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I was coming in and out of consciousness, pain sering despite what state I was in. Though I wasn't sure what it felt like to be changed into a vampire, I had a feeling it felt something like this.

I opened my eyes once to see Harry hovering over me.

His muffled words sounded in my cotton ball filled ears. "Allie? Stay with me. Just hold on, okay?"

I fell asleep again.

The snake venom was kicking my ass, that much was sure, but I knew I just needed to sleep it off; that really was all I could do. As the burning radiating from my shoulder continued to keep me locked in it's grasp I felt as if the world outside of my pain still was moving forward.

Every once and a while I could feel one of my friends dabbing cool water onto my wounds and whispering reassurances into my ear but still I could not respond: the venom was paralyzing.

I don't know how long I laid there, just waiting for it all to be over with, until I finally was able to open my eyes and keep them open. My vision was still blurry but I didn't care: I was just awake.

Moments later my eye sight cleared and I was able to figure out where the hell I was. Turns out I was in the tent on the bottom mattress of the bunk bed.

With some difficulty, I was able to sit up; it was night and the tent was completely empty. I swung my legs to the ground, grabbed the blanket I had been laying on, and wrapped it around my shoulders before I stood up.

My feet were wobbly, which didn't really surprise me at all, so my steps were pretty sloppy as I made my way towards the entrance to the tent. It was way too quiet if you asked me...where were Hermione and Harry?

"Guys?" I called out. "Hello?"

"Allie?" I heard a confused Hermione's voice coming from outside.

Soon enough, we meant each other just outside of the tent. The girl was still wearing the same clothes that I had seen her in last: her favorite jeans and her pea coat.

"Thank Merlin you are awake!" She said, coming up to me and wrapping me in a tight hug. "How are you feeling."

"A little dizzy but fine." I answered.

"We were worried for a while that something was terribly wrong with you but once the bite marks disappeared this morning we figured you were on the mend." Hermione announced.

I wrinkled my forehead as I pulled the blanket away and pulled at the strap of my tank top that resided under my sweatshirt. Sure enough the fang wounds were nowhere to be found. Well, what would you know? I'm even starting to heal faster...I should probably keep this bit of information to myself. I wouldn't want to freak Harry and Hermione out by letting on that I was coming closer to being a full vampire. Stuff like that tended to make them freakier than usual.

"Huh, well that's cool...so how long have I been out?" I asked as I slide my arm back into my sweatshirt and wrapped the blanket more securely around my shoulders.

"About two days..." Hermione said the words slowly as if she wasn't sure how I was going to react to the news.

"Two days?" I repeated, my eyes widening as I thought it over. It felt like I had been asleep for a lot longer than that but I guess it's good that I wasn't: comas are not what we need right now. No distractions, right? Right.

"Well, that was a nice little nap, huh?"

Hermione only raised an eyebrow.

I took a deep breath as I allowed myself to gently come back to the reality of what was going on here: we were on the run, we were looking for Horocruxes, we were in the middle of the woods. Okay, now that that was established...

"Where's Harry?" I asked as I realized that I had not heard nor seen him since I woke up.

"Oh, that's right! Before you came to I was out here looking for him...he's been missing for an hour now." She said, suddenly anxious again as thoughts of Harry came to her mind.

"Where did he go?" I asked, starting to feel nervous myself. It was not like Harry to wonder off, especially now, when we were all at risk of being exposed and caught by Voldemort's cronies. It was irresponsible and not like Harry at all.

"I have no idea. Perhaps you should read his thoughts?" Hermione suggested, causing me to only nod before turning my gift on and searching for Harry's voice inside my head.

It didn't take me too long to find the "Harry station" in my head.

Destroy it! Don't listen to it! Kill it!

"Kill it?" I repeat to myself. Kill what? I shake my head. "Hermione, stay here. Something bad is happening."

She started to protest, wanting to know what was going on, but I took off at my vampire speed as I follow the sound of Harry's thoughts.

It's not real! Don't believe it! Kill it!

I raced through the trees, treading snow in, what I now realized, to be my bare feet. Damn. I came upon a hill that looked down into a small valley with a pond at it's center; it was there that I saw...well, I'm not exactly sure what I was looking at.

There was a image, outlined in smoke, of Harry and Hermione...making out, like, hardcore. It was really creeping me out. What the hell?

