Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight.

So sorry for the long wait. As always, life gets in the way.

I hope the wait was worth it!

The next week passed in relatively the same familiar chaos as the beginning of the summer had gone. The Weasley's and Delacour's were feverishly preparing the final touches for the wedding that was supposed to happen today but, thanks to that diva of a bride, it seemed like that it would be postponed. Something about her veil just didn't sit right with her, causing me to roll my eyes. Leave it to Fleur to have a heart attack over something so small.

I sat in the window seat on the top of the staircase as I watched the setup of the tent below. Despite the normalcy of all this drama, a horrible feeling was settled into the pit of my stomach.

Our plan to leave was all set for one week after the wedding; Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I decided to scheduled out departure to go on the hunt for Horocruxes and let me tell you, it was not going to be easy.

None of us knew how long we were going to be gone, heck, Hermione even went as far as to wipe her parents memories and send them to Australia to keep them safe; as far as the Granger's knew they never had any children. None of us knew what to expect while we were gone. Hermione and I decided that we would pack us and the boys for all contingencies including swim wear in the off chance that we would need it.

The truth of the matter was that none of us knew what was to come and it was terrifying.

But, you see, I could handle these things. I adapted to my surroundings; I was a survivor. There was something entirely different that had my stomach in knots, something that was hard to believe.

The day of my and Harry's birthday party did not end in a fight between us because that would be too easy. No, it ended in a visit from none other than the current minister of magic, Rufus Scrimegour.

I fled down the stairs, away from Ginny's room, away from Harry, and away from that stupid, stupid Sneakoscope.

I made it down to the kitchen and saw that a strange man was standing in the kitchen; everyone around was silent and rigid.

The man, wearing a suit and looking very official, was about to turn his head in my direction when I quickly sped back up the stairs and out of view. As it was, I was still considered dead by the wizarding community and could not risk being seen by anyone.

"That is odd." He said. "I could have sworn that somebody was-"

"Minister, why don't I go and get Harry for you?" I heard Hermione cut in frantically before she came, almost sprinting, up the stairs.

She ran right into me and almost jumped out of her skin. "Oh, Allie!"

"What is going on? Who is that guy?"

"That is Rufus Scrimegour. He has come to talk to me, Ronald, and Harry."

"Well, what does he want?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "And where is Fudge?" I asked.

Hermione tilted her head to me as she pulled me farther up the stairs. "Allie, you never-? No one has told you?"

"Told me what?" I asked.

"He's dead. You-know-who killed him." She said sadly.

I blinked rapidly a few times; I was not sure I heard her correctly. I cared nothing for the fallen minister but never had I wished death upon him, especially not by the hands of my enemy.

"Hermione?" Ron called up the stairs. "Have you found Harry?"

"Just a minute!" She called back down to him with a frustrated sigh. "Listen, go up to Ron's room and wait for us to come get you when he leaves. I have to go find Harry."

I nod in response before doing exactly what I am told. I closed the door behind me and lay down on the youngest Weasley boy's squeaky bed. I placed my hands behind my head as I stared up at the Qudditch poster on the ceiling.

As it had been lately, time had no meaning to me. I might have been waiting, pondering, for minutes or hours until the three of them finally arrived back up to Ron's room. I jumped up from my position and frantically began to question them.

"Well?" I asked, ignoring the fact that Harry was staring at me. At the moment, the conversation we had in Ginny's room did not exist. All that mattered was what the Minister had to tell them.

They all sat down on the bed, side by side by side, with various degrees of shock and confusion on their faces. It was then that I realized that each held an object in their hands. None of them spoke for a minute, causing me to have to question them again.

"Tell me what happened. Please don't make me beg." I said as sat on Harry's rolling bed across from them.

"He came to read us Dumbledore's will." Hermione told me, being the first one of them to regain their sense. From the puffiness in her eyes I could tell that she was trying hard not to cry...again.

"And?" I asked, quietly, as I too thought back to our fallen headmaster. It seemed so strange to think that he was truly gone. Now as the months passed by without a word it was starting to sink in; Dumbledore would not be coming back to us.

"He gave us gifts." Red explained, holding up an object that looked like an overgrown lighter. "It was his Deluminator."

I nodded, having heard of those magical trinkets before.

"I received a book." Hermione told me, holding up a battered copy of The Tales of Beetles the Bard.

"I have this book." I said, as I grabbed hold of it and studied the warn leather cover. "Cedric bought it for me one weekend in Hogsmeade." I looked up at Harry, trying not to think on Cedric for too long. "What about you?"

Harry pursed his lips together as he tossed me a small golden object. I caught it in my right hand and studied it; it was easy enough to tell what it was. "A snitch?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Harry shrugged. "We have no idea what any of these things mean or why he would leave them to us...do you?"

