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Okay, guys. Here is chapter two for the new story! I hope you enjoy it.

I walked through the door, making sure I stayed close behind Lupin, and into the bright, warm kitchen that resided in the Burrow. The whole scene kicked my senses into overdrive.

I could smell the food that Mrs. Weasley was preparing for lunch, I could hear the scratching of chess pieces rubbing against the game board, I could see the Weasley clan crowded in the living room as I peeked around Lupin's shoulder.

"Oh, there you are Remus!" I head Mrs. Weasley announce. "Now, where did you run off to so early in the morn..."

I covered my ears at the sound of the pans she had been carrying dropping to the floor with a sudden, deafening clang.

"Dear Merlin." She breathed out as she shoved Lupin aside so she could take a look at me.

By this time, the rest of her family was standing rigidly in the living room, all were staring at me with different degrees of shock and awe on their faces.

I licked my dry lips under their gazes as I took in the sight of each and every one of them. They just stood there, making me nervous. Gosh, I wished they would just say something, anything, and get it over with. I expected them to shout and scream and to question me but they did none of that, they just stared, and stared, and stared some more.

I inched my way back behind Lupin again.

The man sighed and pushed me away, back into the limelight, where, still, no one was moving..or blinking for that matter.

"Hey, kid! You're finally here!" I heard the deep voice of my guardian say from the stairs. "I could smell you all the way on the fifth floor."

I turned around to see Jacob running towards me from the rickety staircase. Soon enough, I was wrapped in Jake's hot, bear-like arms and crushed to his chest.

"Hey, Jake." I said with a small smile on my face.

There was nothing I missed more in the world than being around Jake. This last year I had seen barely anything of him and now here he was, waiting to greet me when I arrived home. My smile grew a little more with the knowledge that he was here and he was safe.

"Hey, bud. Have a good trip?" He asked as he released me, clearly unaware or uncaring about the people surrounding us.

I looked around at everyone instead of answering. I didn't get what was taking them so long to process this. I mean, okay, a minute ago I was dead to them and now I was...not, but that didn't mean they had to stare at me for an eternity. I clearly wasn't a ghost and it wasn't like I was going to disappear again.

"It-it wasn't a trip, Jake." I said while keeping my eyes directed at the statues. "I was in hiding."

I never thought it would happen but the next second Red moved away from the pack and began to walk slowly towards me. The youngest Weasley boy came to rest right in front of me and stared for a few seconds more. I held my breath as he checked me over once, twice, three times.

"Allie, you aren't dead." He whispered, not really believing it himself.

I chuckled slightly, nervously, before shaking my head. "No, Red. No, I'm not."

"Well, why not?" The twins said in unison from behind him.

I looked over Ron's shoulder and smiled at my favorite set of twins. "Good question. If you figure it out, let me know, will ya'?"

"Allie?" A quiet female voice called out to me. I looked around only to find Hermione standing on the stairs, leaning heavily on the railing. A hand rested on her heart, as if trying to catch her breath.

It was my turn to stare in someone's direction. What should I say to her? Hi? That wasn't going to fly with my best friend and I knew it.

"Surprise!" I shouted, still kind of intimidated by all of the stares. I never could handle being the center of attention.

Hermione's face was still blank as she descended the staircase and came to stand next to Red and across from me.

"She's not dead, Hermione." Ron said after a few seconds of her staring at me in complete silence.

The bushy haired girl spun on the red head. "Yes, I can see that, Ronald." She spat.

She was in a horrible mood.

I was in deep shit.

"Hermione, listen-" I started only to be cut off my her arms suddenly wrapping around my neck. I thought she was trying to strangle me at first but then I realized it was something entirely different. "Oh. Oh, it's a hug." I said as I patted my friend on the back.

She hugged me for a second longer before pulling away and putting me at arm's length. Hermione looked me over, as if check to make sure I was alright. Her eyes skimmed up from my knee high motorcycle boots tucked into dark skinny jeans, to my white wife beater tank top and leather jacket, all the way up to my unruly curly hair and my new lightening bolt scar.

She stepped back from me, her eyes glued to my forehead. "Oh. My. God."

I put my hands up to calm her; Hermione had that crazed look in her eye that she tended to get when I did something extremely stupid. "Okay, I know how this looks and-well, it is what it looks like, I guess-but it's fine. I'm fine...for the most part and, you know, obviously, that I am alive and-"

Jacob's hand went to cover my mouth. I mumbled a few choice words into his palm before I sighed, slumped my shoulders, and calmed down.

