The Eternal
Chapter 1
Disclaimer; all those you recognise belong to JK Rowling. The ones you don't are mine.
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Sixteen years ago, a child was born under very unusual circumstances. Her mother was a vampire.
Now as you know, vampires can't, as a rule, have children. But this particular vampire was a witch. A very
powerful one at that, and it was this power that kept her baby girl alive.
The baby's father killed his wife and dumped the baby beside the river Tyne, not knowing how powerful she
would grow up to be, or how important she would be to the fate of the world.
For the baby was half- vampire, a very rare breed and the only breed to be truly immortal, having all a
vampire's strengths, but none of their weaknesses. She was found by two of her kind, who recognized who
and what she was, so decided to raise her as their own and teach her to fight. They called her...
"ALYSSA"
Alyssa ducked behind a nearby tree just as a bullet whizzed past her ear. She winced as a second bullet went
through her shoulder. She reloaded her cross-bow and fired. The arrow went straight through
the heart of her would-be assassin. Suddenly, her cross-bow was knocked out of her hands and she was
thrown to the ground. The vampire lunged at her, but Alyssa had disappeared. Just a little trick she'd picked
up.
She reappeared in a nearby tree. Jumping down, Alyssa picked up a particularly sharp-looking stick and,
walking silently up behind him, she tapped the vampire's shoulder. "Hey there."
The vampire snarled and tried to make a grab for her. As he did so, Alyssa rammed the stick into his chest.
The vampire fell to the floor, writhing in agony, before lying still.
"Alyssa, are you ok?" Conner asked when Alyssa joined them by the riverside. "Aye, I'm alright. Just." She
said, taking her jacket off to examine her wound, which was now almost healed. "What's going on?" Ethan
asked "I've never seen them act like that before"
"Aye, neither have I, and I've been here since I was baby" Alyssa said, shrugging her jacket back on.
"You still were a baby the last time we had this sort of bother from them." Isabelle said "It was just after
Voldemort's powers had been destroyed by The Boy Who Lived"
Alyssa looked confused. "The Boy Who-"
"Harry Potter. Ye were just a bairn yersel' at the time, like." Conner said. Isabelle shook her head "I'd bet
me life that Voldemort's at the root of all this. Ever since he was reborn the vampires have been hell! Either
that or-"
A sharp look from Conner shut Isabelle up. "Poor bairn." She said, shaking her head again.
There was an uncomfortable silence. Alyssa glanced from Conner to Isabelle, wondering what they were
hiding. Conner noticed her looking at them curiously and quickly changed the subject. "So, twelfth kill!
Wow, you'll soon be catching up to me!" he said. Alyssa grinned at him, glowing with pride. Isabelle and
Faye frowned. Neither of them liked fighting, only doing so if it was case of 'Kill or be killed'.
Meredith shivered. "It's cold." She said "can we go home now?" Conner laughed. "Aye, alright. Where's
Mickey? Come on." They started to walk away from the river.
Alyssa went to follow when something stopped her. A whisper in the air, words she couldn't quite make
out. She peered into the darkness, searching for...something. The source of the voice. But she saw nothing.
Shivering, she turned and ran to catch up with the others.
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At No. 4, Privet Drive, Harry Potter woke from a strange dream. He had been in some sort of clearing with
his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy, their arch-enemy at school had
been there too. He had been trying to warn them about...something. Harry couldn't remember now. He
frowned, remembering the strange girl who was with them. She had been tall and slender, with long, black
hair and startling blue eyes. Harry tried to remember her name but it was gone.
He glanced at the clock on his bedside table and groaned. It was 4.00am! Groaning again he turned over
and was asleep again ten minutes later.
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BRRRRRR!
"SHIT!" Harry woke with a start. He fumbled around for his glasses and put them on, switching his alarm
off at the same time.
He glanced at the time. 7. 00 Am. Rubbing his eyes groggily, Harry got up and crossed the room to his
wardrobe. Glancing at his reflection in the full-length mirror on the inside door, he grinned. He'd grown a bit
over the summer and was now 5, 9", two inches taller than he had been last year. Also, because of all the
jobs the Dursleys' (who seemed to think that at sixteen, he was now able to change a car tire) had had him
doing over the summer, Harry had developed a little bit of muscle and was very proud of his, er… two-pack.
