my mind was running to haywire too pay attention for too long.

Home, home, home. It chanted. Just get home.

Three days later I found myself in London, England. I drove the busy streets for another two to figure out just how many Starbucks resided there—I had found nine. But there was never any sight of anyone I recognized. So, I found a seedy motel and parked it there for my third night in the city; I was really sick of sleeping in the passenger's seat of the cramped Audi.

"Excuse me," I asked the front desk clerk in a very thick Italian accent. "Can I have a map, please?"

The man with a beer guy and balding head gave me an annoyed glance before grunting and reaching under the counter.

I thanked him less than enthusiastically before heading up to the crappy little room I had paid only paid twenty-five pounds for. I opened up the squeaky door and sighed when I saw the small dirty bed and pathetic black and white TV set—it even had antennas attached to it.

It was times like these that I wished Jake had supplied me with more cash before I left. I was not allowed to use my debt card, obviously, because I was dead and had to pay everything in cash. Well, Jake had withdrawn only fifteen thousand dollars from my bank account and, surprisingly it did not last too long. When you think about, it really wouldn't.

I had to pay for food, hotel stays, and transportation. Well, I don't eat much—since I hunt more often than not—but hopping on a train every other week got dicey. I had no identification or passport with me that I could show and had to usually bribe the ticket clerk to let me on with out it. So the last few months I had resorted to stealing when needed and checking into these kind of places had managed to help me make it by.

I dropped my suitcase on the grimy floor abruptly and went over to the small desk that sat in the corner of the room. I spread the crudely folded map over the top and placed an "x" at every Starbucks location. From there, I mapped out the quickest route from one coffee shop to the next starting from the one closest to the motel I was staying in.

I sighed as I tucked the pencil on top of my ear and leaned back in the warped wooden chair. Jacob said that a member of the Order would be at the location all day, every day, until the day before Harry's birthday—that gave me one week to find them.

If I spent half an hour searching for the Order everyday at each of the nine Starbucks that should give me plenty of time to find them. I knew it would be up to me to identify them since I was going to be the one in disguise.

So, my plan was decided and I would start tomorrow. Until then, I would sleep.

I looked over at the clock to see that it was already three in the morning. Great, so that makes it three hours of sleep since Starbucks opened at six.

But, I guess I wasn't really surprised since I hadn't been getting much sleep these last few months. The constant fear of being found out was always in the back of my mind. Not to mention the worry I felt knotted in the pit of my stomach every minute of every day.

I feared for my guardian who was a known spy to Greyback and his pack of werewolves, I feared for my friends in the Order who were putting their lives at risk daily, I feared for my own safety when Hermione discovers that I did not die, and mostly, I feared for Harry. He was the one that was in the most danger. Now that Voldemort thought I was out of the way, he would be more focused than ever to finish the job and get rid of Harry.

Harry and I were not together anymore but that did not mean that I cared any less about him. We were friends and friends have the right to think about stuff like that, right? I didn't know how to be friends with an ex-boyfriend. I really never have had to be.

Cedric and I said that we would be friends but that just turned about to be awkward and painful for both of us; then, he died a month later and it made the whole experience even worse.

I pursed my lips at that thought. It all just seemed too familiar to me now.

I went over to the small, dirty bed and laid down on top of the covers. I put my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling. I shouldn't think like that, I knew, but it was so hard in times like these to think positively. The world was going to hell out there and I was the one who was supposed to stop it. So, pardon me, when I sound so negative but there really isn't an upside to my and Harry's job.

My eyes drifted closed at the thought of it all. It was exhausting thinking in such a way and I was tired to begin with. As my mind fell into the depths of unconsciousness I remembered just how similar my situation with Harry is with the one with Cedric and hopeless it was.

Things weren't normal. Things weren't right.

Everything was darker and more sinister; I was home in England but it wasn't the same place I had left.

I fell asleep thinking that the world was a cold place and life was even colder. But, as Jake always told me when I was little, I can't let it beat me.

The early London morning was damp and dark, making me almost miss the heat of Spain. I walked out of the seedy motel that I had crashed in several hours earlier and simply took a look around.

The last few months I had become accustomed to being very untrusting of everything and everyone—including my surroundings. I opened my mind up to the people on the street around me and listened. Their trivial thoughts lead me to believe that, for now, I was safe.

I turned from the building went around to the back where I had my little black Audi parked. I opened the the unlocked door and sparked the car back to life again. I pulled out of the spot and zoomed onto the road, going zero to sixty in about two seconds.

The first Starbucks was ten minutes away-well, five minutes by my driving-and I got there right when they were opening up.

"What can I get for ya', love?" The man behind the counter asked me. He was a younger man, in his early thirties, I'd say, with scruffy blond hair and an unshaven face. He seemed to be very annoyed by how promptly I had come into the coffee house.