I just shook my head as I threw the snitch back to him. It seemed odd that Dumbledore would leave them these objects, none of them had any clear purpose or meaning to them. But, then again, that was typical Dumbledore. Nothing was simple or clear with him.

"Allie," Harry spoke my name to get my attention. "He left something for you, as well. Scrimegour said that he had something for you but didn't want to release it to us; I insisted though and he gave it to me."

Harry dug into his sweatshirt pocket and pulled out an envelope. He handed me the letter and I stared at it.

A letter?

I ran my hands over the dry parchment and turned it over to see the wax seal that kept the envelope closed. "It's Dumbledore's seal..." I trailed off as I studied it further.

"Are you going to open it?" Red asked only to receive a nudge in the ribs from Hermione.

I took a deep breath. Did I want to open it? What would it say? Would it change everything again? Knowing Dumbeldore, it would, and that scared the shit out of me. I took another deep breath before nodding.

I ripped the wax from the envelope flap and took out the two pieces of parchment that resided inside of it. I got up from the bed and walked over to the window sill and began to read:

Dear Allie,

If you are reading these words than it means I have passed on. I am sorry that I am not here to tell you this in person but as you know I am preoccupied at this time.

I shook my head. Leave it up to Dumbledore to make fun of his own death...how did he know he was going to die anyway? It seemed creepy to me but I continued to read.

The reason I have given you this letter, Allie, instead of the other gifts is because there is no solid object that I could gift to you that you would find useful. There is, however, one thing I could give that you would use wisely and that is knowledge.

As you know, the tragedy that you endured-the death of your family and the trial you faced with Voldemort that led to your scar-occurred months before Voldemort moved against the Potter's.

As you also know, Allie, Harry and I have been searching the English country side for Voldemort's Horocruxes. I have been led to believe that there are seven in all. Thankfully, Harry destroyed the first-Tom Riddle's diary-in his second year and I have taken it upon myself to destroy a second-the ring of Slytherin.

However, there are still five more out in the world somewhere.

This was all things I had heard before. We were planning to go out and destroy them anyway...Dumbledore knew that. Instead of questioning it, I went on.

I am so sorry that I must be the one to bear this news to you,Allie, but you have to know the truth.

Do you remember back to the time when you asked me if there was a chance for Harry to survive after all of this is over? I will never forget the fierce determination you held in your eyes as you made me promise there was hope for him when all is said and none.

You are selfless, fearless, and above all, you have a strong heart; I will always admire those qualities in you.

So, though it pains me to say it, I know that you will be able to handle this news with grace and understanding. I must tell you the truth once and for all.

It is you, Allie.

You will be the one to die at Voldemort's hand.

The air escaped my body in an audible gasp. My three friends jumped to my aid but I held my hand up to stop them because, honestly, I did not want them to know what the letter said.

I gave them a small reassuring smile before looking back down.

I have studied the memory I took from you of the night your family died over and over and have found only one conclusion. Allie, you are one of the five Horocruxes.

As I sit down to write this, it all makes so much sense to me now.

When Voldemort looked into your eyes, scanning your soul, he created a connection between the two of you; he was still within your soul when he decided that you should not live. When you survived, he was weakened tremendously. I know I told you it was due to the Killing Curse he cast upon you but now I realize that it was because a part of him was transferred to you and that was why Harry survived the night his parents were attacked, as well; because Voldemort was not at his full strength.

I understand that this letter is cruel and I am horrid for not telling you in person but I just couldn't find the right time to say it; you were not ready to hear it. But you must be ready now to her the bitter truth of it all.

You have two options, Allie.

One is that you throw this letter away and never think on it again. You may go back to living your life as if you never knew the words I had written. No one would blame you for not doing what I ask for it is your life we are speaking of.

The second option is that meet Voldemort head on. When the time comes you would have to face Voldemort; when the time comes you would have to allow him to raise his wand to you; when the time comes you would have to allow him to kill you.

You must also know that if you do not allow him to kill you-to kill the Horocrux in you-then he will never truly be dead. As long as you live a part of him shall too.

Now, that is not to say that it is not possible to keep him at bay either, but it is the only sure way of killing him for good.

I realize that neither of these options sound pleasing but it is nothing more than the truth.

The choice is yours and yours alone, Allie. Make the choice that makes the most sense to you.

You are strong and noble, just like your parents, and I have no doubt in my mind that you shall make the right decision. You have a strong heart, always remember that. When you feel as if the weight of the world is pressing too hard upon you just think of these words: No matter what happens you will always be strong and brave to those that love you.

I am afraid the hour grows late and Harry is about to arrive; tonight we are going to search for another of the Horocruxes.

I know not how to say goodbye for I fear it will all seem strange now that I have passed on for good. I believe you will have already said your goodbyes by the time this letter finds you.