This was more than what could be said for his cousin, Dudley who, despite being on a diet for the past year
or so, could quite easily be mistaken for Santa's son. Of course, it didn't help that he kept smuggling sweets
and stuff into his bedroom.
Harry pulled on a pair of jeans and T-shirt. When Harry turned sixteen, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had
decided to buy him some clothes of his own instead of just giving him Dudley's cast-offs. Harry knew they
were only doing it because they were scared of his godfather, Sirius Black coming after them but Harry
didn't care. They fitted and that was all that mattered. He was packed in half and hour and, three hours later,
they were pulling up outside Kings Cross station.
"So. When do you picked up, then?" Uncle Vernon asked roughly. Harry paused as he was getting out the
car. "Oh, you don't have to. I think I'm staying at the Weasley's for summer. If I'm not, I'll just get a taxi
home." He said.
Uncle Vernon nodded. Harry had barely got his trunk and Hedwig (Harry's pet owl)'s cage out of the car
when his uncle sped off, without so much as a goodbye wave. Harry grinned wryly. He wasn't surprised.
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"HARRY! HARRY!" Harry turned and grinned at the voice's owners. Ron and Hermione were walking
towards him - well, half-running, to be honest.
"Hey." he greeted them. "Where's the rest of your lot, Ron?" Ron rolled his eyes "trying to pay the taxi
driver, that's where. Mum only went and tried to pay him in Sickles and Knuts didn't she? Taxi driver
thought she was mad. Hermione's parents are out there now trying to help them." he said "anyway, more
importantly, have you been having any strange dreams lately?"
Harry stared at him. "I don't think it's your mum who's the mad one. What?"
"No, seriously, Harry. Have you?" Hermione asked.
Harry smacked a hand to his head "It's spreading. If you must know, yes. I have been having strange
dreams. Had one last night, actually. Why?"
"Harry, I know this is going to sound really crazy but what was it about?" Ron asked.
Harry thought back to the dream. "Well, we were in some sort of clearing, the three of us. Draco Malfoy
was with us too, for some reason. There was a girl there as well. I didn't recognize her, though. Draco was
trying to warn us about something but I couldn't remember when I woke up. Why do you ask?"
"That dream you've just described. Me and Ron have been having the exact same dream, Right down to the
mystery girl. Judging from the clothes we were wearing I would say we were in the 14th century, or round
about then and giving the fact that Ron has apparently been talking French in his sleep, I think we can all
agree that we were in France. What I can't understand is why Draco was there, of all people to dream of.
Not to mention the fact that I was in love with him!" Hermione pulled a face "scary, huh?"
Harry wasn't listening. He'd just spotted the abject of their conversation, Draco Malfoy walking towards the
barrier that separated platform 9 and 10. For a split second, it was as if they were back in the clearing in his
dream. He blinked and they were back on platform 9 in Kings Cross station.
"Ok, please tell me you saw that?" Harry said.
"Saw what?" Ron asked.
"That there! With Draco! It was, I dunno, like we were back in that clearing." Ron and Hermione were
looking at Harry with concern. They obviously thought he was mad. He took a deep breath before speaking
again, "I saw him. As he had been in my -our- dream. You believe me, right?"
Ron and Hermione nodded. "The same thing happened to us when we met outside." Ron said, then glanced
at the clock "hey, d'you think we could walk and talk? Only the train leaves at 10.00 and its quarter to
already."
With that they started walking, still discussing the dream.
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Alyssa was walking along the platform when she saw him.
Michaelo.
This name came to mind and Alyssa knew that that was who he was. Alyssa had never seen him before-yet
she felt as if she'd known him forever. She stood frozen to the spot, filled with indescribable terror.
Michaelo stopped just a few feet away from where Alyssa was standing.
"Evelia."
She heard his voice, like liquid ice inside her head. All vampires, half or full, could communicate
telepathically but for some reason hearing Michaelo's voice inside her head filled Alyssa with a fear she had
never before experienced.