I looked up at the board of all the different coffee drinks and stared at it for a second. What the hell is a chi tea latte? That sounded like an oxymoron.

"Um, just give me a coffee." I said as I pulled a wad of cash from my jeans pocket.

"What kind?" He asked with a roll of his eye.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean? There's more than one?"

The man chuckled and gave me a look that made me think he thought I was from a different planet. "There are twenty different flavors, love." He paused to look me over. "Didn't you Italians invent coffee or something?"

I was about to protest and tell him that I wasn't Italian when I remembered the body I was in now was most definitely Italian with her dark hair, hazel eyes, and tanned skin.

I nodded. "Just give me whatever you think is best in the largest size you have." I told him, solving that stupid coffee issue right then.

The man nodded and wrote something on a paper cup with a thick black Sharpie before going back to get my coffee. He came back a moment later with the cup filled with a steaming dark liquid.

"Three pounds." He told me.

I nodded before handing him the cash and stuffing the rest of it back in my pocket.

I went over to a table near the window and had a seat. My eyes drifted out to the now busy street outside. Cars filed down the one road, one by one, on their way to work. Wait, was it even a workday? I wasn't sure.

"Excuse me," I said as I got up and went back up to the counter. "What day is it today?"

"It's Friday." He said with a yawn.

Wow, Friday. It seemed so strange to not pay attention to things like that, but it just didn't matter to me the past couple of months.

I looked back out the window; I gasped at what I saw.

Across the street, simply standing there and staring at me, was Lupin. I stared back at him for a moment, trying to decide if it was truly him or not. I looked into his mind and was surprised to see that it was open to me.

If you are Allie Cullen wave your hand in my direction. His mind said.

Slowly, I raised my hand but put it back down quickly. How could I know for sure that this was Lupin.

I got up from the table, leaving my untouched coffee there, and exited the Starbucks. I crossed the street and walked straight up to the man that was still standing there. Lupin had his hand in his pocket; I knew what he was gripping in there.

Suddenly, my vampire instincts felt threatened. My eyesight reddened in Lupin's direction and my gut was telling me something was wrong.

With a vampire quick move, I grabbed the man before my the shirt collar and dragged him into the narrow alleyway behind him. Roughly, I pinned him against the wall and snarled.

His hand came out of his pocket, then, with his want clutched tightly in it. Just as fast as before, I knocked the wand out of his hand and pinned his wrist against the wall, I held the rest of him with my free hand.

"Who the hell are you?" I seethed.

The man coughed. "I am Remus Lupin." He gasped out.

I shook my head and pushed him into the brick wall harder. "No, you are not."

"I am." He told me. "I am Remus Lupin and you are Allie Cullen."

I shook my head again. "No, I am not..You are lying."

The man shook his head. "No," He choked out.

I loosened my grip on him ever so slightly. I was crushing his vocal cords and if I hadn't let go he wouldn't have been able to speak at all and then what good would he have been to me?

"Prove it." I hissed through my teeth.

The man took a few deep breaths before speaking. "The first time I met Allie Cullen was in my Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She told me she was afraid of American Pixies." He told me.

I scoffed. "There were a lot of people there that day, a number of them were Death Eater's kids. You have to be more convincing, professor, or else I am going to have to kill you."

Lupin-or whoever- looked down at me with shocked eyes. "That day, I also had Allie stay behind after class, no one was there but her and I. I asked her why the thing she feared most wasn't a wood stake..."

My grip loosened even more and I took a deep breath. As I inhaled, I allowed myself to take in the scent of Lupin—a distinctly tragic werewolf smell that I could never forget. I gasped before letting go of him completely. "I don't fear stakes because they can't kill me..." I trailed off before looking up at him. "And I asked you if the thing you feared most was a full moon."

Lupin smiled slightly. "That is correct."

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I backed away from my former teacher until I was touching the opposite brick wall. "I'm sorry, Lupin, I don't know what came over me..."

"You have been running for so long, Allie, with no one around that you could trust. You felt threatened and you reacted to it." He came over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Personally, I'd rather have you do what you did instead of going with me without any proof of who I truly was."

I bit my lip. "It's hard, now, to let my guard down."

"Then don't." He stated simply.

I looked back up at him and nodded. That, really, probably was the best option for me. "It's good to see you, Allie." He looked me over once, noting that I didn't appear to be me. "Well, sort of. I'm just glad you are alive."

"It's good to see you, too, professor." I told him.

He nodded before dropping his hand from my shoulder and going over to the spot where he had dropped his wand. "Well, shall we?"

I nodded. "How will we get to the Burrow?" I asked him.

"Oh, I fear that we will have to take a train then walk to the Burrow. It would be to conspicuous if we used magic."

"Or," I started with a shrug. "I could drive us there."

Lupin looked over at me with furrowed eyebrows. "You have one of those devices...what are those things...cars?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I could get us there a lot faster. You just need to tell me the way."

