Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. This story is merely my way of saluting her. I do not own any of these characters; I just manipulate their thoughts. And I'm not Stephenie Meyer either. I'm just borrowing her minions to do my bidding.

A/N: Well, yeah I had to bring in complications. The story would be too easy without it.

-x-

"You go to school," Draco deadpanned, looking at the vampires around the kitchen table in turn.

"Yes."

"Married and still in high school," Draco continued flatly.

"No one knows the married part of it, but yes."

Draco rubbed his eyes vehemently. "Why?"

"To keep up with appearances."

Draco shuddered. "Give me the choice, I'd be the doctor," he muttered.

Emmett and Edward laughed at the comment.

"Okay, so here's how it works. Don't get in trouble."

"Sounds easy enough," Alice said merrily, easily bypassing Draco's heavy sarcasm. He rolled his eyes, handing out Sneakoscopes to the five 'students'.

"These will start to whistle and spin whenever there's Dark Magic around you. Keep it on you at all times. If it goes off, run like hell and get back here. There will be an Auror posted outside Forks High and he or she will escort you to and from school everyday. And please, don't draw any attention to us," Draco finished pleadingly.

Alice nudged Edward on his arm. "What're you going to tell Bella?"

Draco sighed despairingly. "Okay, who's Bella?"

Edward shifted on his chair uncomfortably. "Er… She's – um… I –"

Rosalie scoffed and said, "His girlfriend."

Draco gaped at Edward, who was now glaring at Rosalie. "Girlf – does she – Fuck, I hope to god she knows," he said, shaking his head.

"Of course she knows! What kind of a monster do you think I am?" Edward asked sullenly.

"The kind that could snap her in two and drain her while she's still alive," Draco answered sardonically. Edward shuddered unconsciously.

"Thank you, that's what I keep telling him," Rosalie said, nodding forcefully.

"I'll have to tell her. She could be in danger too," Edward said worriedly.

"I'll talk to Potter about that," Draco said.

"So, Harry's your boss, huh?" Emmett asked, cocking his eyebrow up.

Draco scoffed. "Like hell he is," he said disdainfully.

"He sure seems like it," Jasper added.

"Bloody Head Auror," Draco muttered. The vampires chuckled lightly at Draco's comments.

"He told me you all went to school together," Edward said. Draco nodded in ascent. "How did you get this job?" the vampire asked curiously.

Draco shrugged. "Intense training."

"No, I meant, why choose it?"

"Oh… Um… After seventh year, we – er – maybe I should let Luna tell this story," Draco stammered, relieved when Luna walked into the room.

"What story, Draco?" she asked, sitting down elegantly on the chair beside Jasper. She didn't notice him stiffening and twitching away.

"About – they wanted to know – I mean… Why we chose to become Aurors."

"Oh, that's an easy one!" she said, smiling vaguely. "It's because we were good at it."

Edward wasn't satisfied with incomplete answers. "Okay, why so young?" he pressed on.

"Didn't want to get rusty," Luna answered.

"So you were good enough before training."

"No, but we had the aptitude."

"Aptitude to risk your lives?"

"Yes, sounds about right."

"Does she always talk like this?" Emmett asked Draco softly. Draco sighed despondently and nodded. "Like Alice," Emmett remarked, showing his dimples as he grinned.

"Why were you good at it even before training?" Edward asked pointedly, knowing that he wouldn't get a straight answer from Luna unless he asked a straight question.

"Oh! You want to know about the Battle! Why didn't you say so?"

Edward looked at his siblings and Draco in exasperation. Draco shrugged, rolling his eyes. "Yes," Edward said. "We want to know about this – battle."

"No, not any battle. This was the Battle. Where Harry killed Lord Voldemort," Luna paused for effect. She got what she wanted. The vampires straightened at her words, shooting quick glances at each other.

"You were – you were still in school?" Jasper asked, titling his head in confusion.

Luna sighed sadly. "Yes, we were. Well, I guess Harry and Hermione weren't. They were out hunting down Horcruxes. But I was. And so was Draco. It was awful."

Alice made a noise of frustration. "You're the worst storyteller of all time, Luna," she said.