Keep an eye on Harry, Ron, and Hermione, won't you? They do not understand death in the way you do. They need that sense of comfort that only you, their best friend, can give to them. I would also advise not to tell them of what I discussed in this letter but that is completely up to you.

I wish there was another way, Allie; believe me, I really do. I wish you every luck and strength in this trying time. I am sure I am watching over you right now from my heavenly perch and will continue to until the end.

God speed, Allie Cullen.

Yours, now and forever,

Albus Dumbledore

I refolded the paper in my hands and put it back in the envelope before collapsing back on Harry's bed. My friends were all staring as I expected them to.

"What did it say?" Harry asked with questioning eyes.

I rotated the envelope around my fingers, still in shock with what I had been told.

I had to die.

That was our only option in defeating Voldemort for good.

Dumbledore made it sound as if I had another option besides that but I don't. I would never abandon the entire wizarding world because I didn't want to die. There were not options for me except one: I was going to die.

I smiled up at Harry. "He was just saying goodbye properly.

So, here I sat now, on this window sill with the crinkled letter in my hands. Since receiving it, I never allowed the thing out of my sight. If someone-namely Harry, Hermione, Red, and Jake-were to find it then I would be done for. I really had thought about telling them about this, well, at least, Harry. In my eyes, he had a right to know what was going on. But then, five minutes after that thought crossed my mind, I came to my senses and knew it would be moronic to tell them because, like the good friends they were, they would try to talk me out of it. And knowing Jacob he probably would succeed.

The thought of leaving Jake for good scares me. Who is going to cook for him when I am gone? Who is going to do the laundry? Who is going to take care of him when I can't?

He would try to guilt me into giving up by saying something like "your mother left me and now you are going to too?". And, quite honestly, it would work because he would be absolutely right. He would make it seem selfish of me to do this. In reality it wasn't selfish; I knew that but Jake wouldn't.

I was going to let Voldemort kill me-plain and simple.

Since the day I heard the prophecy in the Department of Mysteries I wished that it would come down to this...come down to me and him. But, now that it was real it just seemed frightening. To be quite honest I was scared shitless.

I wasn't scared to die though-in my opinion, it's better than living forever-I was scared of loosing what I would leave behind.

The tent was finally standing on it's own in the Weasley's front lawn-billowing in the wind. From the noise coming from the second story of the house the crisis with Fleur's veil was averted, thank Merlin.

Bill and Fleur just needed to get married. I was sick of all the talk of weddings, marriage, love, babies, and every other seemingly pointless subject. I mean, marriage? It seemed so trivial compared to thinking about how your life was coming to a close. Heck, even the "Harry situation" isn't bothering me anymore. Everything was just on the back burner for me.

"Hey, Allie." I heard a voice coming from up the stairs. Quickly, I shoved the letter into my jeans pocket and tried to act natural. I turned around to see that it was Ginny coming over to me awkwardly.

"Oh. Hey, Gin." I said while running a hand through my hair.

Since that stupid day with that stupid party and the stupid moment I popped my head into Ginny's room without knocking I hadn't even thought of the Weasley girl. The first few nights after the incident I slept on the couch or crashed on the floor in Jake's room if Mrs. Weasley started to get suspicious. The truth of the matter is that I blamed Ginny for whatever happened with Harry. I know, it is totally like a girl to get mad at another girl when a guy cheats-or doesn't cheat- but I couldn't help it. It wasn't like this was the first time Ginny had stabbed me in the back.

"How have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in-"

"Ginny, get to the point." I snapped at her mid-sentence, suddenly furious that she was trying to make small talk with me.

She sighed before handing me a vial. "Here, Jacob told me to give this to you."

I lifted the cork and found it to be another Polyjuice Potion. "He picked it off a girl in London when he was there this morning getting a tuxedo."

"Right," I said while stashing it into my pocket; I'd down the stuff right before the ceremony started or else it would wear out too fast.

I turned back to the window and gazed down at the scene below, trying not to pay any attention to Ginny who was still standing there.

"Listen, Allie. I didn't-"

"Save it." I spat back at her. "I expect nothing less from you, Ginny."

I heard her scoff. "What is that supposed to mean?" She asked.

Not being able to look away any longer, I spun around to glare at her. "Well it's not the first time you've stabbed me in the back, now is it?"

Ginny's eyes narrowed dangerously as her ears began to grow red. "I'm going to pretend you did not just go there." She snapped before turning around to head back down the stairs. The Weasley paused for a moment before turning back toward me. "And why do you even care what the bloody hell I do with Harry? You gave up on him, Allie."

"I did not-" I fought back only to be cut off.

"You gave up on him." She repeated sternly. "When you started caring more about Draco Malfoy than you did for Harry, you gave up."

