Hey! So sorry it took so long to update! I've been super busy with school work, work, and just a whole bunch of other things. I worked really hard on the chapter and I hope you enjoy it!

Here we go…

The forest was spinning around me, making me feel like I had just gotten off the tilt-a-whirl and couldn't stand straight.

But I hadn't been on the tilt-a-whirl.

I was just loosing blood and lots of it.

Once I was moving, I could feel the extent of my injuries from the fall out of the headmaster's window eight-story drop. I felt like my insides had been scrambled in a blender before being shoved back into my body. I felt the constant trickle of blood from my nose and mouth that I had to wipe off with my already bloodstained gray t-shirt.

I felt myself dying, slowly but surely.

Yeah, I might have been a half vampire but I wasn't stupid; after all, I have died before. I know what it feels like. And, sure, I'll come back from this, bounce back after some serious medical attention, but I would pass out first and that was not something I could afford to do now. Not when Harry was out here, somewhere, with Voldemort and his Death Eater pals.

I stopped running for a moment to lean against a nearby tree trunk and cough up more of my blood. As much as I liked the taste of blood, it wasn't too nice on it's way out, that's for sure.

It took me a moment to not only regain my strength but also my vision. Since I entered the woods my eyesight has been coming in and out, threatening to leave me completely at any moment. But I couldn't think on that now. I knew I had to hurry up and find Harry before it was too late…before Voldemort killed him.

Since my eyes went black again, I decided to close them and focus all my energy on listening to Harry's thoughts. The Death Eaters sure enough were able to keep me out of their heads but Harry never had that luxury. Hell, even when he tried to block me it never worked. No matter what, I always had a way into his mind and I had to use that connection now. It was my only hope.

It took me a little longer to channel in on him than normal but it was still only a matter of about thirty seconds before I heard his voice, loud and clear, in my own head.

I've accepted this. I am ready to die. I am no longer scared. I can do this.

Harry's mind kept chanting these phrases over and over until I finally registered where he was: a quarter mile away to my right. My sense of direction had been seriously affected by the fall and I was going the wrong direction.

I took one more deep breath and one more swipe of my sleeve across my nose and mouth before I took off, following the sound of Harry's thoughts all the while.

I wish I did not have to do this, leave Allie in such a state. But she will be all right. She'll have Jacob and Hermione and the Weasley's. Yes, she will be furious with me but I will be okay with that. Everything I am doing is for her as well as for the rest of the Wizarding World. She will be okay.

Okay, my ass, Harry James Potter. I stumbled further, feeling like had been moving in slow motion but knowing I was simply running at a normal, human speed instead of vampire running to Harry. I went on much the same way for maybe three more minutes before seeing a clearing up ahead and knowing full well what I would find once I reached it. There were at least ten Death Eaters within that region, I could hear them breathing and the sound of their hearts beating. I stopped my pursuit on the outskirts of the clearing, making sure I knew every single person was identified; I had to have a grasp on the situation or else both Harry and I would be screwed.

With my dizzying vision it was difficult but I counted eight Death Eaters and Voldemort but that wasn't all that was there. They had taken Hagrid captive and tied him up. He was down on his knees in the middle of a group of Death Eaters. And then there was Voldemort and Bellatrix, standing ten feet away from the spot where Harry stood closest to me.

The boy's wand wasn't raised or even out of his pocket. He just stood there, staring down the Dark Lord like he was ready to die. I respected him for that but I sure as hell was not going to let it happen.

I watched a second longer to just see that Voldemort and Harry were staring at each other, both refusing to be the first to look away. Just then, I saw Voldemort raise his wand, ready to strike Harry down.

I couldn't wait any longer.

Without a second thought, I stumbled from my hiding place in a clump of trees and emerged in the clearing, earning many gasps and whispers from the Death Eaters that held Hagrid.

"Allie? Not you, too!" The half-giant cried, causing Harry to spin around and stare at me.

I instantly saw the boy's face fall in defeat as he began to shake his head slowly at me as if to silently ask why I came. I had complicated things, I knew, but I had to make sure it was how it was supposed to be. I had to die, not Harry.

