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I hope you enjoy the update...I think something happens in this chapter that alot of you have been waiting for...

Anyway, read on!

Harry's POV:

I couldn't think.

Ron was screaming for Hermione.

Hermione was screaming for someone to stop hurting her.

And Allie, Allie was just plain screaming-something I had never heard before in the four years that I had known her.

What could they be doing to cause her so much pain? I didn't want to know and I cringed at the mere thought of finding out.

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" Ron was shouting the word over and over as he threw himself against the bars of our cell that seemed to be a converted cellar.

"Harry? Ron? What a strange place for the two of you to be."

I turned around, not knowing that the very daughter of the man who had gotten us into this mess would be standing there. I felt my forehead wrinkle up at the sight of her.

"Luna?" I questioned as the girl emerged from the shadows with a man on her left and a goblin on her right.

Ron turned around, his attention off of Hermione for a moment, before taking the Deluminator out of his pocket and flipping the switch. Instantly, the room filled with light and I was able to see that it was Luna standing with...was that Mr. Ollivander?

I remembered dreaming that Voldemort had caught him but I hadn't really seen anything since; by now I would have thought that he would be dead. But I didn't have time to think on it too long because the next second both Allie and Hermione let out blood curdling screams that made my ears feel like they were ringing.

"Luna, what are you doing here?" I asked, only to get cut off by yet another scream. This time I believed it came from Hermione alone, leaving me to wonder what had happened to Allie...I really couldn't think of it.

"We don't have time for that right now! We need to get out of here!" Ron interjected before going back to the barred door and trying to pull it of the hinges as Hermione's screams continued.

"There isn't a way out of here. We have tried everything." Ollivander explained as he emerged from the deepest of the shadows. "It's enchanted."

I took an exasperated breath; the wandmaker's response was exactly what I expected but not good enough. Hermione and Allie were up there, hurting and scared, and I had to do something, anything to make that go away.

It was then that I suddenly remembered the small sliver of the glass that Sirius had given me to communicate that was hidden within my sock. I knelt down and pulled the thing, that was now covered in my own blood thanks to our attempt to escape in the forest, and looked into it. As always, I saw Dumbledore's mysterious blue eyes staring back at me.

"Harry, that is a curious thing to carry around in your sock." Luna observed, earning only a look from me before I glanced back at the ghost of the fallen headmaster.

"Help us," I pleaded with Dumbledore.

The next instant the sounds of feet pounding against the stairs came from outside of the bars; quickly, Ron popped open the Deluminator and the room went dark once again.

Allie's screams and cried filled the air just as Wormtail appeared in the doorway with his wand posed tensely in his fake hand. He looked around the room for a second before he found the one he was looking for. "Goblin," He called. "Come with me."

My eyes darted to the creature standing next to Luna; he was scared but would not show it. We heard Hermione for what seemed like the millionth time in the five minutes that we were gone, causing Ron to take a step toward the door and our means of escape.

Wormtail turned his wand on Ron and it stayed there until the Goblin reached the door and Wormtail closed it, locking us in once more. Instantly, the light was returned to the room and we all began to ponder what to do next.

There had to be something that we could do to get to the girls.

I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair. Allie would have known what to do. She is always so smart and brave and clever...if anyone could get us to her it would be,well, her. What if we couldn't get to them? Were we never to see Hermione again? Would I never see Allie again?

It was almost impossible to imagine a world where there was no Allie; however, despite my best efforts, my brain attempted it. I saw myself without her, completely alone and absolutely miserable. I felt myself missing her smile-that smile she does when she really wants to be mad at me-and missing her voice, a voice that said words at too rapid a rate for me to understand half the time. And most of all, I could see myself missing her over all presence: that presence that made me feel comfortable and completely mad at the same time, that presence that was nothing short of...everything that was Allie.

I realized then that without Allie my life would seem pointless; she had to be in it for me to even have a chance of having a life.

Something happened the next instant, something I didn't expect-Dobby appeared before me, snapping me from my thoughts and showing us that someone out there had been listening to our pleas.

"Dobby? What are you doing here?" I asked as I stared down at the house elf.

He began playing with his fingers, a common habit for the small creature. "Dobby has come to save Harry Potter, of course." He responded. "Dobby will always be there for Harry Potter."

I ignored his comment and got back to the task at hand. "Wait a minute," I started, thinking on the way he appeared here. "Are you saying that you can apperate in and out of this room?...Can you take us with you?"

