I'm back, just like I promised! Except that the title is different than I promised, because I decided that three stories is long enough for a fanfic collection. I have the first chapter and about half or so of the second chapter written out on paper in a book, but I figure that I'll get way more writing done if I just type it all up now. Therefore, there's a very good chance that chapter 2 will be out shortly, as well. Oh, and for any of you Twilight fans out there, be sure to check out my Twilight/GoT crossover "Invasion of the Vampires". It's only two chapters so far, but I hope that it'll be at least half as awesome as this trilogy has been.

Okay, I'll just shut up now.

Summary (because I don't want to ruin too much for other people who haven't read the series yet by putting this whole thing in the summary box): It's about 2 hours after the end of the last fic, and everyone's trying to figure out why the hell Delilah isn't in her coffin, as well as where she could have possibly gone.

The Best GoT and HP Crossover Finale Ever Made

Chapter 1

Clara

All of us – and by "us" I mean Isabel, Arkarian, Ethan, Rochelle, Matt, Neriah, me, Kyle, Seth, Vanessa, Jacob, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Draco, Hoshi, and even Aria – are sitting in Arkarian's chambers, discussing what we found out just two hours ago.

"It's impossible," Isabel states. "There is absolutely no way whatsoever that anybody could have taken her."

"Well what do you think happened?" I challenge. "Did Delilah just wake up after 8 years, push on the lid of her coffin, and walk out without there being any sign of that happening?"

That shuts her up. Seth sighs.

"I don't know about the rest of you," Rochelle says, "but to me, this just screams 'Order'."

"So the Order suddenly managed to find a way to bring people back from the dead and leave no trace of their involvement?" I ask her.

"Like hell I know!" she says. "At least I'm actually making suggestions rather than just shooting down other ideas!"

I glare and stand up, walking over. "Well maybe I wouldn't be shooting them down if someone would suggest a good idea!"

Her eyes widen. I feel the air around us stir, but I could care less. Rochelle stands up, and I notice for the first time how she's quite a bit taller than me. But I ignore it.

"In case you hadn't noticed," she says, green eyes flashing, "it's hard to think of good ideas when not everyone's contributing."

"I'd contribute if I thought there was any point," I counter. "But so far all we've done is think about how Delilah could have gone missing, when we should be considering a) what to do about it, and b) how we're going to find her!"

We both freeze, Rochelle with her gloves off and hands sizzling, and me with my hair blowing around while steadily lightening.

"That's actually a good point," Hermione says. "What are we going to do about this?"

"Perhaps I could be of some assistance," an unfamiliar voice says from behind us. We all turn to see a very pretty woman with waist-length copper hair and silvery-gray eyes.

"Who are you?" Matt asks.

"My name is Alysia," the woman answers. "I joined the Guard when I was little."

"What are your skills?" Neriah questions.

Alysia smiles slyly. "I'd rather not reveal that just yet," she says. "I would prefer to get to know the group of you a bit better first – and for you to know me – before I divulge that particular piece of information."

"Why is that?" I inquire, colour returning to my hair. Rochelle puts her gloves back on.

"Well, if you heard my skill without knowing me first, you'd take it the wrong way and assume that I'm really a spy for the Order," comes her shocking response.

"So, if you're not a spy for the Order," Arkarian starts, "then how did you get in here?"

Alysia shrugs. "The door was open," she says.

"Yeah, yeah," I say, returning to my seat. "That's nice and all, but what were you saying before?"

"Oh, that. Well, I think I know what to do about the fact that Delilah is gone."

"How do you know Delilah?" Seth asks.

Alysia rolls her eyes. "My god, Seth, you really do have a short term memory!" she says. "I was Delilah's friend for the longest time. Since the two of us were 10 years old, in fact."

"That would explain why I've never met you," I tell her. "I'm Clara, Delilah's younger sister. I left home when I was five."

"Oh yeah, I remember Delilah talking about you," she says, scanning my face. "She said that she was glad you'd left. She also told me that she absolutely hated how you constantly followed her around and asked her what everything was."

I blink. "Well, I'm sure she didn't really mean any of that. I mean, it was two years after I left, and she was young...she probably just didn't know how else to express herself."

Alysia raises an eyebrow. "Are you totally sure about that?" she asks.

I fall silent. Would my own sister say something that horrible about me, and mean it 100 percent?

"Anyway," Alysia continues, "that's besides the point. Now, I think that one of the Order took her from her coffin-"

"Ha!" Rochelle exclaims. "Told you the Order had something to do with it!"