But I couldn't tell him that without letting Voldemort on to what was going on, why both of us were here instead of one, that Harry had been mistaken. A hint of a smile appears on my face as I look back at Harry, silently apologizing for the situation that was now occurring because of me.

I stumbled over to Harry and grasped onto him for dear life. Thank Merlin I reached him when I did or else I would have fallen due to blood loss.

I was fading and fading fast.

This had to end.

"What happened to you?" Harry asked as he wrapped one arm tightly around my waist, causing me to cry out in pain, before loosening his grip. "You shouldn't have come, Allie. I don't want you to see this."

I rested both my blood soaked hands on Harry's chest and gazed up at him. I looked into his green eyes and shook my head slowly. "I had to be here, Harry." I said simply.

The boy tilted his head to me and wrinkled his forehead. "Don't do anything reckless, Allie. You know it has to be me."

It was then that I realized that I couldn't tell him; he would never believe me and never allow me to be killed. So, I had to figure out a new plan. I would let him think he was going to die until the very last second when I would have to throw him out of the way and let the Killing Curse hit me instead. I was fast enough; I knew I was, so there was no risk in Harry actually dying. But he wouldn't understand, just like he knew I wouldn't understand if he died.

That is something both of us would have to get over, though, because this was happening whether we liked it or not.

"Ahh, Allie, come do join the festivities, have you?" I heard Voldemort's hiss from across the clearing and turned to look at glare at him. "Oh, it looks like you are hurt, Allie. Poor girl." The Dark Lord 'tisked'. "You're on the brink of death by the looks of it. Shall it be you, then, who shall die tonight?"

"No!" Harry screamed, pushing me behind me. "No, it's me. You kill me and Allie gets to live. That was the agreement."

Voldemort laughed and started nodding his head. "Yes, yes, Harry. Allie shall live, like I said, as an example of what happens when you try to overthrow the most powerful wizard in the world blah, blah, blah. I shall keep my promise if you keep yours."

"I promised. I'm ready." Harry nodded sternly before turning around and looking down at me. He stroked my face for a second. "I love you."

"I love you." I told him back before tears started running down my blood stained cheeks, turning red as the moved further down my face. It was in that moment that I realized just how final this situation was.

I was never going to be with Harry again. I would never be able to have the life I imagine with him. We wouldn't get married; we wouldn't have that little girl I dreamed about in our sixth year. I wouldn't be around to watch Harry grow old, to watch him get gray hair and wrinkly skin. I wouldn't be there to watch him live a full and happy life.

I would be gone out of this world, never to return for him.

I was seriously considering grabbing Harry and running as fast as I could, getting us as far away from this place as possible, until I felt him wrap his strong arms around me and rest his check on top of my head.

There we stood, Harry faced away from the inevitable attack that was to come and me buried deep in his arms and chest. I realized then that this is how he wanted to die. He didn't want to have to look at Voldemort, stare into the eyes of evil, but be engrossed in me, dying in the arms of the one he loved.

And I wouldn't want to die any other way either. It was comforting, knowing that he would be there to hold me through it all, until the end.

I heard Voldemort's heartbeat quicken then and instantly knew he was about to cast the spell.

"Harry?" I prompted.

"Yes, love?"

He began to stroke my hair again, attempting to comfort me because he was dying-oh, how wrong he was- but never moved to look at me. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around me like I was the only thing keeping him up at that moment.

Voldemort's wand was raised now.

"Before you do this, there is something you need to know."

"What is that, love?"

Voldemort inhaled deeply, about ready to speak.

I inhaled, too. This was it. No going back, no backing out.

"You aren't the horocrux." I pulled Harry away slightly so I could look into his shocked, confused green eyes. "I am."

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted the spell.

In the blink of an eye I had rotated Harry and I: Harry, now facing the Dark Lord, and I with my back to him and the spell.

My eyes were connected to Harry's, blue crashed against green, and I smiled slightly.

I felt the spell hit my back. I felt the pain radiate throughout every nerve in my body. I felt my body go limp and my mind go numb. I felt the light leave my eyes even though my soul still searched for Harry's gaze. I felt my entire being float off into nothingness.

I felt myself die and I was content.

I opened my eyes to see white.

It wasn't white exactly, I guess, but more like pure light. Something very cliché that you'd expect to see when arriving in Heaven. I shot up from my laying position and my eyes darted all around me.

