Nobody could believe their eyes as they stared straight at the Little Person… no… as they stared straight at Ron. Everyone was shifting their eyes at Ron's dead body, lying just feet away from where they were, then at the Little Person who seems to be the alive and kicking Ron Weasley.

"Ron?" asked Hermione in happiness but also in shock. "You're alive, but how… you right here… and you're right there; you're both alive and dead?"

"Who says I'm dead?" asked Little Person Ron. "I'm standing talking to you; obviously I'm not dead."

Ron looked just as confused as everyone else.

"Ron," said Harry. "You died! How can you be alive right now?"

Little Person Ron stared at Harry having no idea what he's talking about.

"Why is everybody saying I died?" asked Ron. "I'm not dead. Why are you guys doing this?"

"Because of this," said Harry as he moved out of Little Person Ron's way so he could have a good view of his own dead body, lying there lifeless and broken.

Ron didn't realize who the body was at first, but as he got closer, he started realizing that it was his own dead body. As he saw that, he changed his confused look to the most frightened look that he's ever showed before.

"That's…me" stuttered Ron as he touched his dead body. "But… how is that me, if I'm me? How can I… be there, dead, if I am… right here, alive? What's going on?"

"You died, Ron," said Harry. Ron's face turned pale, but Harry continued. "You died when the Vampaneze stabbed you."

"But I'm not dead," replied Ron. "I'm standing right here!"

"You're a Little Person," said Harkat speaking to Ron.

"I'm a what?" Ron asked.

"A Little Person," continued Harkat. "You're a ghost that has been brought back from the dead by Mr. Tiny. He didn't tell you any of that when he brought you back?"

"That last thing I remember," said Ron. "is fighting those Vampaneze."

"Are you sure that's all you remember?"

"Yea… wait no." said Ron. "I'm starting to remember as time goes by. Yes! I remember everything! I'm supposed to remember everything! He made me remember everything on purpose! That man with the glasses, Mr. Tiny, he rescued me. Right after I was stabbed, I was in this place. It was very hellish. I was miserable and I was only dwelling on all the bad things I did. It didn't really seem like I had a body. I didn't know where I was, but it seemed like I was in a very lifeless lake…"

Darren immediately knew what Ron was talking about, even though Ron didn't know himself. When Ron died, his soul never left Earth's pull and had been sent to the Lake of Souls.

"It was torture," continued Ron. "but then some people in blue hoods fished me out of the lake and that Tiny man was with them. He told me that I died, but that my soul was not able to leave Earth and go to this 'paradise' place. He said I was in my own hell because I was always jealous of Harry and all the fame he has. I felt guilty and it was eating me alive. I thought you all hated me and was glad that I was dead, so my soul never left Earth."

Everyone was crying now. Harry felt a lot of guilt for how Ron was feeling.

"I'm sorry, Harry," said Ron looking at him. "I'm sorry for being jealous."

"Don't be sorry, Ron," said Harry. "You shouldn't be feeling guilty. No one would ever want you dead. Honestly, when you died, Hermione was weeping like crazy and I thought I was gonna go mad!"

Ron chuckled. He walked up to Harry and gave him a big hug. Harry hugged back. Even though Ron looked a lot different now, even though Ron had an ugly, grey, stitched together face like all the other Little People, Harry was still able to see the old Ron in him.

After hugging Harry, Ron walked up to the silent and zombie faced Hermione and hugged her. Hermione stood there not knowing what to do.

"Ron," Hermione said softly. "I don't… Ron! You're alive!"

Hermione was so excited that she picked Ron up, and even though he didn't look a thing like he used to and was now an ugly creature, Hermione kissed him on the cheek. After she pulled away, Ron stood there smiling.

Hermione was about to hug him again when Mrs. Weasley pushed her out of the way. Mrs. Weasley ran to her Little Person son and hugged him. Then Ginny hugged Ron, and then Fred did the same.

"Ronald!" cried Mrs. Weasley. "I thought I lost you too. First Arthur died, then George died, and then I saw you dead, but you're not…your alive!"

"Wait!" said Ron. "Dad and George are dead?"

No one answered. Ron walked off and saw the body of his dad and brother. He was too shocked to believe it.

"I can't believe they're dead," said Ron. "I am going to kill those Vampaneze! First they kill me, and then they try killing my family. No sir! They will rue the day they tried messing with the Weasley's!"

Everyone smiled at Ron's courage that he had never had as a human.

"Sorry to break up your reconciliation," said Mr. Crepsley. "but our enemies are out there and I do not plan on sitting here doing nothing. As much as I despise Desmond Tiny, he said our chance of victory is higher if we join forces with you, so that is what I plan to do, of course, that is if you accept.

Everyone looked at Mr. Crepsley and at his triumphant face.