"Let me finish!" Alysia snaps, glaring. She looks around to see everyone's gaze on her, and clears her throat, smoothing her hair with a hand. "As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted," she says, silver eyes narrowing in dislike at Rochelle, "this is a very bad thing. I know that the Order has at least one necromancer among them who could bring her back. But that's not as good as you may think, because they also have some...I guess you could call them hypnotists, that could convince Delilah to work for them."

"How do you know all this?" Arkarian asks.

She sighs. "I was hoping to avoid this question, but I suppose I should tell you guys at least one thing personal about myself, just so you'll be more likely to trust me." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "When I was 13, I died while still in the present. The rest of the Guard thought I'd be gone forever, but the Order took interest in me. They took me to their fortress, and the necromancers brought me back to life.

"The hypnotists tried to force me to join the Order, taking advantage of the fact that my mind hadn't fully woken up yet. Of course, they didn't know that I'd only died a few hours before, and my brain hadn't had much time to be off. Because of that, I was able to resist them more easily than they would have hoped. For some strange reason, though, the process of bringing me to life and attempting to brainwash me at the same time drained my eyes of most of their colour."

"So that's not your actual eye colour?" I ask. Alysia shakes her head.

"What is your real colour?" Rochelle asks, curious.

"Emerald green," she replies. "Not much different from yours, in fact."

"How do we know you really did manage to resist the hypnotists, and aren't with the Order?" Arkarian asks, not buying one second of this.

Alysia groans and puts a hand to her forehead. "This is why I didn't want to tell any of you," she sighs. "Now you don't trust me. Even though I could have killed you all by now if I wanted to, not to mention the fact that I'm trying to help you guys find Delilah before it's too late. Well, if you don't trust me enough to let me stick around, I won't force myself upon you. I'll just leave and let you lot work on getting Delilah back on your own." With that, she walks out of the room, not looking back.

I glare at Arkarian. "You idiot!" I exclaim. "She was our only chance of getting my sister back, and you've gone and driven her away! So what if she turns out to be with the Order? What if she was telling the truth? What if the Order really can revive people and control them? Do you realize how bad it would be for all of us if Delilah joined the Order, willingly or not?"

There's a stunned silence. Nobody expected me to yell at Arkarian.

"How do we know she was telling the truth?" Arkarian asks me. "I don't think it's a good idea to just let her into our group without knowing whether or not she's lying."

"Did you ever think that maybe one of us Truthseers would be smart enough to check her thoughts?" I counter. "I happen to know for a fact that she was telling either the truth, or what she believed to be the truth."

"Exactly," he replies. "The Order could have known that we'd check her for the truth, so they would have brainwashed her."

I sigh in frustration. "Well, if that's the case, we can deal with what comes. There's no point in being paranoid about something that might not even be true!"

"Well-" Arkarian starts, but Hermione interrupts him.

"Did either of you stop to think that if Alysia is one of the Order, she could go to them now and tell them about what we're doing? Wouldn't it be smarter to keep her in our sight so we know she won't betray us?"

This silences both me and Arkarian. Nobody says a word for a few minutes, until Isabel exclaims, "Well, somebody go get her!"

I stand up, still glaring at Arkarian, and run out the door. I grab the bike that I rode up here. I bike quickly down the hill, gathering air to put behind me so I can go even faster. I look up ahead and see, to my relief, Alysia walking into the town.

"Alysia!" I call, slowing myself down. She looks behind her and stops. I stop right beside her.

"Clara?" she asks. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to apologize on behalf of everybody," I reply. "We talked about it, and decided that we really need your help. We don't want Delilah to become one of the Order. Will you come help us?"

She bites her lip. "Well...okay."

I smile. "Just give me a minute," I say, and lock my bike to a nearby tree. "Okay, let's go."

Yays! The first chapter of the final fic! Sigh...it seems like only yesterday I got the idea to write the first fic in this series...when in reality, it was one year, seven months, and seven days ago. And then it was one year, one month, and one day since starting the sequel...time flies when writing fics you love...Review for me, please! Tell me what you think about Alysia, what you think happened to Delilah, if you think that Alysia is good or evil...tell me what you think so far! What's going to happen in the future? Will there be an awesome amount of romance? Obviously, because I've put one of the genres as being romance. Give me your opinions! REVIEW!!!!! Oh, and Happy 2009!