"What Allie is trying to say is..." Jake looked around at everyone. "We should have a talk."

"And that was when I found Lupin and ended up back here again." I finished with a deep breath.

It had taken me nearly an hour to explain everything to the Weasleys, Lupin, and Hermione. During the story, I had to stop several times to wait for the gasps and the mumbled, frantic questions to end. But eventually, everything seemed to sink in and they all calmed down.

"So..."Ginny started. "What you are trying to say is that you...died and then...came back to...life."

I nodded. "Pretty much."

"And...Draco Malfoy...he-he killed you."

I nodded again, not wanting to relive those memories.

At one time, Draco Malfoy was my friend and, somehow, he became more than that to me. I'm not proud of falling in love with Draco Malfoy but it was something that happened. He appealed to the dark side of me, the side I had been struggling with more and more now. I found out over the summer that I had been completely blind to it all.

But, still, it didn't change anything.

Because no matter what part of me-the evil or the good-that carried something for him, all of those feelings for Draco Malfoy were gone. When I thought of him, I felt nothing. And, it wasn't just this way because he, you know, tried to kill me but because he just wasn't Harry.

And now Harry wasn't mine.

"Oh, Allie. It must have been awful what you went through." Mrs. Weasley said while engulfing me in a bone crushing hug. I patted her back tenderly while stuck in her embrace.

"It wasn't so bad. A lot of flea bag hotels and late night driving but I didn't run into much trouble." I said reassuringly. She finally let go and I looked up at her and smiled.

Like the Mrs. Weasley I missed, she patted my cheek. "You are nothing but skin and bones...I bet you are hungry."

I chuckled a little at the woman. She was always trying to shove food down everyone's throats. But I had become accustomed to eating very little over the last couple of months. Heck, I had even gone a whole week without eating human food. It was a bitch to find, but once I got some animal blood in my system I seemed to be alright. Sometimes, it almost seemed unnecessary for me to eat at all.

"No thanks, Mrs. Weasley. I'm more tired than anything."

The woman smiled and patted my cheek once again. "Alright then, you go on upstairs and rest. You can take Harry's bed up in Ronald's room, okay?"

I nodded before turning to the rest of the people around us.

"I'm glad you are not dead." Ginny said as she came up and gave me a hug.

I laughed as I hugged my friend back. "Yeah, me too, Gin."

A similar thing accrued with each Weasley until all had expressed their sincere happiness of my being alive and dispersed amongst themselves in different parts of the house. Red and Hermione were the only ones left in the living room with me. The two just stared, still in disbelief.

"Alright, kid." Jake said from his position at the fireplace. "You go on upstairs and "sleep"." He winked at me and put a hand on my shoulder before going over to the kitchen and striking up a conversation with Mr. Weasley and Lupin.

I looked back over at my two friends and nodded in the direction of the the staircase, indicating that they should come with me. Both nodded before nonchalantly moving behind me up the never ending staircase that led to Ron's room on the top most floor of the Burrow.

We finally arrived up to his door and stepped inside. Red's room was just as cluttered and messy as I remembered it being. Posters were hung carelessly on the walls, clothes were strewn all over the floor, and his trunk lay open, showing that he had been living out of it for the past months. Yup, these surroundings were familiar to me; but, at the same time they seemed strange. I could not explain it exactly but it just seemed so...normal.

I turned around to face my best friends who stood close to the door. "Okay, I know you're mad. I would be kinda pissed too if one of my friends faked their death and didn't tell me about it but you gotta know that it was for a good reason."

Red and Hermione exchanged a look before turning back to me.

"I understand, Allie. I really do." Hermione said with a small, sad smile. "It's just hard after three months of thinking you were dead to just...go back to normal."

I nodded. "I feel the same way, believe me."

Hermione's smile grew before she closed the gap between us and gave me another hug. "It really is good to see you though."

"You too."

I looked over her shoulder and winked at Ron. "Of course, Red, I missed you most of all." I chuckled as I walked to him and wrapped him in an awkward hug. The Weasley had to lift me off of my feet so he could wrap his gangling arms around me.

"Yeah, yeah, Cullen. Lots of love." He rolled his eyes as he let go of me.

I smiled again. It seemed like slowly the two of them were warming up to the idea that I was not dead. I was starting to, also.