With those words she walked down and out of sight.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, before crossing the hall into Jake's room. I opened the door to see him putting on his tuxedo shirt. "Hey, kid." He shot over his shoulder as he finished with the last buttons.

I just grunted as I threw myself face first onto his bed.

"Ignore Ginny." Jacob said as he came to sit next to me on the bed. He began to rub my back like he used to do when I was a kid-when I would cry because I missed my parents.

"You heard that?" I groaned into the pillow.

"Well it is hard not to when the two of you were screaming at each other...besides she was just talking shit. You know Ginny..."

"No, she wasn't, Jake." I told him as I rolled over. "She was right."

He lifted one eyebrow at me. "Whatcha talkin' about, squirt? You never gave up on Harry. He gave up on you, remember?"

I rolled my eyes at him. Curse the day that I told Jake about that fateful night at Hogwarts. It was so stupid of me because Jake was giving Harry the cold shoulder; he blamed him for what happened to me in the Astronomy Tower...just like how he blamed my father for what happened to Bella.

"I forced him to give up on me...I wanted him to..." I admitted.

"Why would you want that?" He questioned.

I pursed my lips and covered my face with my hands. What was I supposed to tell Jake? That I subconsciously sabotaged my and Harry's relationship because I somehow knew I was going to die? That I lied to him and made out with Draco Malfoy when Harry and I were still very much together? I couldn't tell Jacob any of that because honestly it would make me feel like complete shit...well, I'd feel worse than shit.

I removed my hands from over my face to see my guardian tying his plan black skinny tie around his neck. I smiled, knowing this would be the first and last time I ever saw Jacob in something dressy. I sat up and straightened his tie.

"You look really nice, Jake."

He simply smiled back at me.

I stood up and went over to the wardrobe where my dress was hanging in a long black dress bag. I walked toward the door, thinking that I would be able to make it out of there without anymore of an explanation, when Jacob called to me.

"Allie, you're not a coward for being scared of love. " He told me.

I looked back at him again and frowned. "I'm not scared of love, Jacob. There's a lot more out there to fear."

I ran out then and headed to the bathroom down the hall. I slammed the door and slid down against it, my entire body shaking the whole time. What was happening to me? Obviously, I was having a mental breakdown but I had those before; this was something stronger, different.

I took one, two, three deep breaths to calm myself down and finally the shaking stopped. I stood up slowly and leaned against the sink. My eyes went up to look at my reflection in the mirror, well, technically it wasn't my face I was looking at. The Weasley's advised me to take a polyjuice potion during set up due to people coming in and out of the Burrow all day long.

You know, it was strange, but I was getting used to not seeing myself in the mirror. It was as if I did not exist anymore; I was like a ghost, coming and going as I pleased...or as everyone else pleased.

I sighed, thinking of what my life and turned into: nothing more than disguises and hiding.

I unzipped the dress bag and revealed the garment that was inside it. The dress, I must say, was pretty beautiful. I was a little apprehensive about having Jake go out and pick up a dress for me but when he came back with this I was impressed.

The dress looked exactly like that famous white dress that Marylin Monroe wore only in emerald green. I was surprised that the dress was as low cut as it was considering Jake was the one who bought it but it was exquisite nonetheless.

I slipped off my jeans and sweater before shimming into the dress. I must admit, I looked a little silly considering I couldn't really fill out the top of the dress but I hoped that the person Jake stole the DNA from in the this Polyjuice potion would. I grabbed the vial out of the pocket of my discarded jeans. Reluctantly, I took out the cork and smelt the concoction; it smelled of wild flowers and hay.

So, I was going to be a farm girl? Interesting. My usual choice of girl DNA was a typical looking city girl, one that would not stand out too much. Without another thought, I drank the potion in one gulp, trying not to think about what was floating inside of it.

I braced myself against the sink again as my features scraped and morphed against my bones. I'm not gonna lie- this hurt like hell. But, I had to do it and I understood that it was for my own good. I just didn't think that this potion was created with tough vampire features in mind.

A moment passed before I felt myself settle into my new skin. Slowly, my head tilted up to see who I was now. I laughed when I saw the auburn red hair that was flowing down around my shoulders and the freckles splashed across the bridge of my nose. I knew then what my role would be today: I was posing as a Weasley.

This face that was not my own was lovely with pale skin, green eyes, and auburn hair. Usually, I would classify a Weasley as a ginger but this face didn't seem the same, kind of like Ginny's.

The hair on top of my head was already silky straight and pretty- I wished that my hair would behave in such a way- so the only thing left for me to do was throw on a dab of lipstick and mascara. I took a step back and gave myself one final look. The emerald color of my dress matched this face's eyes perfectly and did not clash with the color of this hair. I smiled, knowing full well that Jake planned all of this perfectly.