"Sorry. I think you've got the wrong person." She too spoke telepathically.
"I've been waiting a long time for you." Again, that voice inside her head.
"What do you want?" Alyssa spoke aloud this time. Michaelo smiled and laughed softly.
"You."
Alyssa stared at him, waiting.
"Dead."
Alyssa licked her lips nervously. Glancing round the station, she saw five other vamps staked out at
different points. Then she saw two boys, one tall and gangly with a shock of flame-red hair, the other only
slightly shorter with unruly-looking raven-black hair disappear through the barrier separating platforms 9
and 10, barely pausing in their conversation. Calculating the distance, she reckoned it would take her
roughly three minutes to reach it. She turned her attention back to Michaelo who was still staring at her with
unnervingly calm appraisal. Slowly, she backed away.
"Not today."
Then she was off, tearing down the platform. Behind her, Alyssa could hear the vampires in hot pursuit.
Putting on an extra burst of speed, she ran straight for the barrier, half- expecting to crash into it-then she
was through.
Alyssa stared around her with amazement mingled with confusion. What the hell just happened? The
platform she was standing on could easily have been out of the 1930's. It had a sort of rustic charm, no
electronic board announcing arrivals and departures and in front of her was a gleaming post-box red steam
engine which had Hogwarts written on the side. Alyssa looked back to where she'd just come out, expecting
to see some kind of entrance but all there was what looked like a solid brick wall.
Alyssa then turned her attention to the people milling around her. Nearly all of them had large trunks with
them or were wearing long black robes. All around her were the sounds of owls hooting and cats were
winding themselves around their owners' legs. Suddenly, a large ginger cat shot between her legs before
trying to claw its way up her leg.
"CROOKSHANKS!"
A girl roughly Alyssa's age with bushy brown hair came bounding up. "I'm so sorry," she panted, unhooking
the cat's claws from Alyssa's top. "He's always a bit nervous. Doesn't like traveling. I'm Hermione, by the
way." She explained, holding her free hand out to shake Alyssa's hand.
"Alyssa." Alyssa replied shaking Hermione's hand, peering round for the vamps who would undoubtedly
have followed her through...but through where?
"Er...where are we?" she asked.
Hermione looked at her in amazement. "Platform 9 & 3/4, of course." She replied
Now it was Alyssa's turn to look amazed. "But...but there's no such thing." She said feebly. The other girl
shrugged. "The sign's right there." She said, pointing. Alyssa looked and sure enough, the sign read
'Platform 9 3/4' She turned to speak to the girl but Hermione was already walking back up the platform
towards her friends, the red- and black-haired boys Alyssa had followed through. The three of them turned
to look at her. Recognition seemed to spark in the black-haired boy's emerald eyes. He shook his head
slightly and followed his friends onto the train.
Alyssa was about to leave when a noise stopped her. Gripping the wooden stake she carried everywhere
with her, she waited. Then, when the vampire was right behind her, she stuck the stake out behind her,
aiming for the vampire's stomach. "Ah, ah." She said, turning to look at him. Alyssa pulled the stake out,
whirled and staked him in the heart. Pulling it out of the now rapidly decaying body she held it out behind
her, allowing the vampire coming on her right to impale herself.
Suddenly, she was knife-handed on the shoulder, causing Alyssa to drop her stake. Turning to face her new
opponent, Alyssa found herself being held off the ground by a pale blonde vamp. "The boss wants a word with you." He leered, hurling her towards the wall. Alyssa cried out in pain as she landed hard and felt her
arm break. Blood dripped from the cut above her eyebrow where she'd hit the pavement.
She did her disappearing act just as Blondie was about to haul her to her feet. She kneed him in the groin as
he whirled around to see where she was. He doubled up in pain and Alyssa dodged past him and jumped
onto the train. She threw herself into the compartment at the farthest end of the train and shut the door with
a bang.
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked up at Alyssa in surprise. "Hello?" Ron said.
Alyssa ignored him and went over to the window, Peering out, she swore viciously. The three vampires
were on the train.
"Er...can we help you?" Harry asked.
Alyssa looked at them as if she had just seen them.
"Hide me."