He looked around as if I had asked him a dumb question. "Of course, sir. I'm an elf."

I looked over at Ron to see what he thought about the plan I didn't even need to verbalize for him to understand. He shrugged. "Works for me."

I nodded, seeing that we were in agreement of what we were going to do next. "Alright, Dobby I need you to take Luna and Mr. Ollivander to-"

"Shell Cottage." Ron finished, causing me to give him a questioning look. "Trust me." He reassured.

I nodded again.

"Whenever you are ready, sir." Luna said, smiling down at the small elf, and, in turn, causing Dobby to smile as well.

"Sir, I like her very much." He said in response. The creature took one of Luna and Mr. Ollivander's hands in each of his own before looking back at us. "Meet me at the top of the stairs in ten seconds." The next instant he disappeared along with the two people he was with.

Ron and I exchanged a glance, wondering how we were going to possibly meet his request when we heard Wormtail returning to the dungeon. Ron once again put out the light right as Wormtail opened the door.

He looked at the two of us for a second before looking around the rest of the room, searching for our missing companions. The man opened his mouth to question us when all of the sudden he collapsed at the foot of the stairs, completely and utterly unconscious. Ron and I advanced to the open door and saw Dobby standing at the top, beckoning us to join him.

Ron grabbed the wand that lay by Wormtail's body before nodding that he was ready.

It was time to go get our girls.

Allie's POV:

Did I have any fingers left connected to my hand? Did I have any dignity left after all of this damn screaming I was doing?

I would say no was the correct answer to both of the questions.

The pain I had experienced in the last five minutes was worse than anything I could have ever imagined. It was like...well, it was having your body parts ripped from their rightful place.

Tears ran hot down my cold face as Greyback knelled above me. He took a deep breath as he removed his knee from my ankle. I could hear him smacking his hands together as if wiping them clean of my blood.

"Alright, my little bloodsucker. Go ahead and lick your wounds before we get started on the other hand...or was it the toes we were going to me onto, love?" He laughed before standing up and going over to Bellatrix who was straddling Hermione to keep her still as she carved something into her forearm.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. All I could do was fight to control the small whimpers that were escaping my mouth.

I rolled over onto my side as I stared at my fingers laying close to my head, lined up in a nice orderly fashion by Greyback...what an ass hat.

It was just then that I felt a hand go to the small of my back but I didn't have the energy to turn around to see who it was.

"Allie, come on," I heard Draco's voice whisper close to my ear. "What do you have to do?" He was referring, I was sure, to Greyback's comment about 'licking my wounds'.

I took a deep breath before reaching my hand-the one that still had fingers connected to it, that is-over to grab my discarded pinkie. Slowly, painfully slow, I brought the flesh up to my mouth and licked it before putting it back on it's rightful place on my hand.

I held it there for a second to let the venom sink in before going on to the next one. I continued this until all my appendages were back on my body.

I had nothing left to do but curl up in a ball and wait for my next torture session to start.

"Allie-" I heard Draco say my name in the same fashion he always did-sad and apologetic. The mere sound of my name on his lips brought back the memories of all the shitty things he had done to me and almost made me want to become violently ill.

"Don't." I said as I fought for breath, fought for a calm to settle over me.

"Allie, please-" He said, leaning down closer to my face.

I snapped, absolutely snapped. I turned around to see his face inches from mine and, with every ounce of energy I had left in my body, I pushed him; I pushed him so far that he crashed into the wall and it splintered behind him. He wasn't allowed to be nice to me anymore.

I didn't have time, or strength, to dodge what came next.

Greyback was back to looming over me in a flash and I felt his combat boot covered foot make contact with my skull almost instantly afterwards, earning a cracking sound that boomed through the room.

Stars exploded in every inch of my vision and I could feel as my mind slipped from me, leaving me dizzy and, surprisingly, really tired.

"Filthy leech." The werewolf spat before turning back to Bellatrix.

Hot, gooey blood ran down the side of my face, mixing with my tears, as I realized that my head was more than likely shattered into a million, tiny, sharp, little pieces.

Sleep? That sounded nice right about now, didn't it? Yeah.

My head lulled over to the side, watching as the room spun all around me. Everything started going black when I saw three figures coming around the corner. Two of them looked really familiar, the other really short...did I know these people?

Green eyes, filled with worry, connected with mine and I instantly knew who that was.

Harry.