"So, have you talked to Harry? Does he know that you are coming back?" Ron asked as he plopped onto his squeaky mattress. I sat down on Harry's bed and crossed my legs Indian style.

I shook my head. "I haven't heard from him all summer..." I bit my lip at the thought but moved on from it quickly. I missed Harry, there was no doubt about it, but I was starting to move on from my former romance.

Hermione put a delicate hand on my ice cold shoulder and gave it a small, reassuring squeeze. "Do you want to talk about it, Allie?"

I rolled my eyes, shrugged off her hand, and stood up. I took a deep breath as I faced the opposite wall. "What's there to talk about, 'Mione?" I asked as I spun to look at her. "We were together and now we're not."

I went over to the window sill and looked down at the world that looked so small from this height. "I mean, it's better this way." I whispered into the night air. The words I spoke were true. Harry and I had fought more in the last two years than anything. I would yell at him for being stubborn and overprotective and in return he would scold me for being reckless and for not thinking things through.

It was better this way.

This summer without Harry, I had the chance to grow up and learn to think for myself again. I had lost myself over these last couple of years; I had forgotten what I used to be like.

I used to be confident and outspoken. I used to be a free thinker. I used to be able to make decisions without wondering what Harry would think of them. I used to be...me.

And now I was again.

It was better this way.

I wiped a tear from my eye quickly before turning back to Hermione and Red. I smiled slightly. "So, do you guys know what the plan is to break Harry out from the Dursley's?"

Hermione smiled. "Yes, and it is brilliant" She exclaimed. "Basically, we are going to hide Harry in plain sight."

"And how are we going to do that?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Red and Hermione exchanged a glance before Hermione pulled out a small vial filled with a very familiar looking liquid. I groaned.

"God, not more Polyjuice potion..." As the words escaped my mouth, it registered in my mind what they were talking about. "Ahhh, I think I get it. We're all going to be fake Harrys , right?"

"Yup," Red said. "Each of us is going to be paired up with a member of the Order and take off in different directions when we leave Privet Drive to get to different portkeys spread throughout London, and then, hopefully, all arrive back at the Burrow safe and sound."

I smiled and nodded. "It's genus."

"Ronald! Girls! Come downstairs!" Mrs. Weasley shouted from down in the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes. "So much for that nap."

The three of us trudged back down the never ending stairs until we came to the kitchen where the Weasleys, Jake, and the rest of the Order was waiting for us along with Frenchy.

"Oh my, it really is true." Tonks said while gripping Lupin's arm.

I sighed as the stares started again. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked down at my scuffed up boots.

"Of course, it is true. Why would McGonigal lie?" Kingsley asked.

Tonks didn't answer.

"You've got to admit, it worked out great. You understand why we did it, right?" Jake said, coming down the stairs and draping a gigantic arm around my shoulders.

The Order members each mumbled their own answer but all seemed unhappy that they were left out of the loop.

"Wait," I asked. "How did it work great? Didn't everyone just think I was...dead and get over it?"

Jacob laughed as he pulled a newspaper out of her jeans pocket. He shoved it in my face.

When my eyes adjusted to the proximity of it, I read the headline.

Chosen Vampire dead. He Who Must Not Be Named on rampage.

I wrinkled my forehead. Okay, so I was a 'Chosen Vampire' now but I still didn't get what about this made our plan seem to work out so great.

"And?" I asked.

"It's just like you said, Allie. He's getting cocky." Jake said with a smile.

I chuckled. "And cocky leads to sloppy."

Jacob nodded.

"But that doesn't mean he has suddenly turned into an idiot, girly. We have to be smart." Mad Eye said.

I looked around at all of the Order members in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at them. "You tryin' to say I'm not smart?"

"No, that is not what we meant..." Lupin said, stepping forward. He sighed. "The rest of the Order and I believe that it would be unwise to take you back out into the middle of this war when there is still doubt that you are truly dead."

I scoffed. They had better be joking. "But the only reason I came back was to help get Harry here safely." I explained, kind of confused myself.

Lupin shook his head. "We cannot risk both of the Chosen Ones in the same mission."

I shook my head also. "You're kidding, right? I mean, I'm a freaking vampire, not to mention that I survived the killing curse...twice. Doesn't that give anyone the slightest bit of confidence that I'm not that vulnerable?"