"Ron! Kill it!" I heard Harry yell from somewhere down in the smoke and mist that was surrounding the image.

Wait, Red?

My eyes darted around until, sure enough, they found Red sprawled out on the ground on the outskirts of the image with a...sword in his hand? What the hell twice! I raced down into the valley,watching and trying to figure out what was going on as I went.

Seconds later, I reached Ron and took a better look at what was happening here. A crazy wind was blowing around us, like some sort of tornado coming from the smoke and mist, that caused my hair to whip around my head and face. Still, I was not sure what was going on but I could feel the evil that surrounded us... this was bad.

I put a hand on his shoulder, allowing him to know that I was there, before speaking. "What's going on? Where is Harry?"

Red didn't respond nor even acknowledge that he knew I was next to him. Instead he raised the sword up, and ran straight into the image of Harry and Hermione. I heard him yell in anger before a clinking sound rang through the air.

The forest erupted in a piercing shriek, that caused me to cover my ears from the pain of it. The smoke and mist, along with the image, began to swirl and melt before they were sucked back into that which produced it: the Locket of Slytherin.

Then all went quiet.

I looked up to see Red once again sprawled out of the snow covered ground with Harry several feet away from them. Both boys wore a look that screamed "oh, shit"; I'm sure I was wearing a similar expression on my completely confused face.

I took a deep breath before standing up shakily. Slowly, I made my way closer to Red and the ruined locket; I saw that the small trinket was completely charred and utterly destroyed.

"You okay?" I asked Ron as I walked past him. He only nodded, clearly still in shock over what happened.

I went to the locket to see that the thing was cracked and broken and...well, officially dead. My hand went out to grab it but, upon making contact with the metal, my fingers were burned.

"Frickin' A!" I hissed as I shook my fingers. That freaking hurt! Heck, on second look I saw that it burned me so bad that the skin was now peeling off where it made contact.

Once the stinging subsided slightly, I reached down and grabbed a handful of snow to throw on the locket; it sizzled and turned to water almost instantly.

It was then that I realized Harry and Red were behind me, staring at Slytherin's destroyed locket just like I was. I felt a hand reach down to grab the one I burned and examine my fingers. I sighed, knowing that it was Harry, worrying, as usual. He probably thought that this kind of burn could wipe me and my vampire side out.

"I'm fine." I said.

"Why do your burns smell...sweet?" Harry asked as he studied my fingers even more.

My eyebrows wrinkled up as I turned to him and my fingers. The skin was already starting to mend but the wounds did have a remarkably disgusting, sweet smell...it was a smell that had haunted my dreams since I was a baby...it was the smell of burning vampire flesh.

"Don't worry about," I mumble before snatching my fingers away and shoving my hands in my pockets. We didn't need to discuss the strange DNA of vampires when Red just mutilated one of the horocruxes. Wait a damn minute...

I turned from Harry to look at Ronald. His eyes flashed from the locket of Slytherin to look in my direction shyly. His thoughts told me that he was not sure what he should say to me, not after the way he treated me the last time we saw each other...he was regretful and embarrassed of his actions and he should be.

"Allie," He started, now looking down at his feet. "I am so sorry for what I said to you. Bloody hell, I didn't mean any of it. 'Cuz you do have a family, you know? You've got Jacob, Hermione, Harry, my family, and...me. We're each other's family, right?"

As hurt as I was by Red's words that night he left, never once had I been mad at him—I couldn't be. A small smile spread across my face as I nodded. Before he knew what hit him, I threw my arms around his neck and locked him in a bone crushed hug. I mean, a literal bone crushing hug...I had to tone it down a bit so I wouldn't hurt him.

"Yeah, Red. We are family." I paused as I felt him return the hug. "I'm really glad to see you."

"Trust me, you have no idea." He said before releasing me and looking over at Harry.

The two boys standing there, staring at each other, reminded me of our fourth year when they got into their last huge fight. I held my breath as I waited for one of them to say something so they could make up already.

But it was going to be hard for Harry. Ron's words about not having a family hit Harry a lot harder than me because...well, I had someone who loved me and he had only the Dursleys. Harry looked my way and I gave him a smile and nod of encouragement before he went up to Ron and clapped a hand onto his shoulder.

"Welcome back, mate."

We walked slowly through the forest with both the Locket of Slytherin and the Sword of Gryffindor in tow. Harry and Ron explained to me what happened-from following the patrounous to finding the sword of Gryffindor at the bottom of the lake and ending with destroying the locket and all of it's lies.