Draco ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, so maybe Luna wasn't the best person to explain. Granger. She'll do a better job," he said, getting up and walking out of the windowed dining room.

Luna sat beside Jasper, looking out at the dawning day happily. "It must be wonderful not to need any sleep. All the beautiful sunrises and sunsets you get to see," she mused. Jasper glanced at Alice in disbelief. The room lapsed into silence.

"So, you are all fine with sun?"

The vampires raised their eyebrows. "Yes, we are fine with sun," Rosalie said, sighing in annoyance.

"That's good."

Silence reigned once again for a few minutes. That is, until Luna got another idea in her head.

"And garlic?"

The vampires burst out laughing at her query, shaking their heads at her. "Yes, we are fine with garlic," Emmett said, his shoulders shaking with amusement.

"That's good."

Another pause resounded before Luna's active mind took hold. "And Baggerwillies?"

"Yes, we are – wait, what?"

"Oh look, Hermione's here!"

The vampires hid their confused smiles from Luna as they turned to greet Hermione. She sat down at the table with heavy eyes and a tired manner. Draco leaned on the table, looking at Hermione expectantly.

"You want to know about the Battle?" she asked.

The vampires nodded.

"I'll just give you the shorthand version of it," Hermione said, leaning her elbows on the table and propping her chin on the palms of her hands. "Because it's a long story. I suppose it all started with a prophecy. Voldemort was the Darkest wizard known to man and he found out about the prophecy. It talked about a boy born on July thirty-first who will have powers beyond Voldemort's grasp. Neither could live with the other survived." She sighed. "Unfortunately for Harry, Voldemort chose to interpret it with the Potters in mind. When Harry was a year old, the Dark Lord – he killed Lily and James Potter. But when he tried to kill Harry, he disintegrated. Harry was protected by his mother's sacrificial death. He essentially fragmented Voldemort. The world thought Voldemort dead. That wasn't the case. During our first year at school, Voldemort was back – a piece of him was back. As the years progressed, he grew stronger. Fourth year, he gained his body back. Fifth and sixth year he built his army. And seventh year, he attacked and – it was awful." Hermione shuddered with revulsion at the memories.

"Was it so difficult to kill him?" Edward asked softly.

Hermione nodded. "Yes. He had split his soul into seven parts - we call them Horcruxes. He wouldn't truly be dead until we had killed all of him. And that's what we did. We didn't know what these Horcruxes looked like, but we spent the better part of seventh year searching."

"We?"

"Harry, Ron – my husband – and I. We had found six by the time we reached Hogwarts, our school. Voldemort was already initiating the attack. The deaths," Hermione took a shaky breath, "were horrific. Our friends died before our eyes. We were children, but they showed no mercy. Voldemort wanted to purge the world of all impure blood. He would not hesitate to stoop to killing children. We had to destroy him before he destroyed the school. But we had yet to find the last Horcrux… Harry found it as Voldemort's army ambushed us. The last part of Voldemort was in Harry."

The vampires shifted as a sign of surprise but didn't voice their astonishment. They merely moved in closer to listen to Hermione's lowered tone.

"Harry – he had to die in order to kill Voldemort. He needed to die to save us. So, he left. He left to find Voldemort. He left to sacrifice himself. He left to die. And… he did. Voldemort killed him. But in doing so, he killed the last Horcrux. Voldemort was mortal once again. Harry lived. Even with the most powerful wand – the Elder Wand, Voldemort couldn't destroy Harry. I suppose it is because Harry was the true wielder of the Elder Wand. When Voldemort tried to kill Harry again, the wand refused. It instead turned on Voldemort, killing him."

"And now…" Alice said.

"And now we're trying to rid the world of the remnants of Voldemort. While he's gone, his army is still scattered around the world. That's where we come in. We intercept the Dark Magic."

"You save the world," Emmett said jovially.

Luna laughed quietly. "Yes, we do."

Edward's mind was filtering the information, trying to fit in missing pieces, things that Hermione had left out. "So… Did he ever have a choice?" he asked, thinking back to the conversation.