"Yes," said Harry. "We do accept. We will be honored to team up with the vampires, but if we are to officially team up, you have to meet with Dumbledore. You have already earned the respect of everyone here, but if you really want to earn the respect of the rest wizards on our side, all you need to do is earn the respect of Dumbledore, which I'm sure we'll be easy."

"So where do we go?" asked Mr. Crepsley. "That Hogwarts place?

"No," said Harry. "You need to go to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. There you will meet all the people who fight against Voldemort. Once we're there, we'll get word to Dumbledore to come."

"Where is this headquarters that you speak of?" asked Mr. Crepsley.

Harry hesitated.

"I…I can't say," said Harry. Mr. Crepsley's eyebrows rose. "There is a protection on the place. Even if I wanted to tell you I couldn't. It's impossible. The protection that is on it makes it unplottable. The only person that can reveal its whereabouts is the Secret Keeper, and that's Dumbledore. If Dumbledore never reveals the secret of its whereabouts, then it will remain safe."

"How are we supposed to get inside if what's-his-face has never revealed its whereabouts?" asked Vancha.

"Well," said Harry. "He's revealed it to certain people. The people he reveals it to can get in and out of the place because they know the secret, they just can't tell anybody."

All the vampires and Harkat were confused, but they left it that.

"That is a precise and confusing bit of magic, Potter," said Mr. Crepsley. "But I like it. You guys are well trained. Let us go form an alliance!"

As they started to walk off, Harkat called Ron back.

"Wait," said Harkat giving Ron a doctor's mask. "You will need it. The air is poisonous to us. You have to wear this mask to live."

Ron hesitated, but took the mask and put it on. Once he did, everyone left to go to "Number 12, Grimmauld Place" to see Dumbledore and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix.

On the way to Grimmauld Place, Ron had been wondering if he could still do magic as a Little Person.

"I doubt it," said Harkat. Everyone looked at him surprised. "I used to be a vampire before I died, but I don't have vampire abilities anymore."

"Here let's test it out," said an excited Fred. Fred gave Ron his wand and told him to try shouting a spell.

Ron waved the wand and muttered all the spells he could think of, but nothing happened.

"It looks like Harkat's right," said Ron disappointed. "I can't do magic."

"Don't be disappointed," said Harkat. "Even though you can't do magic, you still have the powers of a Little Person. You can fight and you have extra strength."

Ron smiled at the thought of being macho, like a real man…

A few hours later they all finally made it to Grimmauld Place. Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley's were staring straight at the house, but Mr. Crepsley, Darren, Vancha and Harkat could not see it.

Harry took out a piece of paper that had been given to him many years before. He then gave it to Darren all folded up.

"Don't unfold it yet," demanded Harry. "Wait…"

After waiting for the right time, Harry told them to unfold it and to read the message out loud.

Darren unfolded the note, and with Vancha, Harkat, and Mr. Crepsley by his side, he read the note with Albus Dumbledore's handwriting on it.

"The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at Number 12, Grimmauld Place"

As soon as the letter was read, a house appeared out of nowhere (well, for the vampires and little person it came out of nowhere) and shined brightly in front of everyone's eyes.

"Let's go in" said Harry.

They all entered the house single filed. Harry was in front, followed by Ron, then Hermione, then Mrs. Weasley, then Fred and Ginny, then Mr. Crepsley and Darren, and then Harkat and Vancha at the rear.

They all followed Harry into the kitchen, and reading the daily prophet at the table, was Harry's godfather, Sirius Black.

"Sirius!" smiled Harry.

"Harry!" said Sirius. Sirius ran to Harry and gave him a big hug. They hugged for a few seconds until Sirius saw the people behind Harry. Sirius knew who the Weasley's were, but he had no idea who the Mr. Crepsley, Vancha, Darren, or Harkat were.

"Who are you?" asked a protective Sirius to the vampires and little person.

They were also protective in return, but Mr. Crepsley, Vancha, Darren, and Harkat each introduced themselves. Before they told Sirius who they were, Harry cut in.

"Is anybody else in the Order here?" asked Harry. "I think it would be better if everybody was here when they tell you who they are."

"Well, Bill and Tonks are upstairs," said Sirius. "But no one else is here. Remus should be coming tonight, as well as Moody, Kingsley, and McGonagall."

"What about Dumbledore?" asked Harry. "He needs to be here."

"We can send word to get him here."

"Yes," said Harry. "Do that."

After a couple hours, everyone who was supposed to be there was there, except Dumbledore. Mrs. Weasley was making dinner while everyone else sat at the table. Lupin and Tonks were sitting at a corner of the dinner table, while Bill and Moody sat talking with McGonagall. Sirius was at the head of the table next to Harry who was next to Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Fred. The only people at the table who didn't look in place were Darren, Vancha, Mr. Crepsley, and Harkat, who everyone that saw them regarded them with suspicion.

"Okay everyone!" yelled Sirius. "Harry has some news for us about his 'guests'."

Sirius gestured towards the vampires and everyone looked at them.