It was then my turn to tell them about how I found my way out there. "Well, I woke up and went to find you and Hermione, Harry. Once I found Hermione she told me that you had been gone a while so I kinda had to..." I looked over at him, realizing how pissed he was gonna be about what I did. Harry never liked when I looked into his mind and always pitches a fit about it.

"You had to look into my mind and find me that way?" Harry finished my sentence for me.

I side-stepped slightly away from him and linked my arm with Red's as if he was going to be the one to stop the wrath of Harry. Ron only patted my hand and shook his head at me. "Yeah..." I said quietly. "It was for good reason and I didn't hear anything that would embarrass you...just that you wanted Red to kill the horocrux.

Harry stopped walking and looked at me as if I had just slapped him across the face. "Do you really think I'm going to be that mad about something like this?"

I stopped walking too and forced Red to come to a halt right along with me. "Um...yeah? You always get mad when I poke around in your head."

"Well, when you do it for no reason, then yes. But if it's for good reason than I don't mind." Harry explained.

I tilted my head to the side. "You think that I poke around in people's heads for no reason? For what? Kicks?" I felt like this was about to turn into an unnecessary fight; well, actually, I knew this was turning into an unnecessary fight. The only question was what were we fighting about exactly?

"Sort of." Harry said, shrugging. I heard myself scoff at his words.

"I think I'd better go." Ron added calmly as he slowly unwrapped my arm from around his.

"No, Red, I think you should stay here considering the fact that Hermione's first reaction to seeing you back with us is going to be to kill you." I shot the words over my shoulder before turning my attention back to Harry. "Now, let's get one thing straight, Harry James Potter. Yes, I read minds and I do it quite often but I never do it to simply invade a person's privacy and get the juicy details of their life."

"Fine!" Harry yelled in my direction, clearly as pissed off as I was.

"Fine!" I yelled back before turning on my heels and starting to march back to the camp site.

We weren't too far so I didn't get to stomp my tiny little feet too much before I saw the tent in sight.

Hermione was waiting, just as I thought she would be, right outside of the perimeter of her protection spells. I rounded the corner first, followed by Harry.

"There you two are! I was getting..." Hermione's words were cut off by the shock she was now experiencing. From behind me, Red came into view and Hermione was completely floored.

Red looked up, fear filling his eyes, as he realized that Hermione was looking straight at him. Ron's gaze darted from her to me then to Harry before returning to the girl before him.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, sounding half furious, half confused.

Red looked back at me and I nodded in encouragement. "Well, I-I came back."

"Obviously, Ronald. I can see that very clearly. I meant why are you here?" Hermione snapped not completely pissed off.

Red took a step back. "After I left you that night, I realized that I had not idea how to contact my feeling let alone find them...so I rented a room in this hotel and I just sat there, wondering what to do next and where to go." He paused and scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out what to say next, I suspected. "Then, Christmas night, I was playing with the Deluminator and...a tiny ball of light came out of it and floated in front of me for a while before it...flew into my chest. It spoke to me."

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, not buying one word of Ron's pretty far fetched story, causing me to shake my head at what was about to happen. "And what did it say may I ask?"

"It told me to come back and find you guys." A slight smile appeared on his face as if this would make Hermione forgive him. "So I did...but, of course, the three of you had already moved on and I've been trying to catch up with you guys ever since."

A silence came to the four of us as we waited eagerly for Hermione's response. "So, now that you found us," she finally said, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

I held my breath as I waited for Red's answer; these words would determine whether Hermione would forgive him or not. Needless to say, it was a really big deal.

Ron looked around again before his eyes rested on 'Mione. "Hey." He said with his quirky smile.

I closed my eyes and sighed. This was not going to go over well.

From somewhere outside of my mind, I heard Hermione scoff. "Hey!"

I opened my eyes fast enough to see Hermione stomp up to Ron and smack his arm, hard. "Hey! That is what you have to say, Ronald!" She started smacking him harder and faster, anywhere where she could get access to him.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry take a step forward and open his mouth. Instantly, I vampire ran over to him and covered his mouth with my hand. "You do not want to get in the middle of this one or else you are gonna get your ass handed to you too."

"Hey!" I heard Hermione yell once again before letting out a rough breath and running a hand through her hair. It was then that she turned away from Ron and looked back at Harry and I.