I fought to keep consciousness, knowing that something big was about to happen and we were going to have to be escaping in a few minutes but it was so hard...so hard.

Blood poured over my eyes as I watched Harry move farther into my room, leaving my vision red for the first time that did not have to do with my being angry, and before I knew it he was in front of me and leaning down over the still immobile Draco.

He grabbed the wand that lay next to Malfoy before nodding. I don't know what he was nodding at but he did it...didn't he?

Sleep.

My eyes fluttered closed again.

Through cotton ball filled ears I could hear shouts and crashes as something happened around me. Was it a battle to get us out of here? Honestly, I couldn't tell you just then. Everything was foggy. My ears, my mind, my body even seemed disconnected.

"Allie. Love, open your eyes for me." Someone had my torso in their arms and cradled me close to the warmth of their own body. My head fell against their chest and I could hear a heart beat that was all to familiar to my ears-Harry's.

"Nobody move!" Bellatrix's screech sounded to me even through the fog in my head. "Nobody move or she dies." There was a slight pause that was accompanied by the ringing in my ears. "Drop it!" She yelled...I assumed she meant wands when she said this.

Harry went still next to me.

As hard as I could, I fought to open my eyes-which I swear weighed a thousand pounds each-and saw that Le Strange held a knife to Hermione's neck and wore a crazed look in her eye.

"Draco, take their wands." Bellatrix called calmly to her nephew, thinking she had everything under control. If you ask me I'd say she didn't.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She continued. "Harry Potter and Allie Cullen, all bright and shiny again, ready for the Dark Lord." She smiled. "Call him." Her eyes darted over to Draco who looked less than pleased at doing it. "Call him." She repeated but still he wouldn't budge, instead his eyes came to rest on me...as scared as they have ever been.

The group of Death Eaters became restless then and finally Mr. Malfoy rolled up his sleeve, revealing his hideous dark mark, before doing something-who the hell knows at this point-and made it move...he was on his way.

A quiet noise, something that probably did not register to the others, squeaked above the Le Strane and Hermione and I saw that small thing up there on the chandler, loosening screws. My eyes stayed on him, finding this situation kind of funny. This wasn't Wonderland and I sure as hell wasn't Alice...was I? Wait,my name was Alice...I think.

Oh, shit.

My eyes felt too heavy and I closed them again.

Several seconds passed before I heard the distinctive sound of glass hitting the floor, making my ears feel like they were bleeding. Ugh, could I just pass out already and be done with it?

No! I yelled at myself. I was not going to be useless on this escape mission even if I couldn't, you know, open my eyes or move for that matter; there had to be something I could do.

Harry put me down, I did know that, and then went somewhere, screaming 'Stupify' in the process. Then there was some more yelling by him and Ron, spells, I think, and then Harry came back a moment later.

He picked my torso back up and cradled me there. "Allie..." He whispered it softly.

"Stupid, Elf!" Bellatrix yelled. "You almost killed me!" So, the creature was an elf? Dobby, I supposed, then.

"Dobby did not mean to kill. Only to maim or seriously injury." If I could have laughed at that moment I probably would have. In fact, I think I might have let out a chuckle or two.

The next second there were some more sounds that seemed to be spells and then that damn Le Strange woman started yelling again.

"How dare you take a witch's wand! How dare you defy your master!"

"Dobby has no master." The creature hissed.

"Allie, listen to me." Harry whispered.

"Dobby is a free elf!"

"I know you are tired and I know you want to sleep." Harry continued in a hushed tone that only my super sonic hearing could pick up. "But you need to get us out of here. We won't make it over to the others...you need to apporate us to Shell Cottage. I know you can do it."

"And Dobby has come to help Harry Potter and his friends!"

Apporate? I think I had forgotten how. And even if I could remember I don't think I had the energy to.

"Come on, baby." He said, pushing bloody bangs out of my face.

My eyes shot open then, at the sound of how familiar and welcome the term of endearment was. My eyes connected with Harry's and I managed to bring my hand up to his forearm and grip in lightly. My head lulled back against his chest and with everything that I had I pushed us into the apporation. We stretched and contracted and were pulled this way and that before I felt my lungs expand back to normal capacity as we landed in...water.

"Good job, Allie." Harry breathed the words out, completely relieved that we had made it.

We were safe now and I could feel myself smile.

"Harry." The word was intertwined with my breath.

"Yeah?" He asked, pushing more bloody, wet hair from my face.