I gathered all of my things off of the bathroom floor and exited the bathroom. Throwing my things in Jake's now vacant room, I ran down a flight of stairs and then another, on my way to find Hermione. I was on the last flight of stairs when I ran into another redheaded figure going up. A small, polite smile spread across my face as I mumbled a sorry and passed him.

"You must be Emma." He said.

I stopped short of the last stair and turned around to look at him. This man-well, he seemed to be my age or a little older-was short in stature and slightly pudgy around the middle. He looked like he could be a Weasley, as well.

"I'm sorry, I think you have me mixed up with someone else." I said in a British accent.

The man smiled shyly. "Why is it that you turned out so good looking and I get stuck with this?" He motioned to himself and shook his red head.

I narrowed my eyes at him, thinking that this guy was starting to creep on me. But once I made contact with his eyes I knew exactly who that was.

"Harry?" I asked, surprised.

He chuckled. "In the flesh...so to speak."

My mouth hung open slightly. "Wow, you look so...ginger."

Harry...or this Weasley looking guy...raised an eyebrow at me. "And you look..." I could tell by the way he was bitting his lower lip he was trying to find the right words to describe what I was. Did I look like a ginger? Or worse, like a Ginny? That was probably what it was, I concluded.

I reminded him of his newly found love for Ginny. I frowned; I didn't want to remind him of the youngest Weasley.

"Hideous?" I asked for my own amusement. At least if he said yes I would get the satisfaction of imagining him thinking of Ginny as ugly.

He shook his head. "No, just the opposite, actually."

My eyes shot up and another frown appeared on my face. "Well, damn." I whispered under my breath.

"I'm sorry?" He questioned, coming down to meet me on the last stair.

"Nothing." I said flatly.

Harry just looked at me with unusually pale green eyes; it was strange to look at him and not see him. The two of us stayed silent for a moment before he held out his arm to me.

"The name is Barny Weasley, and you, my dear, are Emma- my younger sister. Shall we go get a seat?"

I looked down at the chubby arm he offered me. Even though he did not look like Harry it was still hard to stand this close to him; it just hurt so goddamn much. But, I would not let that get to me right now because, as I told Jake, there were worse things in this world.

A barely noticeable smile worked it's way onto my lips. "Sure, let's go get cousin Bill married." I wrapped my arm around his, not really even touching him, before awkwardly walking down the stairs and into the bright afternoon sun without even a trace of sparkle on my skin.

The ceremony was lovely; plain and simple. Though I did not care much for Fleur, she sure could create a spectacular scene for herself. White calla lilies surrounded the entire tent and every surface gleamed with glittering stones. The tables were all covered with white linens and crystal silverware resided on top of them. Now I truly knew the meaning of a white wedding.

After the ceremony ended all of the chairs disappeared and were replaced with a dance floor and band. I stuck close to Harry as the people broke into groups to talk with old friends and acquaintances. We stood awkwardly on the edge of the tent until Ronald came over to us a few minutes later.

"Hey, Barny, Emma." He said with a smirk.

I glared up at him. "Way to not be at all obvious, Ron." I said with the roll of my eyes. "Saying our names like that won't sound suspicious at all."

He frowned before running a hand over his hair and sighing. "Right, sorry." He paused. "Oh, hey, Harry...I mean, Barney. There is someone I would like you to meet."

Red started walking back into the large group of people and headed straight toward a small circle of other Weasley-looking people. Harry smiled slightly and started to walk toward him. He stopped after a few feet and turned back to me. "Are you going to be okay by yourself for a while? You could come with me if you wanted."

I wrapped my arms around my body defensively and shook my head. "No, I don't really feel up to socializing. You go on ahead. I'll be okay."

Harry pursed his lips but nodded nonetheless. A second later the short red haired man came to stand next to his "cousin" for all intents and purposes. I took a breath and leaned against the tent pole that was next to me.

In the far end of the tent I saw Jake huddled in a light conversation with Mr. Weasley and a few of his friends from the ministry; they were smiling. My eyes then drifted over to Hermione who was talking to...Oh, Merlin...She was talking to none other than Viktor Krum. It never crossed my mind that Krum would be here but it did make sense; after all, he did compete with Fleur in the Triwizard Tournament. At that moment, Hermione was laughing at something the Bulgarian had just said.

It was then that it dawned on me; everyone would be alright after I was gone. Jacob would be sad, of course, but he would not be alone like I feared. I knew that Jake was never going back to the reservation; he had made up his mind long ago. Going back to La Push would be something too normal for him to handle now.

Since the day my parents died my guardian had nothing else on his mind besides me and revenge for what happened. Once Voldemort was dead and gone he would not know what to do with himself. So, he would continue to fight crime with the Order as he had been doing for the past two years now. This was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

It was going to be terrible for Hermione to loose her best friend again but she would be alright because I knew she was strong; besides, she would have Red and Harry to help her out.