Draco guffawed. "With Potter, there's never a choice. Even if there is, he's too chivalrous to choose the easy way. He has a bloody savior complex. It's either the right choice or no choice with him," he said, rolling his eyes.

"He's the wielder of the most powerful wand," Jasper repeated. "Does that mean he's the most powerful wizard?" he asked, his eyes widening slightly.

The Aurors snorted with amusement. "Yeah, say that to his face and he'll look like a blushing newlywed," Draco said, shaking his head at the thought. "He doesn't use the wand. He's too attached to his old one. But yeah, I suppose he's one of the more powerful wizards, since he is in possession of two of the three Hallows."

"Hallows?"

"Strongest magical objects that we know of. Besides the Elder Wand, he has the Invisibility Cloak. He had the Resurrection Stone, but once again, chivalry got in the way. So he doesn't have that anymore. But yes, with those two objects, I wouldn't be surprised if he is the most powerful wizard of our time," Draco explained. "But don't bring it up unless you want him to get flustered and start mumbling like an idiot," he added sarcastically.

"Is that all you ever say about me, Malfoy?" Harry's mild voice sounded from the door.

Draco smirked. "Which part?" he asked.

"All I heard was snark, snark, grumble, grumble, idiot. I assumed you'd only be talking about me," Harry said, strolling into the room. He was oblivious to the looks the vampires were giving him.

"We were just talking about how you're the most powerful wizard of your time," Alice said simply.

The Aurors snickered when Harry stopped in his tracks, blood draining from his face before flooding back in at full force. Edward smacked Alice. "Now you're just torturing him," he scolded.

"That's not – I am – just because I… I mean, I'm not the only –" Harry garbled, shifting his weight uncomfortably.

"I present to you, the mumbling idiot," Draco said, waving his hand at Harry with flourish.

"Shut up, Malfoy, before I hex you to next week. It's always your fault," Harry mumbled sourly.

Draco winked at the amused group. "It's true. Always my fault," he said impishly.

"Er… Did you debrief them?" Harry asked, swiftly changing the topic.

"Yes. Although we have a slight problem," Draco said, looking pointedly at Edward. "His girlfriend."

"Why's that a problem?" Harry asked.

"Besides the fact that she's human? Oh, no problem."

"Wh – Oh. Um… how close is she – to your family, I mean," Harry stuttered.

"We're close," Edward said vaguely.

"Can you do anything about her? She would only be in more danger if she knew."

Edward tugged at his ear unconsciously. "I don't know. She's very perceptive; I can't hide things from her. If she asks why I can't pick her up anymore, what do I say? Or if she wants to know why she can't come over… Or why I can't go out with her. Wow, this could be harder than I thought."

"Tell her that more family is in town." Harry earned sardonic snorts for that lame excuse. He sighed. "Try for a week. We'll see how it goes." Edward nodded glumly. "So, when does school start?" Harry asked.

"Three hours."

"Good, we have plenty of time. So here's how it works. Three to four of us on duty each day. One here, one at the hospital and one or two at school, depending. We alternate every other day. Report new findings stat and see if you can track those Dementors. They should still be together. We'll be the four for today, I asked Roger, Ernie and Theo to go rest up. Sounds good?"

The group nodded.

"Malfoy, you'll be here. Luna, you're at the hospital with Carlisle. Hermione, you're with me, considering you look like you're about to drop dead on your feet."

Hermione groaned. "I need a Pepper-Up potion so bad," she mumbled sleepily. Harry smiled at Hermione, looking back at the vampires.

"You guys wouldn't happen to have any coffee, would you?"

-x-

"Oh no, no way are you driving us in those clothes," Rosalie said snootily. Harry looked down at his black Auror robe and glanced at Hermione in distress.

"Rosalie!" Esme admonished.

"What? I don't want to be seen with freaks," the blond retorted.

"She's right, Harry," Hermione said. "If we're going to go out into the Muggle world, we'd better dress like them."

Harry rolled his eyes before shrugging off his robe. He held out his arms, staring scathingly at Rosalie. "Is this better?"

"Not bad," Rosalie said, eyeing Harry's tall, lean body that was simply clothed in a green tee and fitted jeans.