"I'm going to pass out now, okay?"

I didn't wait for a response before the extent of my injuries overtook me and I tumbled down into complete and utter darkness.

I felt myself coming to, coming back into the world of the living. It was a slow and gradual move but it was happening. I felt my toes begin to tingle, then my legs and torso, until the sensation reached all the way to my fingers and went up through my head.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to see that I was laying on a bed in a dark, but cute, little room. Opening my eyes seemed to go okay so then I tried to sit up only to get pushed back down by what felt like a steam roller running over my head.

My hands instantly went to my throbbing skull as I tried unsuccessfully to ease the pain in my head.

Dear Merlin, what the hell happened to me?

Oh, yeah. I remembered now.

I was tortured by that son of a bitch Greyback and then we escaped Malfoy Manor.

I wasn't sure who had made it out of there or the condition of my friends but I was sure that I needed to get my ass out of this bed and go find out.

I put my hands down on the bed, bracing myself for my next attempt to sit up. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to sit up. It took me a minute but finally I was in an upright position; I took a deep breath before starting to stand.

My head began to swim in dizziness as I swung my legs over the side but I did not stop there. Weakly, I placed my weight on my wobbling legs and took steps towards the door; every movement I made caused my head to pound.

I reached the door and swung it open to reveal a brightly light hallway that made my eyes feel like they were on fire. One of my hands went to shield my sight as the other trailed the wall papered wall to make sure I kept my balance.

Soon enough, came the stairs and I felt like a was going throw up as I looked at them; I was not in any condition to go down stairs and, for once, I was not going to be dumb enough to try it.

"Allie? What are you doing out of bed?"

I turned around to see Bill Weasley standing in the doorway of one of the other bedrooms on the top floor. Without another word, he was at my side and putting an arm around my waist, taking most of my weight.

"I-I-I needed to see everyone...I don't know what's going on." I admitted.

"Well, let me take you back to bed and I will send Ron and Hermione up to you." He explained as he tried to lead me back to the bedroom I had just managed to escape.

I anchored my feet in place. "But-"

"Bill, let her come down." A new voice-Ron's-called from the bottom of the stairs. "Maybe she can talk to Harry."

I looked from Bill down to his younger brother. "What happened?" Neither of them answered at first. "What's wrong?"

Ron sighed before coming up the stairs to meet us, taking my waist when he got there. "I'll take you out to him. He's still at the grave."

My heart sank at the word 'grave' but I didn't say anything; we had to get out to Harry and I didn't want to slow that down with questions.

Ron took me outside, revealing that Shell Cottage rested on the beach, and then led me to a high sand hill behind the house. It took us a couple of minutes to get there seeing as I was weak and refused to let Ron carry me but eventually we made it to Harry.

He was standing there, looking down at a newly covered spot on the ground, not even realizing that we were there with him.

Ron looked from him to me, silently saying that he wanted to leave the two of us alone. I smiled over at him before unwinding his arm from around me and letting him go back down the hill.

I hobbled over to him, coming to rest on his right side, as I too stared down at the fresh grave. In the sand, someone had etched out the name Dobby.

I looked over at the boy standing next to me. "Harry, I am so sorry."

He nodded before looking over at me. "What are you doing out here? You should be in bed."

I shrugged. "When have I ever done what I should?"

Finally, he turned to me, looking up from my eyes to my forehead. "What happened to you?"

"The usual." I stated matter-of-factly. "They tried to torture information out of us and neither Hermione or I budged..." I trailed off then, my thoughts dragging me back to poor Hermione, crying on the floor as Bellatrix carved into her flesh. "Hermione! I haven't seen her yet. Is she okay? What the hell happened to her-"

"She's fine." Harry cut me off. "A little shaken up but she'll be okay." He paused as his eyes went back to my forehead, followed by his hand. His thumb touched a tender spot, causing me to wince, while the rest of his hand cradled the side of my head.

It was just then that I remembered Harry saying something while we were still at Malfoy Manor: he called me 'love', something that hadn't happened in a long time. For a fraction of a second I allowed myself to think that something had changed between us-that we were going back to being the normal us-but his eyes told a different story. He didn't want me back, he just wanted to get the hell out of Malfoy Manor while we still had the time.

"You're lying."

The sound of his voice made me jump. I shook my head slightly. "What?"