Chapter 1
Disclaimer; all those you recognise belong to JK Rowling. The ones you don't are mine.
_______________________________________________________________________
Sixteen years ago, a child was born under very unusual circumstances. Her mother was a vampire.
Now as you know, vampires can't, as a rule, have children. But this particular vampire was a witch. A very
powerful one at that, and it was this power that kept her baby girl alive.
The baby's father killed his wife and dumped the baby beside the river Tyne, not knowing how powerful she
would grow up to be, or how important she would be to the fate of the world.
For the baby was half- vampire, a very rare breed and the only breed to be truly immortal, having all a
vampire's strengths, but none of their weaknesses. She was found by two of her kind, who recognized who
and what she was, so decided to raise her as their own and teach her to fight. They called her...
"ALYSSA"
Alyssa ducked behind a nearby tree just as a bullet whizzed past her ear. She winced as a second bullet went
through her shoulder. She reloaded her cross-bow and fired. The arrow went straight through
the heart of her would-be assassin. Suddenly, her cross-bow was knocked out of her hands and she was
thrown to the ground. The vampire lunged at her, but Alyssa had disappeared. Just a little trick she'd picked
up.
She reappeared in a nearby tree. Jumping down, Alyssa picked up a particularly sharp-looking stick and,
walking silently up behind him, she tapped the vampire's shoulder. "Hey there."
The vampire snarled and tried to make a grab for her. As he did so, Alyssa rammed the stick into his chest.
The vampire fell to the floor, writhing in agony, before lying still.
"Alyssa, are you ok?" Conner asked when Alyssa joined them by the riverside. "Aye, I'm alright. Just." She
said, taking her jacket off to examine her wound, which was now almost healed. "What's going on?" Ethan
asked "I've never seen them act like that before"
"Aye, neither have I, and I've been here since I was baby" Alyssa said, shrugging her jacket back on.
"You still were a baby the last time we had this sort of bother from them." Isabelle said "It was just after
Voldemort's powers had been destroyed by The Boy Who Lived"
Alyssa looked confused. "The Boy Who-"
"Harry Potter. Ye were just a bairn yersel' at the time, like." Conner said. Isabelle shook her head "I'd bet
me life that Voldemort's at the root of all this. Ever since he was reborn the vampires have been hell! Either
that or-"
A sharp look from Conner shut Isabelle up. "Poor bairn." She said, shaking her head again.
There was an uncomfortable silence. Alyssa glanced from Conner to Isabelle, wondering what they were
hiding. Conner noticed her looking at them curiously and quickly changed the subject. "So, twelfth kill!
Wow, you'll soon be catching up to me!" he said. Alyssa grinned at him, glowing with pride. Isabelle and
Faye frowned. Neither of them liked fighting, only doing so if it was case of 'Kill or be killed'.
Meredith shivered. "It's cold." She said "can we go home now?" Conner laughed. "Aye, alright. Where's
Mickey? Come on." They started to walk away from the river.
Alyssa went to follow when something stopped her. A whisper in the air, words she couldn't quite make
out. She peered into the darkness, searching for...something. The source of the voice. But she saw nothing.
Shivering, she turned and ran to catch up with the others.
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At No. 4, Privet Drive, Harry Potter woke from a strange dream. He had been in some sort of clearing with
his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy, their arch-enemy at school had
been there too. He had been trying to warn them about...something. Harry couldn't remember now. He
frowned, remembering the strange girl who was with them. She had been tall and slender, with long, black
hair and startling blue eyes. Harry tried to remember her name but it was gone.
He glanced at the clock on his bedside table and groaned. It was 4.00am! Groaning again he turned over
and was asleep again ten minutes later.
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BRRRRRR!
"SHIT!" Harry woke with a start. He fumbled around for his glasses and put them on, switching his alarm
off at the same time.
He glanced at the time. 7. 00 Am. Rubbing his eyes groggily, Harry got up and crossed the room to his
wardrobe. Glancing at his reflection in the full-length mirror on the inside door, he grinned. He'd grown a bit
over the summer and was now 5, 9", two inches taller than he had been last year. Also, because of all the
jobs the Dursleys' (who seemed to think that at sixteen, he was now able to change a car tire) had had him
doing over the summer, Harry had developed a little bit of muscle and was very proud of his, er… two-pack.