"Well," said Harry. "I don't wanna say anything without Dumbledore. Where is he?"

"You won't need to fret any longer, Harry," said a calm, slow voice from the front door. "I'm here."

Out of the corner of everyone's eye, came the most powerful sorcerer in the world: Albus Dumbledore.

"That's Dumbledore?" asked an astonished Darren. "He looks just like Paris, except he has a left ear."

Dumbledore walked over and sat at the opposite end of Sirius at the dinner table.

"Well," said Dumbledore calmly. "Go on, Harry."

Harry started by telling everyone about the vampires, then about the battle that went on at the Burrow, and how Mr. Weasley and George died. Before he went on about the Vampaneze, he stopped himself in the middle and looked over at the vampires.

"I think you guys should tell the rest," said Harry. "You know it better than I do."

Darren started talking and telling all the Order of the Phoenix about vampires, the Vampaneze, the war, and basically everything that happened to him and the wizards the last few days, including the Vampaneze joining forces with the Death Eaters.

All of the Order was too shocked to believe what Darren had said. There were faces of horror, faces of shock, and faces that were green.

"And if we are to beat our enemies and yours," continued Darren. "we will need to join forces and fight them!"

Everyone looked at Darren in horror and in confusion. The only person who didn't was Dumbledore.

"Very interesting young Darren Shan," said Dumbledore. "Very interesting. It just so happens that I already knew about Voldemort joining the Vampaneze and about you running into Harry."

"How did you know?" asked Darren.

"There are very few things in the world I don't know," said Dumbledore. "but this I do know and about your temptation to form an alliance with us."

"So," said Mr. Crepsley speaking for the first time. "Do you accept? It would do us a great honor and if we form an alliance; we will have a better shot at destroying our enemies if we do."

"I do not plan on all out destroying them, except for Voldemort and Steve Leopard," said Dumbledore. "but we still have a chance at fighting them and we must. The lives of every vampire and every wizard are at stake."

"So you accept?" asked Vancha also speaking for the first time.

"Yes, Sire March" said Dumbledore. "I accept, and so will all the Order. But will the vampire clan accept the aid of us even if we accept the aid of them?"

"I do not know," said Vancha. "Normally, they would not accept. The vampires usually keep out of the affairs of man, but since the Vampaneze have joined forces with the Death Eaters, they might not object to forming an alliance, but still, they might. Some might rather die proudly then accepting the aid of magical creatures and live, which in their mind is, in shame."

"I see," said Dumbledore.

"But I do not care!" yelled Vancha. "If joining forces with magical beings helps us destroy our enemies, so be it, especially if our enemies also joined forces with magical beings."

"What if your clan disagrees?" asked Hermione.

"I do not care!" said Vancha. "I am a Prince and my word is law; so is Darren's. What we say goes and if we tell our fellow vampires that we are teaming up with you, then they will listen to us or face the consequences!"

"Wisely said, Vancha," smiled Dumbledore. He then looked around the table. "Does any of the Order not want to join forces with the vampires?"

Everyone was silent, until Lupin spoke up.

"I think it's a great idea," said Lupin. "Since Voldemort has joined with the Vampaneze, they will be 10 times stronger, but if we join with the vampires, we will also be 10 times stronger and vice versa!"

"I don't know about this, Albus" said the untrustworthy Moody. "This could all be a trap set upon by the Death Eaters. We could be walking ourselves straight into the hands of Voldemort!"

"Get a grip, Alastor!" said Tonks. "I think it's a wonderful idea."

"Me too!" said Bill

"Me too!" said Kingsley

"Same with me," said McGonagall.

"I love it!" replied Sirius.

"Well," said Moody. "If you want to chance it then fine, but I'm not chancing it!"

"There is nothing to chance," said Dumbledore. "These people are telling the truth. Because one, I know Legilimency and am always certain when people lie to me, and two, I am an old friend of Paris Skyle."

"You know Paris?" asked Vancha.

"Of course," laughed Dumbledore. "I have known about the vampires for as long as I have lived, but we have usually kept our two worlds separate, until today. You will need to talk about it with your clan. Send Paris my regards."

"Should we go now?" asked Darren.

"The sooner the better," said Dumbledore. "I think it will best to take Harry, Ron, and Hermione with you. Maybe they can show the vampires some magic to prove to them that it's all real."

"But I lost all my magic," said Ron. "I am a Little Person. I am no longer a wizard."

"Never say that Ronald," said Dumbledore. "You will always be a wizard no matter what you are. As long as you believe you have magic, you can always tap into it. You just have to look deep into your heart."

Dumbledore looked at everyone, and said quietly to himself.

"May I be the first to consider us an official alliance."

Dumbledore waved once, and in a flash, disapparated.

"So," said Mr. Crepsley. "I guess we should go to Vampire Mountain and consult the Generals, right?

"Right," said Harry agreeing. "I guess this will be a fun adventure. Let's go to Vampire Mountain…"

To Be Continued…