He dropped his hand and his gaze. "You're lying. I know you aren't telling me what really happened while we were in the dungeon...I mean, Allie you were screaming in such pain...Hermione said she could have swore that Greyback was ripping your fingers clean off and when I got to you, you had cracks in your forehead like you were a broken statue."

I smiled up at him slightly. "I'm fine, Harry. Really. My ego is bruised more than anything else."

His face fell. "You haven't looked in a mirror, have you?"

I wrinkled my forehead and winced when I felt the sore spot scream in protest. Slowly, I reached my hand up to the place where Harry's had been and almost gasped when I felt that the cracks Harry had described were still there, caked with dried blood. I sighed as my hand dropped down to my side; apparently I wasn't as indestructible as I wanted to believe I was.

My eyes went to Harry and I felt the need to tell him what happened to me. I held my hand out to him, waiting for him to take it. "Walk with me."

Harry and I walked along the beach, arms linked mostly so I could lean alotof my weight onto his, and I began to tell him what happened while we were separated.

"Okay, just promise me you won't freak out when I tell you this...I mean, it's gonna sound really gross and, well, it actually is really gross but just don't say anything before I have a chance to explain, got it?"

Harry nodded, giving a small smile all the while.

I took a deep breath before going into the story of how I attacked Greyback before he proceeded to rip the fingers off of my hands, one by one, until my right hand was nothing but a nub.

I saw his eyes dart down to my hand to see that all of my fingers were still there in perfect condition.

I sighed as I wiggled my fingers. "Yeah, you know that vampire thing and how it's really hard for me to get hurt? Well, werewolves, and other vampires, can rip me to bits but...I can kind of reattach them by licking them so that the vampire venom sinks in and acts like a kind of glue..."

I looked over at him and the completely baffled expression he wore on his face. The way he was looking at me almost made me feel like he thought I was a freak or something. I walked out of his reach. "I knew it." I started to wag my finger at him like Billy used to when he caught me doing something bad. "I knew you were going to react this way."

I started walking away, slowly, from him.

"What way?" He asked as he chased after me.

"Like you think I'm some strange ass monster that you cannot possibly relate to." The words came out a lot louder than I expected them too but I didn't care; my feet kept moving and he kept following me.

"How can you say that? I don't think you are a freak, Allie." He finally caught up to me and stepped into my path, forcing me to stop and look at him.

Truth is, I didn't want to look at him right now because in my mind I was still thinking about the way he acted in Malfoy Manor, the way I allowed myself to think we were going to be able to go back to being us. His green eyes were staring down at me and I just felt like a gullible ass hole.

From the corner of my vision I could see him shake his head in disbelief. "You are really bloody screwed up, you know that?" I still didn't look at him but at the ocean. "Where do you come off telling me about my feelings?" He paused to take a exasperated breath. "I wonder if you get your jollies from sending me mixed signals or you just keep talking yourself out of giving me a bloody shot!"

I bit my lip, feeling anger-along with my already gnawing embarrassment-growing in the pit of my stomach. I looked back over at him. "What the hell are you talking about!"

"You know damn well what I am talking about!" He shouted back. Harry took another breath as he ran his hands through his hair, a clear indication that he had gone off the deep end and all bets were off: we were going to settle this right here, right now.

"You are mental!" Harry shouted. "Honest to God, mental! You know why? Because you can't figure out what the bloody hell you want!"

"Well, right now I want you to stop yelling at me!" I shouted right back at him.

Harry then came dangerously close to my face, towering over me, as always, when was pissed off. "It's the only way I can get you to listen to me!"

"I listen to you!" I fought.

"You do not!"

"Do too!"

"Alright, then why the hell have you said nothing about Malfoy Manor! Why haven't you said anything about what happened between us!" He took a few deep breaths as he backed a few feet away from me; Harry looked back at me and shrugged. "I love you, Allie, I really do and I want to be with you... but I just don't know if I can trust you to let me love you and allow yourself to love me in return!"

I was stunned, genuinely speechless for the first time in my life. "I-I-I." I took a breath and tried again. "I thought you weren't serious back at the manor... I thought you were just trying to get us out of there."

Harry chuckled humorlessly and shook his head as if to silently say he knew this was the way I was going to react to this news. I didn't know if he was right about me, I honestly didn't, and I didn't think I would ever really know.

It was times like these that I wondered if being able to read other people's minds interfered with me being able to see into my own mind.

"Unbelievable..." He whispered to himself before turning around and heading further down the beach.