This was more than what could be said for his cousin, Dudley who, despite being on a diet for the past year
or so, could quite easily be mistaken for Santa's son. Of course, it didn't help that he kept smuggling sweets
and stuff into his bedroom.
Harry pulled on a pair of jeans and T-shirt. When Harry turned sixteen, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had
decided to buy him some clothes of his own instead of just giving him Dudley's cast-offs. Harry knew they
were only doing it because they were scared of his godfather, Sirius Black coming after them but Harry
didn't care. They fitted and that was all that mattered. He was packed in half and hour and, three hours later,
they were pulling up outside Kings Cross station.
"So. When do you picked up, then?" Uncle Vernon asked roughly. Harry paused as he was getting out the
car. "Oh, you don't have to. I think I'm staying at the Weasley's for summer. If I'm not, I'll just get a taxi
home." He said.
Uncle Vernon nodded. Harry had barely got his trunk and Hedwig (Harry's pet owl)'s cage out of the car
when his uncle sped off, without so much as a goodbye wave. Harry grinned wryly. He wasn't surprised.
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"HARRY! HARRY!" Harry turned and grinned at the voice's owners. Ron and Hermione were walking
towards him - well, half-running, to be honest.
"Hey." he greeted them. "Where's the rest of your lot, Ron?" Ron rolled his eyes "trying to pay the taxi
driver, that's where. Mum only went and tried to pay him in Sickles and Knuts didn't she? Taxi driver
thought she was mad. Hermione's parents are out there now trying to help them." he said "anyway, more
importantly, have you been having any strange dreams lately?"
Harry stared at him. "I don't think it's your mum who's the mad one. What?"
"No, seriously, Harry. Have you?" Hermione asked.
Harry smacked a hand to his head "It's spreading. If you must know, yes. I have been having strange
dreams. Had one last night, actually. Why?"
"Harry, I know this is going to sound really crazy but what was it about?" Ron asked.
Harry thought back to the dream. "Well, we were in some sort of clearing, the three of us. Draco Malfoy
was with us too, for some reason. There was a girl there as well. I didn't recognize her, though. Draco was
trying to warn us about something but I couldn't remember when I woke up. Why do you ask?"
"That dream you've just described. Me and Ron have been having the exact same dream, Right down to the
mystery girl. Judging from the clothes we were wearing I would say we were in the 14th century, or round
about then and giving the fact that Ron has apparently been talking French in his sleep, I think we can all
agree that we were in France. What I can't understand is why Draco was there, of all people to dream of.
Not to mention the fact that I was in love with him!" Hermione pulled a face "scary, huh?"
Harry wasn't listening. He'd just spotted the abject of their conversation, Draco Malfoy walking towards the
barrier that separated platform 9 and 10. For a split second, it was as if they were back in the clearing in his
dream. He blinked and they were back on platform 9 in Kings Cross station.
"Ok, please tell me you saw that?" Harry said.
"Saw what?" Ron asked.
"That there! With Draco! It was, I dunno, like we were back in that clearing." Ron and Hermione were
looking at Harry with concern. They obviously thought he was mad. He took a deep breath before speaking
again, "I saw him. As he had been in my -our- dream. You believe me, right?"
Ron and Hermione nodded. "The same thing happened to us when we met outside." Ron said, then glanced
at the clock "hey, d'you think we could walk and talk? Only the train leaves at 10.00 and its quarter to
already."
With that they started walking, still discussing the dream.
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Alyssa was walking along the platform when she saw him.
Michaelo.
This name came to mind and Alyssa knew that that was who he was. Alyssa had never seen him before-yet
she felt as if she'd known him forever. She stood frozen to the spot, filled with indescribable terror.
Michaelo stopped just a few feet away from where Alyssa was standing.
"Evelia."
She heard his voice, like liquid ice inside her head. All vampires, half or full, could communicate
telepathically but for some reason hearing Michaelo's voice inside her head filled Alyssa with a fear she had
never before experienced.