Lupin narrowed his eyes, as if debating it, before nodding. "Alright."

"Kay, this way then." I waved him back over to the other side of the street where the Audi was parked right outside of the coffee shop.

"Amazing, this thing is simply amazing." Lupin stated in awe.

I opened the car door for him, thinking that he wouldn't be able to figure it out. "It gets a girl from point A to point B." I said with a shrug.

The professor got in and sat down before I closed the door and went over to the driver's seat. I went to the spot under the dash and put the two wires together again to start the car.

"That seems like a very inconvenient way to make the machine run." Lupin deduced.

I chuckled as I put the car into gear and pulled out into traffic. "Well, it is but most cars just take a key to start it."

"Well, why doesn't yours have one of these keys?" He asked.

I looked over at him as I shifted up to fifth gear. "Because I jacked this car off of some guy in Spain and left the keys with him." I explained simply.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "So, you stole it?"

I nodded before changing the subject. "You better put your seatbelt on, Lupin."

He looked at the thing I pointed to before pulling out the seatbelt more and staring at it. I sighed before taking it from his hand and clicking it into the locked position on his seat. Honestly, these magical folk were so dense when it came to modern technology.

"Shouldn't you put one on, too?" He asked, causing me to chuckle.

"Nah, I'm good." I said.

The two of us fell silent for a little while as I took the twists and turns through London until finally be broke out of the city. Once we were on the open roads, I decided I needed to ask something. "How is everybody?"

Lupin sighed. "Things have been grim, I'm afraid. Hermione hasn't spoken much since the funeral and Jacob walks around like a zombie half of the time."

"Why does he do that? He knows I'm alive."

"Yes, he does." Lupin said. "But that doesn't mean he isn't worried sick."

I nodded, feeling terrible about all of this. "I never wished for Hermione to get this upset...I just thought that if we faked my death it would give us the upper hand when the time came."

"It will help." Lupin said. "When the time is right, Hermione will know and all will be forgiven."

I nodded again, getting lost in my thoughts. As we zoomed on, I couldn't help but think about the others reaction when they saw me alive. What Hermione would do and what Red would say. What Moody would shout and then call me a Girl Scout.

As we neared the house, I suddenly became afraid. The car crawled to a stop as we pulled into the gravel driveway several feet away from the Burrow.

I put the car in park and sighed; this moment had snuck up on me.

"I can't go in there, Lupin." I admitted.

Lupin, who was trying to figure out how to open the door, turned to look at me. "Why not?"

"Because it's been too long. You saw how I reacted back in that alley...I'm not the same. What if they can't recognize me? Or what if they don't want to take me back after the hell I put them through?"

Lupin sighed. "Allie, no one is the same. The deaths and the battles-they have changed us all." We both fell silent for a moment, thinking about Dumbledore. "I know, you are scared to feel safe again and not to be running; it's too normal and I understand that. But, you know what? Those people in there need you. Hermione needs you, Jacob needs you, even Ronald needs you in his own way..." He trailed off. "If you can't do it for them, can you, at least, do it for Harry?"

My breath caught in my chest at that last name. Do it for Harry. For Harry. Harry.

I looked back over at Lupin and nodded.

The man sighed, as if relieved, and smiled slightly. "Good, now, let's go in."

Lupin, annoyed with the door, finally waited for me to open it for him. I went around to the other side and slide the down up and open. It was then, that I felt it.

I placed my hands on the car and leaned against it as my features changed and morphed back into what I was supposed to look like. It was a painful change and I cringed against it. Normally, Polyjuice potion did not harm a person but it was more difficult for a vampire. My body was becoming more and more marbleize with each passing day and it took a greater effort to change it. The stone of my skin scrapped against my bones as they slid back into place and I winced.

But, finally, it was over. I unclenched my teeth and stood up right. The glossy paint of the Audi showed my a reflection that I had not seen in a great while. I saw my curly, almost wild, blond hair, my blue eyes, and my pink cheeks...I also saw the lightening bolt scar that was partially covered by my bangs. I bit my lip as I pressed my finger against it. It was smooth, now ,that it was covered in scar tissue, not like it was when I first left Hogwarts. It was ugly and vicious looking, almost angry. I could feel my tough, marble skin trying to heal it all together but even my vampire side could not heal this wound.

It would be there for the rest of my life; it was there because of Draco Malfoy.

"Allie?" Lupin prompted. I looked over at him to see that he had taken he liberty of grabbing my leather pack and swinging it over his shoulder. "Are you ready?"

I looked over at myself and the scar one last time before nodding.

Lupin did the same before leading the way to the front door. He placed his hand on the knob and took a deep breath before letting the door swing open.

I was Allie Cullen again.

I was alive.

And now, I was home.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I really loved writing. I have alot of great plans for this story so I hope you stick with it! As always, thank you for reading! Please tell me what you think!