*Kid Rock voice* Guess who's back?

A/N: That's right, bitches! I'm back, and I've brought an improved writing style with me! Uh huh.

A/N 2: *tomatoes fly at face* Aww man. Anyway, yes, I'm sorry! I've just been...lazy. ALSO! In the previous chapter, I accidentally got the tenses mixed up...sorry about that! This is in 3rd person limited, present tense unless I say otherwise!

OWTS!

~Nox

The sharp 'tap!' of plastic on stone sounds throughout the dim hallway. A lock clicks and slides. Two heavy double doors open, and the small group is ushered into the main hall.

At the far side of the wall, directly across from the doors, are four throne-like chairs, the only difference between them being one's size. The smaller one is about the size of a tall teenager.

In the chair sits a feminine figure cloaked from head to toe in black. The long-sleeved turtleneck she wears hugging her hourglass figure nicely. On her head she wears a black sheer and silk veil, hiding silver and red eyes from the world. There is a thick layer of eyeshadow on her eyelids, but that is all the makeup she wears. Her lips are a natural crimson, and her skin is a bloodless pale. At the top of the veil sits a small black diamond, resting on straight, knee-length, jet-black hair. She wears a miniskirt with black tights and sharp knee-high boots with small chains. On her hands she wears black half-gloves which reveal black nails better described as claws.

Over all of this she wears a black silk cloak.

Vespira Lillian Potter, better known as Ira Volturi, looks up as Jane walks in.

"Jane," she says, her voice an odd mix of an Italian and British (English?) accent, "I trust the humans gave you no trouble?"

Her lips twitch up slightly as her "mother" nods. One of the younger-looking men in the group's eyes glaze over, she notices, when she speaks.

"No, dear. But this one," Jane says, pushing the dazed man forward, "is truly disgusting."

Ira looks the man in the eyes before saying in a monotone, "David Pierce, age thirty-four. Born November 7th 1972 in New York City at two am. Criminal history: Accused of the rape and murder of twelve girls between the ages of 5-15."

Jane nods, shoving the man towards the foremost chair. Aro looks at Pierce in disgust as he walks forward. He snaps his neck.

Ira looks at Aro, a fine eyebrow arched. He nods subtly at her, and she nods back.

"Take him out of here. Either burn him or give him to the Guard," she commands. One of the Guard that Ira doesn't know steps forward to do so, not wanting to face the nineteen-year-old's wrath.

Ira is a half-vampire Hybrid, forever frozen at age nineteen. She is the most important to the Volturi. She can turn into any feline, canine, or half of a feline or canine. She is a natural-born Animagus, with her form a black-and-silver Wolf, which she can also become half of. Her vampire gift is anything and everything to do with knowledge.

Ira then gestures to Aro that she's leaving, and, without waiting for a response, walks out. Once the doors slam shut behind her, she turns on her heel. With a silent 'pop!' she disappears.

She reappears on the balcony of the clock tower, too high up for the humans to see her. She takes out her wand - black cedar with crushed black diamond, one of her hairs, and crystallized Basilisk venom core, ten-and-a-half inches - and conjures a cigarette. She raises her veil, and places the cigarette between her sharp teeth. She lights it with a quick 'incindio!'

She takes a drag, exhaling through her teeth.

"A storms a-rollin' in," she mumbles, looking up at the darkening sky with apprehension.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short! The good news is, I'm already working on the next part! So, I'm sorry. Yes, I changed the Harry Potter timeline along with the Twilight one a bit. The prologue was set in 1752.

Hope you enjoyed!

~Nox