As I watched Harry's retreating back, I felt as if a part of me was going with him. He was walking away after telling me he loved me and I was letting him; but, I was going to stop him because I needed to know something.

"Hey!" I called out, my voice echoing across the beach.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks and thought a moment before turning around to me.

I tilted my head at him, wondering how I was going to put into words what I needed to know. I shrugged my shoulders. "Why now? I mean, what made you decide to tell me this now?"

Harry stayed silent for a moment, looking out to the dark blue ocean that laid underneath the gray sky, before giving his attention back to me. "Yesterday, when I was sitting in that dungeon listening to you scream...I wondered if I was ever going to see you again...the way you were screaming...I was sure you were going to die."

"But I didn't." I whispered, only earning a nod from Harry.

"Which means we get a second chance if you are willing to take it...Listen, Allie, I forgive you for last year...with Malfoy." He said.

Oh, shit. I really wish he hadn't done that because now I was pissed again. Digging up that ancient history now? It was ridiculous and didn't even matter anymore because I hadn't even talked to the guy in over a year- plus I completely kicked Malfoy's ass the other day-and now Harry is going to say he forgives me after I clearly proved my point that nothing did and ever was going to happen between the two of us?

"You forgive me! You forgive me! Harry Jame Potter, I told you a hundred times that nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, was going on between me and Malfoy! Do you realize the hell you put me through with all of your jealousy bullshit! Sure, I kissed him-well, technically he kissed me-but it didn't mean anything! It never would mean anything and another thing-"

When I started rambling on, Harry began to smile, making my anger bubble up even more.

"Don't you dare laugh, Harry. I mean it! If so much as a chuckle comes out of your mouth I will-" In three steps he closed the space between us and placed his hand over my mouth.

"Really? You are going to put your dirt covered hand all over my face? Does that seem like a good idea right now?" My muffled words barely made it out of my mouth.

Harry sighed. "Would you just shut up and admit that you want me back too?"

My shoulders slumped, all the tenseness that I had been feeling evaporated from my body. His green eyes met my blue ones and everything else seemed to blur around us. It was in that moment that I realized that I was scared to try again with Harry. Sure, it had always been a nice thought but now that it was here all the things I knew could go wrong were flying through my mind.

What happened if we couldn't make it work? Would I get my heart broken again? Can we live without all the drama?

And, of course, the biggest question of all: What would he do when Voldemort killed me?

I couldn't take him back, not when I knew what I knew and couldn't tell him; it would be too cruel. We might as well just stay friends, or whatever the hell we are, instead of setting ourselves up for heartbreak again.

"Harry-"

"No, just listen." He said, cutting me off and putting his hands firmly on either of my shoulders. "Alice Rose Cullen, I'd rather fight with you everyday for the rest of my life then spend it with anyone else."

Ah, shit. Why the hell did he have to say that?

I looked into his mind and I knew he meant the words he had mistakenly spoken; he truly wanted to be with me...just the way I wanted to be with him.

"Dammit!" I snapped at myself before reaching out and grabbing him by the back of the neck, pulling his lips onto mine. I would like to say that some cheesy fireworks exploded inside my head or that I felt the need for my foot to 'pop' like in that dumb Disney movie Jake made me watch but it was nothing like that.

It was normal. Our normal.

It was like every other kiss we had ever had and that made it absolutely perfect to me. I could remember these kisses and nothing-and I mean nothing-could be better than this.

After a good thirty seconds, our lips finally parted and I stared up at my love. His green eyes were bright and the smile that played across his face definitely reached them.

He leaned down to me and pressed a quick and gentle kiss to my lips one more time before cradling my face in both of his hands.

I smiled up at him but, unlike Harry, I don't think mine reached my eyes.

This was wrong, I knew it, but I couldn't help myself. I was always this way when it came to Harry: irresponsible and completely incapable of controlling myself.

"Allie," He called my name, forcing me out of my thoughts. "I know we have a lot of things to work out but...we can do it." He chuckled in a way that I hadn't heard in over a year, before our sixth year and all the crap that came with it. "Heck, if we can take on Voldemort we can beat this."

I smiled and nodded up at him. Oh, how I wished that was true but I just couldn't see it happening. But I wasn't going to worry about that right now-being killed wasn't really a romantic topic-because, for now, we were together-I mean, really together-and we were safe.

I hope you liked it and I truly hope that the reunion was up to your expectations. I really tried and I didn't want it to be too cheesy. Tell me what you think! Thank you for reading!