"You will be vulnerable if Greyback is there." Lupin went on, causing Jacob to pull me closer to his side and growl.

I was starting to panic. They were seriously not going to let me go with them to get Harry. I didn't know why but I had to do this; I had to make sure he got here safe.

"If I can take the spot of someone who can die easier than I can than I'll do it." I fought back. I looked around and spotted the youngest Weasley standing close to her mother. "I'll go in Ginny's place." I looked at Mrs. Weasley. "She could stay at home where it's safe."

I knew it was a low blow to Ginny but it was the only chance to go I had. She would be missing out and she would kill me for it later but I couldn't worry about it now.

"That is not a bad idea, Lupin." Mrs. Weasley said as she placed an arm around her red eared daughter.

The werewolf looked at her and pursed his lips. I bit my lip as I watched him think it over. The wheels in his head were turning and turning for what seemed like an hour before he finally sighed, defeated.

"Mad Eye, would you be willing to be Allie's partner? I need my most deadly member with her or else there is no deal." He explained.

I held my breath. It was up to Mad Eye Moody whether or not I would go and everyone knew that he thought I was a total joke. I really didn't even know why he felt that way but I there was no changing his mind.

The ex-Auror looked at me with his good eye while his magic one sized me up. He chuckled. "I'll take the girl scout with me."

` I rolled my eyes; told you he'd call me a girl scout.

"But Merlin help her if we get caught because she's trying to sell cookies to the Death Eaters." He added, poking fun at me.

I was going to give him some smart ass comment in return but thought better of it; he was the only reason I was getting to go and I'd let him get his jokes in...for now.

"Alright, then. It's settled." Lupin said, wanting to drop the subject completely.

"Great," I told him. "So how are we getting to Harry's? Apperation?"

Mad Eye chuckled. "No, girly. We're flyin'."

My heart sank.

Great...

Later that night, after everyone was either gone or asleep, I was sitting in the living watching the last of the embers in the fireplace die down. It had to be nearly three in the morning and I was not tired in the slightest.

My mind was racing at the thought of seeing Harry in a day's time. I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking of me as much as I thought about him. Probably not. I chuckled at myself. Shouldn't I be over this? I thought I was and I should be.

It was then that I vowed to stop torturing myself over Harry. It was pointless and painful and I couldn't have that distracting me anymore. From that moment on, I was over it.

I settled deeper into the worn couch I sat in and tugged my legs in tighter to my chest. I rested my chin on my knees and closed my eyes.

"That position is gonna kill your neck in the morning."

I groaned.

"Jake, go to bed." I said without opening my eyes.

"Kid, I haven't seen you in almost four months. If I want to sit with you in dark, depressing living room at three in the morning than you sure as hell better let me."

My big, muscular guardian plopped down on the couch next to me and draped an arm around my hunched form. "Whatcha thinking, squirt?"

"I'm thinking I miss our old life." I told him as I leaned against his side. Gosh, how I missed Jake while I was away.

"What do you mean?" Jake said, smacking me upside the head to make me look at him.

I turned to him and shrugged. "I don't know, don't you ever miss Forks or La Push? Miss your dad and the pack?"

He nodded. "Of course, I do. But I'd rather be here with you then there without you." He paused. "You know, Allie, we might be far from home but we are still a family."

I nodded; but, despite myself, I started laughing. "That sounded really cheesy, Jake."

A second later, Jacob started laughing too and told me to shut up.

We both settled down and just sat on the couch together in silence. This is how it used to be with me and Jake when I was little. The two of us would just sit for hours on end doing nothing but talking and listening to the sounds of traffic outside our apartment window in Chicago.

I thought about what Jake said, that we were a family. We were a family-a dysfunctional family but a family none the less- and I couldn't help but let my mind drift to the Cullens.

"Hey Jake."

"Yeah, kid?"

"I was wondering...if you could tell me...about my family." I whispered.

Jacob sighed and scratched the top of his head. "Well...let's see. I guess I could start with Carlisle-your grandpa. He was a doctor-"

"No, no. I know all of that stuff. I mean, like, what were they like."

Jake was silent for a moment. "Carlisle was a very good man. Even the pack couldn't hate him because he was so kind. Your grandma, Esme, was the most gentle person I have ever met...She just adored you when you were born." He, then, chuckled. "Your aunt Rosalie hated my guts with every fiber of her being...but I guess I deserved if for all of the blonde jokes."