Heaven? Could I have possibly made it to such a place after all the shit I had done in my life?

Aww, damn. Was I allowed to think the word 'shit' in Heaven? It was probably frowned upon but I was new at this stuff so I bet they'd cut me so slack.

I stood up and decided to try to take in my very white surroundings.

I was by the cliff in La Push, the one where Dumbledore came to meet me the summer before my sixth year. On my left I saw the winding road the led around the mountains and through the vast forest. On my right I saw the cliff that rose high above the rocky beach and ocean, where I had fallen all those years ago; it was where I learned that I would never die.

But something was different about this version of the forest.

It wasn't colorful with it's usual greens and browns. Everything was white, kind of like someone had come along and sucked the color out of every tree, rock, and blade of grass. The only thing to be seen was the outline of everything as if it were a page in a new coloring book and it was really freaking me out. I looked down at my hands and saw that I was actually in color. I took a deep breath, completely confused as to what the hell was going on. Was I dead or not?

I honestly thought I might have been high for a second until I realized that I hadn't done any drugs.

Just then, I heard a weird, deep breathing sound like someone was panting for breath after a long jog. My eyes danced around, trying to find the source of the breathing, until I caught sight of the top of a baldhead peeking around the base of a nearby tree. Slowly, I crept my way over to it, kind of scared as to what I would find there. I finally made it and stretched my neck around to see what was there and gasped at what I saw.

It was a weird-ass bloody fetus thing curled up in a ball and breathing like it was inches from death. I titled my head to it and raised an eyebrow; I now knew that I wasn't in Heaven now. Heaven wouldn't have anything that creepy in it.

"Hello, Allie."

I didn't turn around right away at the sound of my name; because I recognized that voice. It was a voice that I never thought I would hear again. Why the hell did I keep hearing the voices of dead people when I was close to death or, in this case, already dead? Did people in the afterlife truly have this much control over what they did?

"Allie?"

I bit my lip and finally turned around to see Professor Dumbledore standing before me, wearing his trademark long robe that he was so famous for in life. He looked exactly the same, I noted, now as he did when he was alive. I don't know why, but it made me sad that he hadn't changed any since he died… perhaps it made me feel like he had never died. All this time I had been trying heal my soul and now I was swimming in that grief again.

Wait a minute… I didn't need to grieve. I was dead too.

Ahh, never mind then.

"Hey, Professor." I said quickly before turning back to the thing at my feet. It was too weird, right? I was having a hard time facing him instead of being excited and I didn't exactly know why.

I heard the old man take steps toward me until he stood before the creature at my feet too. We both looked at it for a second as it breathed heavily and shivered in a crumbled heap.

Finally, I had enough and I had to find out what the hell was going on in this strange white world. "What is it?" I asked the Headmaster as I continued to look at the creature.

"That is Voldemort…or, at least, the part of him that resided within you."

"Say what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and turning to the Headmaster. Yes, I was taken aback by his answer but then again that was what I always loved about Dumbledore. He was completely honest with me no matter what. Because he knew I could take it, that I was strong enough to handle the awful truth that usually came with our little visits.

"Well, that's gross." I couldn't think of anything else to say. "But what is it doing here?" I finally looked back over to see the Headmaster still standing there. "What are you doing here? And what am I doing here for that matter? What is here?"

Dumbledore chuckled slightly as I ranted, letting me stop on my own. I took a deep breath as I watched the dead man shake his head at me. "You are in between life and death, Allie."

"Like limbo?" My eyes darted around and I shook my head too. "No, I've been to limbo and this isn't it…Cedric was there and it was in color." I paused to look around again. "And it was at the Black Lake by Hogwarts."

"No, this isn't limbo, Allie." Dumbledore told me, taking a look around our surroundings now, too. "I remember this place. It is by your home, correct?" I nodded, earning one from him in return. "I thought so…shall we take a walk? I will explain the best I can."

The two of us fell into step next to each other as we walked along the cliff's edge, between the open air and the road. I stayed silent for a moment as I waited for Dumbledore to speak and felt like I was going to burst because he was taking so long. I gave him ten more seconds before I finally spoke up.

"Am I dead?" I asked timidly.