"Women," Harry muttered grouchily. Emmett laughed out loud and Edward allowed himself a smile. "Who's driving?" Harry asked, stowing his wand in his jeans uncomfortably. Hermione had taken off her robe as well, looking ruffled in her clothes.

Emmett smiled devilishly. "I am," he said with a cheeky glint. His siblings laughed at the private joke. Harry knew he was in for a ride. "We'll take the Volvo," the burly vampire said, grabbing his keys. The students and Aurors filed down to the garage, where Harry got an eyeful of expensive, luxury cars and bikes. He must have looked impressed because Alice said, "We like speed. This is pretty much the only way to fuel our addiction."

The silver Volvo was parked at the end. Emmett stepped into the driver's seat, causing the van to rock precariously. Rosalie sat next to him. Alice and Jasper snagged the middle seats and Harry, Hermione, and Edward were left to squeeze into the back. Esme was waving at them from the house. Emmett waved back before starting the car and gunning out of the driveway.

"Whoa!" Harry yelped as he was jostled sharply by Emmett's reckless twists. They wound down their long driveway to the main road in record time, peeling into the street before resuming traffic speed.

"That was nothing. Wait until we hit the highway," Alice remarked, turning her head slightly to look at Harry and Hermione's startled faces.

Harry stared out the window over Hermione's head, watching the dull green forest whip past them. The clouds were covering the sun, casting a gloomy shadow over the entire town. He switched his focus to look at his best friend, who was leaning her head against the headrest, sleeping quietly.

"How far is your school?" Harry asked, turning to Edward.

"Twenty minutes give or take, with Emmett driving."

"If I drive?"

"Thirty or forty minutes."

"Long way to drive."

"We figured it'd be safer to live further out of town."

Harry nodded in understanding. They rode in silence for a few minutes. Then Edward turned to Harry, curiosity in his eyes.

"Why don't you use the Elder Wand?"

Harry blinked at the question, biting his lip thoughtfully. "I – I never thought of it as mine to keep. I borrowed it, and then returned it," he said slowly, staring ahead.

Edward stared at Harry's profile, intrigued by the Auror. "Draco said it was your wand. How did you get it?"

"It's complicated. The Elder Wand, it used to be in the possession of our Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He was the most powerful wizard, not me. Voldemort wasn't strong enough, so he sent his servants to destroy Dumbledore. Draco – he'd kill me if he knew I was telling you this…" Harry drummed on the seat in front of him, contemplating his words. Edward looked on silently. Harry let out a puff of air, sitting back. He turned to look at Edward finally. "Draco used to – he was part of Voldemort's army. In his sixth year, his mission was to kill Dumbledore. A fool's errand, I don't think Voldemort expected him to succeed. I know Draco couldn't have done it; I was there. But he… He managed to disarm Dumbledore. The thing about wands is that once a wizard disarms another, he is in possession of the wand of the defeated. Draco was the owner of the Elder Wand for over a year, he just didn't know it. The wand was placed in Dumbledore's tomb, but Voldemort, who wasn't aware of the change in wand magic, later stole it. But it wouldn't work unless wielded by the true owner. In seventh year, I disarmed Draco. Which meant that I could now use the Elder Wand. So… here I am. It was just happenstance."

Edward's mind reeled with the information. His siblings had thousands of questions in their minds; Edward could feel them. But he didn't ask, lest he dig too deep into Harry's morbid past.

"And, an Invisibility Cloak?"

Harry smiled fondly at the question. "Yes, it has been in my family for generations. My father passed it down to me. It is part of a story, you see. The Deathly Hallows – three prized possessions of brothers who wanted to cheat death. One asked for the most powerful wand in the world, the Elder Wand. The second asked for the ability to bring back the dead, the Resurrection Stone. The third asked for Death's Invisibility Cloak. The third is the most cherished possession of mine. The Resurrection Stone – it did more harm than good for most people, so I – I don't have it. And the wand, it was never mine to keep."

"You are one-of-a-kind, aren't you?" Edward asked softly, turning around to stare out the window.

"I'm just Harry," the Auror responded quietly, staring at his hands.