It was my turn to laugh.

"Then there was your Uncle Emmett who was carefree and fearless, you are a little like him in that way. Jasper was smart and cunning and loved your aunt Alice with all of his heart."

He paused, causing me to look over at him. From the look in his eye I could tell that he was now fully immersed in the memories of my family.

"Your mother..." He tried again. "Your mother was brave and beautiful and stubborn." He chuckled, thinking of something different. "Did I ever tell you that she punched me in the face once?"

I laughed a little, picturing that in my mind. "No way! Why'd she do that?"

He smiled and looked down, embarrassed. "Because I kinda kissed her."

"Eww, Jake that's gross. I didn't need to know that." I told him while punching him in the side. That was definitely an over share that I never needed to know about.

"What?" He asked innocently before continuing on. "Then there was Edward Cullen." He paused again as he thought of what to say. "Your dad was...something." He said with a laugh. "I hated his guts most of the time but sometimes, when I saw him with you and your mother, I couldn't." He looked over at me. "You remind me of him."

I smiled, tears in my eyes. "I do?"

He nodded. "Sure, you have some of your mother's traits but you are definitely your dad's child. He, too, had a way of pushing my buttons."

I smiled. As much as I loved my mother, I always felt like I had a better connection to my dad. Edward Cullen was me in male form. My smiled faded at the thought. "Falling in love with a human...how did dad deal with that?"

Jake frowned. "It nearly killed him, kid. But, he had no choice but to be with your mom...they were connected in a way that no one could fight."

"So, it's kind of like an imprint?" I asked.

Jake nodded. "I guess so...I know I would do anything for you..." He trailed off. "Are you thinking of Harry?"

It was my turn to frown. "No, that's over, Jake. You know that."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded before looking down and playing with my fingers. "Yeah, I'm over it. I just wanted to feel closer to my family again...I've just been feeling so disconnected from everything lately." I looked back up at him.

"The hiding out?" He asked, causing me to shake my head.

"The vampire."

Jake gave me a strange look and raised his eye brow, silently asking what I was talking about.

I sighed, thinking back to what happened in Italy...to what happened with the Volturi. I knew that if I told Jake I went to see the vampire royals he would go crazy and that was just not something I wanted to deal with.

So, instead of telling him the truth, I smiled. "Never mind. I'm just yapping my mouth off, as always."

Jake gave me a look that said he didn't know whether or not to press the issue. Lucky for me that he decided to do the second. He squished me to him in a one arm hug before standing up from the couch. "Alright," He said. "If you say so."

Jacob ran his hand through his thick, dark hair and started to fidget. From experience, I knew that he was tired and ready to pass out again. "Well, kid, I'm gonna hit the hay...you should too considering the fact that you stole Ginny's spot in tomorrow's mission."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You can't blame me, can you? I have to go tomorrow."

He nodded. "No, I can't blame you...I don't like that you are going without me but I can't blame you for doing it."

Ahh, so that was what this was about. Jake was bitter about being left behind tomorrow with Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. But he couldn't come, of course. He had no magic, no way to protect himself up in the sky; it's not like we could put a seven foot high wolf on the back of a broomstick. That doesn't mean he won't try to come with us anyway.

"It'll be okay, Jake. You worry too much." I told him.

"You don't worry enough, kid." He replied with a frown.

I looked up at him and sighed. "I'll be careful. Cross my heart." I said, tracing an "x" over my heart with my finger.

Jake didn't say anything in response. Instead he waved me off and headed toward the stairs. "Night bud."

"Night Jake." I said as he disappeared into the staircase.

When I heard his door close on the third story landing, I laid back on the couch and curled up into a ball. The fire was almost completely out now and the room was growing dark. It was hard to settle into this setting where everything was safe and secure.

Yes, there were charms surrounding the Burrow that made in nearly impenetrable but that didn't set my mind at ease. I haven't been able to trust anyone for a while; I haven't been able to relax. It just seemed strange to be somewhere homey and safe.

But, I would get used to it...eventually.

An hour later, when I finally began to feel sleepy, my eyes began to drift closed just as Mrs. Weasley came down to the kitchen to begin her morning routine. I sighed as my eyes shot back open and the tired feeling left me. Looks like once again I would go without sleep.

I got up from the couch and went to help Mrs. Weasley prepare breakfast for the troops. It was going to be a long day.

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