The bearded man looked at me from the corner of his eye and shrugged. "Yes and no."

"What does that mean?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath. "It means that technically you are dead." He paused turning his head so he could look at me full on. "When Voldemort killed you, he managed not only to kill the horocrux within you but also your human side."

I wrinkled my forehead, trying to figure out what this meant. Okay, so I knew what it meant but I didn't want to admit it out loud yet. "Are you saying…that…I'm a full vampire now?" I swallowed hard because the words tasted bitter in my mouth. Yes, I knew this day would come eventually but I wasn't ready, not yet anyway. I was supposed to have more time to process this and train myself. I was supposed to have more time to find out who I was instead of being defined as a vampire. I was supposed to have more time to spend with my friends and Jake.

I was just supposed to have more time…

And then, instead of time, I was just supposed to die and skip all this vampire nonsense.

"Yes, Allie." Dumbledore answered, pulling me from my thoughts. "You are a full vampire now."

I nodded, feeling like his confirmation did not need me to say anything. I was a vampire now, forced to live forever, and I was just going to have to accept that…wait a minute. "Sir, the prophecy. It said that two of us were going to have to die or else none of us would survive…if I am meant to live forever now, does that mean that Harry and Voldemort…?" Please, Merlin, make him say no.

"No, Allie. Both of them will not die."

I sighed, relieved that Harry still had a chance but confused about what this means.

"Then the prophecy was wrong? Only one of us will die?"

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, sadly. "No, the prophecy was not wrong."

I tilted my head, confused. "Then-?"

"You are essentially dead, Allie." The headmaster cut me off. "Your humanity died tonight, leaving you only as a vampire. The prophecy said that none can live while the other survive…since you are dead…"

"Since I am dead one person can still live." Dumbledore nodded, showing that I was still on the right track. "So, what am I doing here? In the in-between? If I'm not technically going to be gone then why am I waiting to move on to the afterlife?"

Dumbledore waited a few moments after my questions as if he was trying to find the answer, as if all of my questions required the right words or else something would go terribly wrong…like I would lose my sanity, for instance. I was pretty sure that already was happening though.

The headmaster stopped, taking a position in front of me so he could look down into my eyes. "My dear girl, death is a strange and mysterious thing to us all, especially to you and those of your race." He paused. "It is equally strange that as ready as you say you are to die that you are clinging onto your human side so fiercely."

I tilt my head like he was babbling crazy talk or something. "What?"

"You are scared, Allie. You are scared to move on and you are scared to go back and that is why you and I stand here right now."

I scoffed and crossed my arms across my chest, suddenly feeling defensive. "I am not scared."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at me and I knew then that I couldn't lie to him and he sure as hell wasn't going to let me lie to myself. "You are scared and that is perfectly acceptable. Fear is important in determining what obstacles are worth overcoming."

"And my obstacle is?"

"Determining what you should do now. If you die then that means that you will be leaving your loved ones-Harry, Jacob, and the rest of your friends-behind you and you are not sure if you can do it because the hurt will be unbearable. But, then again, if you do go back to them then you shall be entirely vampire…unchanging, surviving solely on blood, and without a pulse or heartbeat. It is a terrible decision that you have to make, Allie, and it is one that I would not want for anybody but just as you had to determine if you would let Voldemort kill you, you must decide this."

I bit my bottom lip as I took a deep breath, mulling over what the headmaster had just informed me of; he always knew what was going on in my head better than I did and I knew that his thoughts on why I was here were correct.

I couldn't decide what was worse and what was better.

I wanted my parents and I wanted Jake; I wanted my humanity and I wanted to be able to save everyone I loved; I wanted to live and I wanted to die all at the same time.

But what was more important to me? What was more important to everyone else?

"I have to go back." I say. "I've been wrestling with this my entire life, trying to embrace the vampire in me and never being able to. Now, I am going to force myself to. I won't let the monster beat my humanity…if my family could overcome it than I will too. I refuse to let them down."

Dumbledore nodded slowly, quizzically. "And Harry? What will become of your relationship with him, seeing as you are going to live forever, unchanging, and he will grow older with each passing minute?"