I knew they all would be alright and that gave me a little peace of mind for a while.

From the corner of my eye I saw a man step into the tent and take a careful look around. His profile looked familiar to me but I couldn't place from where. I turned to him and it instantly registered in my mind who this was.

Cedric's father wore the loss of his son on his face as if it was a scar. He had aged what seemed to be a century since the time I had met him one weekend in Hogsmeade; his hair held more white than silver now and his eyes looked dull and unbearably sad. He was the picture of a broken man.

"Mr. Diggory?" I asked for my perch.

The man turned with a start as if he were expecting no one to speak with him here. He gave me a sad look and wrinkled his forehead; the man nodded.

I gave him a genuine smile as I stared at him for a second. If Cedric had the chance to grow old he would have looked exactly like his father. I almost cried but kept it together. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude...my name is Al-Emma...I-I knew your son."

Mr. Diggory smiled slightly but it soon faded. "I don't remember him mentioning you."

I thought quickly, needing an excuse. "I wouldn't have expected him too... um, I was friends with Allie." I lied quickly. Really, I did not know why I even addressed him but I felt like it was something I had to do. It was something that Cedric would have wanted me to do.

The man nodded slightly and looked down at his feet. "It's a terrible shame what happened to her..."

I ignored his comment. "It's a shame what happened to Cedric, sir. He was an amazing man and would have done great things."

Mr. Diggory looked back at me. "Thank you, my dear." He paused. "It must be hard for you...to have lost two friends so suddenly."

I just nodded and looked down also. Talking with Cedric's dad was bring back memories of my fourth year in flashes- our first meeting in Divinations, our first date in Hogsmeade, the Yule Ball.

The next thing I knew I felt Mr. Diggory's hand on my shoulder. "You know, Emma, it is a tragedy to loose two young lives like this but the thing that keeps me going now is knowing that they are not alone. Allie and Cedric have each other now." I looked back up at him with tears in my eyes.

We had each other.

The man smiled at me once more. By the look in his eye I could tell he was lost in memories too. "I can't remember Cedric being happier than he was with Allie. She was a good girl and I will always love her for making my son's last year on earth the best it could have been."

I held my breath as a tear finally broke out of my eye and rolled down my cheek; quickly, I wiped it away.

"Oh, my dear, I am so sorry. I did not mean to make you cry-"

I waved him off. "Oh, no. No...thank you. Those were very nice things for you to say about...Allie. I'm sure she would appreciate knowing that you think of her in that way." I said with a small smile across my face.

The man smiled too. "I meant every word, my dear girl." He paused again. "I am really glad I met you, Miss Emma. It's nice to know that my son had friends like you who truly cared."

I just nodded, not trusting myself with words.

The man gave me one more smile and squeeze on my shoulder before entering the sea of people in search of, who I assumed to be, Mr. Weasley.

I took a deep breath to calm myself as I thought back on what Mr. Diggory said. It was strange to knew that he thought that about me but welcoming too. But, at the same time, I hated that he told me that the only thing holding him together is the idea that Cedric and I are together.

I had broken that dream for him when I decided to live instead of die on the night of Dumbledore's death. Cedric was the one who told me to keep living but I never listened to Cedric before in my life. So why had I started then?

"Emma?"

I snapped out of the thought at the sound of Hermione's voice. I looked up at her- standing beside Victor Krum by the way-and smiled.

"Hey, Hermione."

"Are you alright?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

I gave the girl a once over.

Hermione looked beautiful in a pink cocktail dress and her curls flowing down her back. By the direction of Krum's eyes, he came to this conclusion also. I chuckled at the Dumstrang graduate.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, praying that my eyes weren't all red and puffy.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at me but didn't press the matter any further. Instead she turned to Krum. "Um, I don't believe you two have met yet. Emma, this is Viktor Krum. Viktor, this is Emma. She is Ron's cousin."

The dark haired man bowed to me. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

I nodded to him. "Likewise."

Krum gave me a small smile and looked over his shoulder at a man I assumed to be a friend of his; I could tell because he too held the same dark feature that Viktor possessed. "I actually have a friend with me who would love to met you, as well, if you would not mind..."

My eyes glanced over at Harry; he was still standing with Ron and a group of his relatives. Clearly, he didn't need me.

I nodded to Krum. "Alright, sure."

The Bulgarian smiled as he walked away from Hermione and me to go talk with his friend.

I grabbed Hermione by the arm and pulled her closer to me. "Why are you hanging around with Krum? I thought you were totally over him."

She groaned. "I am but he won't leave me alone...I was hoping you were having a crisis so I could leave him."

I laughed. "Wow, thanks for hoping my life is going to even more crap. You are a true friend."

Hermione nodded. "Sure..." Her brown eyes turned a little more sympathetic. "But seriously, I did see you with Cedric's dad...Are you sure you are okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think so. It was nice to talk to him."