"Harry! Give me my wand!" She demanded, storming toward the boy next to me.

I let go of Harry because it was now his turn to step back and away from the crazed girl. "I don't have it!" Harry said, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Yes, you do!" Hermione fought back.

"No, I don't." Harry responded, shaking his head and backing himself up against a tree.

Hermione huffed a breath again and then spun towards me. "Allie, give me your wand."

I looked at her for a moment before shaking my head.

"Allie!"

"Hermine, she doesn't even have a wand on her so just calm down. You aren't going to do anything to Ron." Harry spoke up from his spot against the tree.

I wrinkled my forehead at the words Harry just spoke. My wand? What the hell did he mean I did not have a wand on me? Of course, I did. My wand never left my person: it was always either stuffed in my boots or the pockets of my pants.

I looked down at my jeans to see that my wavy wand was nowhere to be found. I then bent over and felt around in my black Ugg boot-there was nothing. Instantly, I felt a panic fill me as I realized that I did not have my wand.

My eyes took on a slightly red tint as I shot a glance Harry's way. "Where the hell is my wand!"

Harry was silent for a second; it turned out to be long enough for Red to open his big mouth and say something else stupid. "Blimey Harry, now both of them are mad."

"Shut up, Ron!" I snapped before turning back to Harry. "Where is it, Harry?"

Harry sighed before reaching into his own pocket and pulling out my wavy black wand. With vampire speed, I ran to him and snatched it away from his hand. I inspected to wand to make sure no damage had come to it-everything seemed to be fine.

A rush of relief replaced my previous anger and I looked back at Harry. "Why did you have this?"

Harry looked to Hermione before speaking. "Well, you were unconscious so you didn't really need it...we thought that it was best for each of us to have a wand since mine was destroyed."

I wrinkled my forehead again. "But you had both my and Hermione's wands..."

He ran a quick hand through his hair, clearly unsure of what to say. "Yeah, see the thing about that is that neither of us could get it to work."

I raised an eyebrow. Why was that so weird for him? "Most people have a difficult time trying to use a new wand. It's not supposed to be easy, that is the point."

Hermione and Harry exchanged another glance. "It wasn't that it was difficult, Allie. It was just impossible."

I didn't say anything for a minute because, in all honesty, I didn't know what to say. There was something funky going on in my wand, that much was certain, but other witches and wizards should be able to use it. Maybe it was because of the core of my wand? I couldn't tell you if it was or wasn't.

But I couldn't think of that right now because, for some weird reason, I had to be the one to keep the peace between the people in our group when usually I was the one starting the drama.

I look from my wand up to Harry and narrow my eyes ever so slightly. "Next time ask, got it?"

The dark haired boy nodded quickly.

I then turned to Hermione. "And as for you, give Red a break. He's been an ass but he's an ass that came back so we forgive him, right?"

Hermione pursed her lips tightly together as her eyes flew to where Ron stood behind me. The girl stared at him for a moment before finally letting out a deep breath and nodding.

"Good, so now that this is all situated let's get down to business. We have the sword, we destroyed the horocrux...so now what?" I asked.

"Well," Harry said from next to me. "While you were...you know...unconscious, Hermione and I decided that we need to figure out what the symbol-you know the one with the triangle, circle, and line?-means since Hermione saw it both in the Tales of Beatles the Bard and the biography of Professor Dumbledore...it could be something really important."

I shrugged. "Sounds like it to me, but who would know about stuff like that?" I asked.

"Xenophilius Lovegood." Hermione answered.

"Luna's dad?" Red called, coming up to join the three of us.

"Yeah, he had a necklace with the same symbol on the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding. He has to know what it means." Harry explained to the still confused Ron and me.

I exchanged a glance with Red before we both shrugged and decided that it was as good a plan as any.

"Alrighty then, let's get moving, shall we?"

Harry, Hermione, and Ron all nodded in agreement before Harry and Hermione went into the tent to gather up their things.

I smiled up at Red for a second before putting a hand on his shoulder. "Great to have you back, Weasley, really, I mean it." I told him, trying to not sound like too much of a suck up.

The boy gave a small nod of understand before grinning down at me. "You need help getting the tent down, don't you?"

I sighed. "Desperately, I cannot get the thing undone to save my life."

Red laughed. "Welcome home to me."

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