I bite down on my lip and shake my head because I have always known that this day would come, when I had to decide Harry's future and mine. I would never change him; that had been decided so long ago. But could we have a life together with me staying seventeen forever and him growing older? "I can't be selfish about this, can I? It wouldn't be fair to keep him when he would be missing out on so much that life has to offer."

I saw Dumbledore tilt his head at me and look down into my eyes from over the top of his glasses. "Are you quite sure, my dear, that this is the path you are going to take? Going back to the realm of the living, being undead, and facing eternity alone?"

"Oh, I won't be alone." I smile slightly. "I'll have Jake."

Dumbledore sighs. "Ahh, yes. The imprint, correct? I have read about such things before and it means that Jake will not age until you do since you imprinted so early. And since you will no longer age…"

"Neither will he." I answer. "It is not an ideal life for either of us but at least we will have each other."

"So, that is it, then? You are quite sure?" Dumbledore questioned one last time.

I pause. There was no going back from this once I answered. Could this really be the path I have paved for myself? No Harry and a life as a vampire, surviving and caring about blood over everything else?

I take a deep breath. "Yes, sir. I am sure."

The headmaster nodded again. "Well, then, I supposed I should send you back." He paused and patted me on the shoulder. "It has been an honor knowing you, Allie Cullen, and I looked forward to seeing you an eternity from now."

I couldn't help but laugh. "An eternity doesn't end, Headmaster. It's forever and always."

The small smile he wore grew bigger as his blue eyes began to twinkle. Slowly, he started walking away from me, back into the white cloudiness that surrounded us in the in between. "Everything must come to an end, my dear. Nothing is permanent, not even you. We shall see each other again, I promise you that." Dumbledore turned around and started walking again, being consumed by the mist. "Tell Harry hello for me." He paused for a second and turned his head back to look at me, only the outline of his frame was visible now. "Allie, think long and hard about your future with him. You say you do not want to waste his life but perhaps, to him, you are not a waste. But, then again, what do I know? I am dead, after all." He tipped his head to me and turned back around, disappearing entirely into the white woods.

"Goodbye, Professor." I whispered into the wind, not being able to get the words out in time for him to actually hear. For once, Dumbledore had managed to get the last word in with me and I had to smile at the thought.

I stood there a moment, taking deep breaths as I took in the silent white surrounding and wondering when I would be sent back into the thick of it all, wondering when I would go back to my human life no longer a human, but a vampire.

It was only seconds before I felt warmth touch my back. I spun to see a light coming from over the ridge and ocean. It came at me quickly and in only a matter of a fraction of a second, I was thrust back into my cold, hard, dead body.

I thought about opening my eyes, right when I felt the jolt that sent me back to my body that sat in the middle of the woods; but, I remembered that I had to stay dead for a while because, if I didn't, Voldemort would kill Harry in retaliation.

So, I lay perfectly still, unmoving and not breathing the slightest bit of air into my lungs. At first, I felt panicked because I wasn't breathing but then I remembered that it was completely unnecessary for me to do so. I was a full vampire and I was dead.

I then registered that Harry was screaming my name, hysterical the entire time. But he wasn't by my side. He was somewhere a distance away, probably twenty feet from what my ears could detect, and I was lying on the hard ground where I had probably dropped 'dead'.

"Allie! You bastard! What did you do!" I heard him yell at, I'm assuming, Voldemort.

"Ahh, Harry, don't be so sensitive. All you ever do is whine about me killing people you 'love'. Well, this time I was aiming for you. It's not my fault that the vampire jumped in front of you! Please, just calm down." His tone was condescending and I wanted nothing more than to run up and smack him in the face.

I heard Harry struggle more against whoever was holding him back but nothing could be done to get himself free. Still, I lay unmoving.

"Someone make sure she is dead." Voldemort instructed, earning silence in return. No one wanted to check and see if the 'filthy half-breed vampire' was dead. Again, I felt panicked because I thought the moment one of them came over here I would be found out but, then again, I have no pulse so we were good on that front, too.

Leaves crunched under someone's feet as they came over to me. The person knelt down and rested two cold fingers on my neck for what seemed like an hour until they stood back up and stepped away from me. "She is dead!"

Cheers erupted at the same time that I heard Harry screaming no, that it was impossible, that I couldn't be dead. This continued on for a moment before all fell deadly silent.