She smiled. "I'm sure it was. Now, all we have to do is figure out a way to get rid of-"

"Viktor!" I said loudly to drown out Hermione's uncharacteristically rude words.

He bowed again. "May I present Vladamir, Miss Emma."

Krum's friend gave him an annoyed look. "No one except Viktor can get away with calling me that. Everyone else just calls me Vlad." He told me with a small smirk on his face. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. "It is a pleasure to met you."

"Same here." I told him.

The man smiled wider. "Would you like to dance?"

I cringed. I was really hoping no one would ask tonight. "Um, I really don't know how."

"Then I shall have to teach you." He said, holding his hand out to me.

I waited a second, trying to think of something that would get me out of this but nothing came to mind. Damn.

"Alright." I said, taking his hand.

The next second he pulled me toward the dance floor and I began to spin.

Harry's POV:

I was standing with Ron, talking to some of his city relations, when I noticed Hermione and Krum coming to stand with us. My eyes drifted to Ron to see that he was trying not to seem too upset by the scene. Oh, how I knew how much my best friend hated the idea of Hermione and Krum together.

"Hello, boys." Hermione said, giving me a look.

I tilted my head to her, trying to figure out what she was trying to say silently. If only Allie was close by then she could just read her mind and be done with this strange new form of sign language Hermione was experimenting with. Speaking of Allie...

I looked over to the spot where I had left her to see that no one was there. My brow furrowed up as I scanned the tent for any sign of her red headed disguise. It took me a few minutes but once I saw her I knew instantly this situation was not okay with me.

Allie was on the dance floor. Dancing horribly with a dark haired man I assumed to be one of Krum's friends. He held her close to him with one hand on her lower back and the other wrapped around her own tiny hand.

A sudden rage filled my insides and I wanted nothing more than to stomp over there and demand that he let her go. But I wouldn't; I couldn't.

The next second my mind decided to play tricks on me; no longer was the Bulgarian dancing with her but Malfoy was in his place. I shook my head, willing the image from my head. A growl escaped my lips. What was with this girl?

"You alright there, mate?" Ron asked from behind me.

I didn't answer his question. "I need a drink." I said before walking toward the bar.

Allie's POV:

This guy was kinda handsy. I mean, seriously? Was he trying to feel me up when he only met me about two minutes ago?

"So, Emma, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.

I raised an eyebrow. "No."

The guy smiled. "Good, or else I would have to fight him for you."

"You want to fight me for her, bub? You are more than welcome to try." A new voice, Jake's, cut in.

Vlad dropped my hands so fast it seemed almost like he was a vampire. I looked over at my guardian, standing like a one man army with his muscular arms across his broad chest. His dark, wolf-like glare bore down on the Bulgarian.

Vlad smiled, semi-scared. "No, I-I-"

"Why don't you just let me cut in and I'll let you stay in one piece? Kay, lightweight?" Jacob asked.

Vlad nodded, terrified before backing away from me and retreating to stand with Krum, who was now talking to Barny (or Harry) without Hermione in sight.

I chuckled and shook my head at my guardian. "Wow, that was so nice of you to go into a jealous rage over a girl you have never met before, Jake. You are such a gentleman."

He glared down at me. "Shut up and dance with me, squirt." He said as he grabbed my hand and started turning me around the dance floor.

The music was slow so the two of us simply swayed back and forth after a while, staying in the same spot. Jacob's dancing was worse than mine was so I'm sure the two of us looked more than ridiculous. We didn't talk for a while and for that I was thankful.

I don't know when I decided it but I knew then I had to tell Jake everything from Volterra to my death...he deserved to know before Harry, Red, Hermione, and me left for our Horocrux hunt. To me, it seemed like the blow would be worse for him if the news came out of nowhere. Plus, I felt that he needed to know why the Volturi would be poking around pretty soon...he would be pissed as hell but he just had to swallow the information, to understand.

"Jake?" I asked timidly

"Yeah?" He asked, looking down at me with a furrowed brow.

I took a deep breath. Now or never, Allie. "I am going to tell you something and you aren't going to like it." I whispered.

"Wow, I'm shocked." He said, trying to make light of the situation. I looked into his eyes with a sad expression and instantly his face fell. "Alright, tell me." He said.

One more deep breath. "Remember how I promised you I wouldn't go to Italy this summer?"

He nodded and then froze midstep of the dance. "Please don't say something that is going to make me hate you." His eyes were pleading with me to say no.

I hung my head low. "We need help, Jake. I thought that after their mistake when I was a baby they would-"

"The Volturi doesn't help anyone unless it benefits them. They hated your family, why would they think any better of you?" He cut me off.