"Sorry. I think you've got the wrong person." She too spoke telepathically.
"I've been waiting a long time for you." Again, that voice inside her head.
"What do you want?" Alyssa spoke aloud this time. Michaelo smiled and laughed softly.
"You."
Alyssa stared at him, waiting.
"Dead."
Alyssa licked her lips nervously. Glancing round the station, she saw five other vamps staked out at
different points. Then she saw two boys, one tall and gangly with a shock of flame-red hair, the other only
slightly shorter with unruly-looking raven-black hair disappear through the barrier separating platforms 9
and 10, barely pausing in their conversation. Calculating the distance, she reckoned it would take her
roughly three minutes to reach it. She turned her attention back to Michaelo who was still staring at her with
unnervingly calm appraisal. Slowly, she backed away.
"Not today."
Then she was off, tearing down the platform. Behind her, Alyssa could hear the vampires in hot pursuit.
Putting on an extra burst of speed, she ran straight for the barrier, half- expecting to crash into it-then she
was through.
Alyssa stared around her with amazement mingled with confusion. What the hell just happened? The
platform she was standing on could easily have been out of the 1930's. It had a sort of rustic charm, no
electronic board announcing arrivals and departures and in front of her was a gleaming post-box red steam
engine which had Hogwarts written on the side. Alyssa looked back to where she'd just come out, expecting
to see some kind of entrance but all there was what looked like a solid brick wall.
Alyssa then turned her attention to the people milling around her. Nearly all of them had large trunks with
them or were wearing long black robes. All around her were the sounds of owls hooting and cats were
winding themselves around their owners' legs. Suddenly, a large ginger cat shot between her legs before
trying to claw its way up her leg.
"CROOKSHANKS!"
A girl roughly Alyssa's age with bushy brown hair came bounding up. "I'm so sorry," she panted, unhooking
the cat's claws from Alyssa's top. "He's always a bit nervous. Doesn't like traveling. I'm Hermione, by the
way." She explained, holding her free hand out to shake Alyssa's hand.
"Alyssa." Alyssa replied shaking Hermione's hand, peering round for the vamps who would undoubtedly
have followed her through...but through where?
"Er...where are we?" she asked.
Hermione looked at her in amazement. "Platform 9 & 3/4, of course." She replied
Now it was Alyssa's turn to look amazed. "But...but there's no such thing." She said feebly. The other girl
shrugged. "The sign's right there." She said, pointing. Alyssa looked and sure enough, the sign read
'Platform 9 3/4' She turned to speak to the girl but Hermione was already walking back up the platform
towards her friends, the red- and black-haired boys Alyssa had followed through. The three of them turned
to look at her. Recognition seemed to spark in the black-haired boy's emerald eyes. He shook his head
slightly and followed his friends onto the train.
Alyssa was about to leave when a noise stopped her. Gripping the wooden stake she carried everywhere
with her, she waited. Then, when the vampire was right behind her, she stuck the stake out behind her,
aiming for the vampire's stomach. "Ah, ah." She said, turning to look at him. Alyssa pulled the stake out,
whirled and staked him in the heart. Pulling it out of the now rapidly decaying body she held it out behind
her, allowing the vampire coming on her right to impale herself.
Suddenly, she was knife-handed on the shoulder, causing Alyssa to drop her stake. Turning to face her new
opponent, Alyssa found herself being held off the ground by a pale blonde vamp. "The boss wants a word with you." He leered, hurling her towards the wall. Alyssa cried out in pain as she landed hard and felt her
arm break. Blood dripped from the cut above her eyebrow where she'd hit the pavement.
She did her disappearing act just as Blondie was about to haul her to her feet. She kneed him in the groin as
he whirled around to see where she was. He doubled up in pain and Alyssa dodged past him and jumped
onto the train. She threw herself into the compartment at the farthest end of the train and shut the door with
a bang.
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked up at Alyssa in surprise. "Hello?" Ron said.
Alyssa ignored him and went over to the window, Peering out, she swore viciously. The three vampires
were on the train.
"Er...can we help you?" Harry asked.
Alyssa looked at them as if she had just seen them.
"Hide me."