"Loyal servants, tonight we have proven that no one, not even the mighty vampire, can stand against us! Tonight, with the death of the vampire, we will prove that the wizarding world belongs to us! Tonight we will have victory!" Voldemort's speech concluded with his group of Death Eaters cheering, yelling, and jumping up and down so hard that I could hear it…but, perhaps that part was just the vampire hearing.

The next second I felt arms go around my shoulders and waist, pulling me up to rest on a lap and against a chest; it was Harry, I concluded, as I heard the sound of the blood rushing through his veins; it was a sound I knew so well. The boy rocked me back and forth, resting his cheek on top of my head.

"You aren't dead. You can't be. Don't leave me here like this, please." His voice shook as he spoke those heart-wrenching words and I wanted nothing more than to sit up, wrap my arms around him, and let him know that I was all right. Oh, I wanted to, but it wasn't safe. Not here and not now.

"Harry, stop your blubbering over that mudblood. It makes you look pathetic." Voldemort's voice seemed closer this time. "Now pick that thing up and let's be on our way. I believe your friends will like to see what comes to those who defy me…Shall we?"

Harry didn't move, though. He just stayed on the ground holding me and rocking me, whispering incoherent babble under his breath. The sound of chains dropping could be heard from behind Harry followed by big, stomping footfalls coming towards us.

"Harry, I'll take her, lad." The gruff, but shaky, voice of Hagrid said.

I felt his large hand close around my arm when Harry yanked me away just as fast. "NO!" He shouted. "Don't you touch her!" The boy took a few rough, deep breaths. "I will take her…I'll take her."

The next second, Harry lifted me up, cradling me gently in his arms as he pulled me tight against his chest and kept his cheek on top of my head the whole while.

"Oh, Allie, what did you do?" I heard Hagrid whisper.

"Come now, no more time to waste." Voldemort said a little too happily. Gosh, I wanted to punch this guy square in the face so hard that his head popped off.

Harry fell into step next to Hagrid, both staying silent as they moved. It was hard, to stay so still while they moved, but I decided that I had to wait for the crucial moment when I could make my reappearance. It had to be within the limits of Hogwarts. Here the three of us were too outnumbered. I wasn't even sure if I had my wand still on me.

I better, I thought to myself. Because if I don't then Harry would probably be screwed and then all of us would be screwed.

I completely forgot the fact that my wand was meant to out power the Elder Wand but now that it came back to my mind, I focused in on the spot on my hip where my wand should have a presence because it was in my pocket. Sure enough, I felt it there. Safe and sound, ready for Harry to use.

Good.

We walked on, me dangling from Harry's arms, for several more moment before the sound of far off murmurs registered in my ears. Rubble began to shift as our group walked and I knew we had to be at the ruins of the entrance to the castle. Soon enough, Harry came to a stop but did not relinquish his tight grip on me.

"Is that-?"

"Allie?"

"No, it can't be…"

The chatter went on before me, everyone confused because, to them, I hand just come back from the dead and now I was dead again.

"ALLIE!" When I heard Jake's voice I felt myself twitch in Harry's arms as my body fought to go to him, but my brain wouldn't let it.

I felt Harry's chest and arms tense against me and I knew that he knew there was a possibility that I was still alive. He couldn't say anything, couldn't do anything without tipping off Voldemort and I think he knew it, too.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO!" Jake continued to scream and I just prayed that Kingsley was there to restrain him. In his weakened state it wouldn't take much for him to be held back.

"Someone shut that pup up." I heard Voldemort shout.

Harry pulled me up, adjusting me in his arms so that my forehead rested against his cheek. His arm that held my back rotated so my chest was against his and my face was buried, concealed from everyone around us. I felt as he rotated his lips to be right on my forehead. "Are you still with me, love?" His whisper was so low I could barely detect it. But, I answered nonetheless. Ever so slightly, I nod my head against his lips; anyone looking on at us would only think that it was Harry who caused my movement.

The boy sighed and kissed my forehead.

"Alice Cullen is dead and Harry Potter is reduced to ruin!" Voldemort's voice reappeared. "Look at him, on the verge of a mental breakdown…I do not think he will be far behind her." He paused. "The vampire is dead and gone! And, I assure you, she will not come back this time…Allie Cullen is dead!"