I didn't answer him after his comment. The two of us were still standing on the dance floor, kind of dancing and kind of still. I could see the stares starting to come but I didn't care because this was more important.

I heard Jake sharply intake a breath. "What did you do?" He hissed at me, clearly pissed off beyond belief.

"I-" I cut off, trying to find the right words to describe what I had done. "I told them that I would...help them with something if they kept up with their end of the bargain."

"Which was?" He asked semi-scared to know the answer.

"I would-I-I told them I would join their guard if they took out Greyback and the other werewolves that work for Voldemort." I finally looked up at Jacob who was shaking with fury. He took a step away from me and glared daggers into my blue eyes. It took him a minute before he was calm enough to speak to me.

"You selfish, stupid little girl." He spat before coming inches from my face. "After everything your parents did to protect you from them? This is how you repay them? By going straight to the source of all their problems?" He whispered furiously. "They would have died to keep the Volturi away from you and here you are walking right up to them and striking a deal." He shook his head at me.

"Your parents would be ashamed of you." He hissed before walking away.

I meant to follow him but I couldn't find the strength to move. Did he mean what he had just said? Would my parents be ashamed of me? I knew what I was doing was for the greater good but was I being selfish? Jacob was mad now and I understood that. He could be pissed as hell for as along as he wanted but at least I knew that I didn't have to worry about him being taken down by Greyback; that was my main concern with them. It didn't bother me that Greyback was hunting me. It didn't bother me that he was one of the few people who can kill me. What did bother me, however, was that he was out for Jake's blood. So, I guess to keep Jake safe I needed to be selfish.

But my parents...ashamed of that? Jake would know better than I... The sting of his words weighed heavely on my heart and I felt as if my entire body was about to implode.

"Would you like a drink?" Vlad asked, coming up and putting a hand on my lower back. I had to hand it to the guy, he had some balls, but I didn't want him using them at a time like this. I stared blankly at the spot in the forest where I saw Jake disappear a few seconds earlier, where I saw him with my vampire eyes turn into a wolf and begin running.

It seemed like Jacob Black would not be ready to speak to me for a while now.

I looked over at Vlad, frowning. "Fire whiskey." I said.

Vlad and I had settled down at a table near the dance floor and began to talk. Well, let me rephrase that: he talked and I listened. Like most men from Dumstrang, this guy loved to talk about himself and all of his trivial accomplishments. For example, he was the only one in his year that could play every position of Qudditch...at the same time. I had no idea what he was talking about most of the conversation but I smiled politely and nodded every once and a while.

We must have been sitting there for half an hour before we were interrupted. Out of nowhere, Harry- I mean, Barny-leaned against the back of my chair. He came in close and I could feel his lips on my ear and his breath on my neck, making me a little more nervous than it should have.

In a voice only loud enough for me to hear, Harry whispered "He doesn't deserve you." And just as quickly as he had came, Harry was gone.

I sat stunned for a moment and let what he-my ex boyfriend- had just said to me sink in to my confused little brain. It only took me a moment before I became angry. I vaguely remembered telling Vlad that I would be back in a second before high tailing it up out of the chair and following Harry out of the tent and into the dark night sky.

He was stomping away extremely fast and I jogged to catch up to him.

"Hey!" I yelled at his retreating back. He stopped in a second and turned back to look at me with curious eyes. I scoffed. "You don't get to say shit like that to me anymore." I scolded him. I was really pissed. How dare he say who deserves me and who doesn't?

"I was just trying to protect you." He said. "That bloke is a bloody tool."

"Well that's for me to decide, not you." I spat. I was still on fire from my fight with Jake and Harry just got in my way; I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs and honestly I thought I was about to.

"You can't honestly tell me you like that guy." Harry said, angry.

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "What does it matter to you who I like and don't like? You have Ginny, remember?"

Harry's jaw clenched as he looked over my shoulder at the Bulgarian who still sat at the table alone. Harry took a step toward me. "Ginny is-" He cut himself off, took a deep breath, and began again. "I-I saw you dancing with him...and...dammit, Allie. You have to know what that does to me."

I looked at him from the corner of my eye. "No, I don't." I told him while sticking my chin up in defiance.

Harry sighed before running his hands through his red hair. The look in his eyes was no longer angry but defeated. "It made me so jealous that I wanted to go over than and rip his head off."

My face deflated at his words. Something melted inside of me. I wasn't sure what it was but it was something I hadn't felt in a long time. Our eyes connected-blue on green.

I didn't know what was going to happen next; I didn't have time to ponder it. For the next moment I heard a cries begin to echo all around the tent. I spun around, forgetting Harry, to see what was happening to cause this sudden chaos.

A small patronus in the shape of a fox appeared straight in the middle of the dance floor and spoke loud and clear. "The Ministry has fallen. Scrimegour is dead. They are coming."

All hell broke loose.

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