"NO!" I heard Jake yell out. "No!" He repeated, sobbing loud enough for me to hear.

"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled, casting some spell that I did not know but could hear very well. "You stupid dog. All of you are fools. No longer will you put your faith in mere children. No, you shall put your faith in me.

"The Chosen Ones are defeated!" He shouted again-for, like, the billionth time, mind you- and earned himself a large amount of laughter from his Death Eaters. "And now is the time to declare yourself to my service…join us…become one of us…or die."

It was completely silent as everyone thought over his or her options; all I could hear were the sounds of their pounding hearts.

"Draco!" The boy's name was exclaimed in an urgent tone from his father. I assumed that Malfoy must still be among those who were in Hogwarts…he never left to be with the Death Eaters and I allowed myself to think for just a second that he still might possess good…but that second came and went as his father said his name again. "Oh, Draco…" This time it seemed as if his father was relieved, like he had not been sure if his son were alive or dead.

"Draco, come." His mother said softly as if trying to convince her son. But why would he need convincing? These were his people, his comrades. He shouldn't hesitate for a second to go over there and join them in celebrating my demise.

Everything was silent again for a moment or so before I heard one single solitary word escape Draco Malfoy's lips. "No." He said, almost making me feel like I had a heart attack. "Enough is enough." He continued in a whisper.

No? He is defying his parents and Voldemort. It couldn't be happening; there was no reason for it. I couldn't understand why he was doing this and I felt like I had to be certain what he reasoning was. I opened my mind to look into his and all that resided there was me. He was staring at my dead body, lying in Harry's arms, and not feeling sad but defiant. Draco Malfoy had been sitting on the fence between good and evil for as long as I had known him and the sight of me, dead, had been the push he needed to decide where his allegiances lie.

It was in this moment, when Draco had his guard down, that I realized he truly did love me. In his mind, I watched all his memories of the two us fly by from our fourth year when we had been assigned potions partners to our sixth year when he tried to kill me. He loved me and when Voldemort killed me he couldn't keep up the act anymore, he wouldn't be evil anymore because of what it did to me…what it did to him.

I was the only true friend Draco Malfoy had ever had and now I was gone, leaving him alone.

A memory came to his mind from our sixth year when I had followed him into the Room of Requirement. Tears ran down my face and I was standing in front of the vanishing cabinet.

"You don't have to do this." I sobbed out, causing Draco to shake his head.

"Yes, I do. Don't you get it? There is no way out for me. He'll kill me." He responded.

I sputtered for a moment, looking like a complete wreck and sounding even worse. "I-I can help you."

And he considered it. He thought over letting me help him out of his predicament, letting me help him run away and forget all about Hogwarts, his parents, and the Dark Lord. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Because it would put me in danger.

"He'll kill you." He finally said, defeated, and that was that. He was going to go through with this because he wanted to try and keep me safe for as long as possible.

"I'm half dead already." I chuckled out in a whisper.

Draco smiled slightly but it was still not a good enough reason to put me directly in harm's way.

Little did he know at that time he would kill me, take my life from me momentarily and give me this scar on my forehead. His love for me did not keep me safe. But it made him a man; he had grown into someone I could respect and I had never been more proud of Draco Malfoy.

This wasn't about love. This was about right and wrong; and, he had chosen the light, the good, the right.

"Draco, come here right this instant. Don't be a fool." His father hissed.

"No." He paused. "No, this is madness."

"Draco-" His mother's plea was cut off by Voldemort.

"No, let him stay…let him cower in front of my power…let him mourn the vampire as if she were his own." The Dark Lord paused. "That's what it is about, isn't it, Draco? Her vampire beauty and charm sucked you in and consumed everything that you are…turning you into a creature all her own. She did it to you…and Potter…AND ALL OF YOU!"

A long silence followed as Voldemort let his words sink in to the crowd's thoughts. This was a new angle I had never thought of…turning this into a vampire versus wizard situation. I was the odd man out in this battle and the easiest target for which he could lay blame. I was different, I was misunderstood, and he knew that. "Look what she did to you! That monster enchanted all of you into thinking that she was your friend and that she cared about you…she poisoned your mind with vampire tricks just as she poisoned her prey with her venom. Why are we here today! It is because of her…Alice Cullen was your enemy, not I. I have managed to slay the undead! And in return I am met with ungratefulness and skepticism? Come, all of you! Join us! Join the wizarding world and leave this monster and her curse behind! Who will join us!"

Another long silence filled the empty space until I heard a lone pair of feet shuffle forward slightly. "I will join you." The voice I heard belonged none other to Neville Longbottom.

Never had I felt more betrayed…no, not betrayed, but hurt. Neville had always been Harry's friend, my friend, and for him to give up like this was so uncharacteristic of him that I thought for a second that maybe I never knew the real Neville.

I heard Voldemort laugh. "Well, I must say, that I had hoped for better." This statement earned laughs from all of his mindless followers. "And who might you be, young man?"

"Neville Longbottom."

The name alone caused the Death Eaters to start laughing again.

"Well, Neville I'm sure we can find somewhere to put you in our ranks-"

"I'd like to say something," The boy interrupted the Dark Lord.

There was a pause as if Voldemort were trying to figure out whether or not to let him speak or not. "By all means." He finally decided.

"It doesn't matter that Allie is gone…people die every day…friends, family…we lost Allie today…but she's still with us…along with everyone else we lost tonight. They didn't die in vain." He paused a second and in that second I could feel something stirring deep within the boy…in his blood…in his heart…never again would I doubt Neville and his character, his courage, and his loyalty to his friends. With his help, I knew I was about to act, all I needed was the right moment and Neville would let me know when that was. I heard a sharp inhale of breath as the boy began to speak again.

"BUT YOU WILL! Because you're wrong! Allie did not betray us, she never would! From the moment she got to Hogwarts her every action was in service to Harry, her friends, this school, and this world! It's not over!" A metallic cling could be heard from the boy's direction but I wasn't exactly sure what it was. But I didn't care.

At that instant I threw myself from Harry's arms, bringing him and me both to the ground before the green flash flew past the spot Harry's chest had been a fraction of a second early.

Everything after that was chaos.

I reacted fast than Harry did, twisting and grabbing my wand from my pocket at lightening speed, shooting a spell at the snake but missing. Harry grabbed my hand and removed his wand at the same time as we began to run and dodge the spells and explosions that were right on our tails. We ran out of the courtyard, shooting spells behind us the entire time until we were a safe enough distance away to stop a moment and take a breath.

The battle was in full swing again and shouts and cries could be heard from the courtyard. I looked behind me to see if anyone was coming our way but for that moment, while Voldemort rallied his troops and stuffed that stupid snake somewhere, we were safe. I felt Harry's hand go to my cheek, forcing my face back to look at him. His eyes were calm, not showing any signs of the attack that we had just survived.

"I thought I lost you." He breathed out.

I smiled slightly and leaned my head into his hand. "You did." He tilted his head, about to question my meaning but I put a finger to his lips. "No time now. Here, take this." I shoved my wand into his hand and wrapped his fingers around it. "It'll destroy him, Harry."

"But I can't wield it." He arguing trying to force it back into my hand.

I shook my head. "You faced death, you accepted it. My wand will listen to you now."

"But-"

"Harry, look at me." I put both my hands on his face and his green eyes crashed on to my red ones. "You have to do this, I can't. Remember the prophecy? None can live while the others survive." I look down for a second. "I'm already the first casualty. It has to be you who kills him, Harry."

His eyes met mine again and I knew he understood that I was dead. My wounds on my body would be healed by now and my eyes would be red, probably close to black because of my lack of blood. My skin would be hard as marble against his and it would be ice cold. He knew I was a full vampire and the human in me was dead; he understood completely.

"Okay, okay." He said, kissing my forehead. "Okay, I can do this. I will do this."

I smile up at him. "I'll be here with you every step of the way. I won't leave you."

Harry nods again, about to say something when an explosion hits the wall behind his head. He ducks to avoid the blow and I spin to see the shadowy apperation that was Voldemort coming up behind us.

I grabbed Harry's hand and we began to run, looking for the stage of our final stand.

I hope you liked it! I made it super long to apologize for the long wait Please tell me what you think and thank you for reading!