yay! new chapter up! i felt bad for leaving it with a cliff hanger so i wrote the whole next chapter last night. =] thanks to everyone who has stuck with the story so far. um... i dont own anything so yeah. on with the story!

"Mmm" Allie groaned, every inch of her ached. She tried to sit up but her body wouldn't allow it. She crashed her head back onto the pillow and winced. She felt her head and touched sown up gash, she counted the stitches. Ten in all. Allie knew that magical medicine didn't work on her, yet another side effect of being a vampire she was sure. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. She was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. The whole room wasn't visible do to the divider she had surrounding her but the smell is what tipped the blond off. It smelt like rubbing alcohol and medicine, two of the worst smells ever. Her vision refocused so she was able to see clearly. Allie looked down and noticed that she was in her guitar pajamas, probably Hermione's doing. She felt her stomach and found that it was wrapped up tightly. As she reached to feel her stomach she noticed that everywhere from her wrist to her elbow on her left arm was bandaged up. From what she remembered she never did anything to her arm. The only thing that happened there was the insanely painful burning in her scar.

Her eyes darted around her and spotted Harry asleep in a chair with his feet propped up at the foot of the bed. She didn't want to wake him, but she needed answers. She managed to pull herself up to a sitting position, it was very uncomfortable due to the wrap job around her torso but she sucked it up. The action caused her to become dizzy but she didn't mind much, she was to focused on the boy in front of her.

She gently pushed the hair back from his forehead. Harry stirred but didn't quite wake.

"Harry?" She said quietly. The boy jumped up from the chair, startled. He looked terrible. A long deep cut ran across his cheek and his arm was in a sling. Exhaustion covered his face and caused think purple bruised semi-circles to form under his eyes. He didn't look like himself and that scared her.

"You're awake. Thank Merlin." He was up out of his chair and sitting on the side of the bed in a flash. He took her cheek in his hand and stroked it with his thumb. He studied her with sad, watery eyes. Allie was confused and weary.

"What happened?" She asked quietly, not really sure if she wanted an answer. Harry pursed his lips and looked away from her. He was dreading having to tell her what happened but she needed to know the truth, he understood that. Harry let out a sigh as the memories of the graveyard came back to him.

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"What a waste. He was such a good looking boy." Voldemort snarled in his ice cold voice. He went over to where Cedric and Allie laid on the ground. Harry knew for sure that Cedric was dead, he darted to Allie and knocked her out of the way so the Killing Curse hit him instead. But Allie... she was on the ground bleeding profusely from the head. She had to be alive, Harry had to tell himself that. Without that hope he would die here for sure. And so would she. "Ah, and what do we have here?" He continued. He knelt down and stroked Allie's pale cheek.

"Don't you touch her!" Harry screamed furiously at the top of his lungs. "Get the hell away from her!" He struggled against his restraints but it was no use. They wouldn't budge, not for him anyway. Voldemort raised his eye brow (or where his eye brow would be) in surprise.

"It looks like you're in love, Harry." Voldemort laughed evilly and returned his gaze to Allie. His smile faded when he caught sight of her left wrist. "It cannot be." He whispered to himself. He lifted her wrist and examined it closer. Harry saw his snake like eyes widen as he looked her over. "That's impossible, I killed the bratty monster fifteen years ago along with it's parents!"

"Apparently not," Harry spat. Voldemort shot him a look. He roughly threw down Allie's arm causing it to get sliced by a sharp rock close to her and walked over to Harry. More blood poured out of Allie, she was losing too much blood.

"I'm going to kill you first, Potter. Hopefully the little vampire will be conscious by the time I get around to it. I'd hate her to miss out on watching you beg for death after I'm done with you," Voldemort smiled. Harry fought against the bar holding him back once again. Voldemort laughed once again and touched Harry's forehead. The dark haired boy let out a scream of pain and anguish. Voldemort's touch felt like a thousand white hot daggers digging into the deepest part of his scar. "Then when I'm through with you. I'll kill her. Slowly. We don't want you two to be together too fast now do we?" His voice was pure evil. Harry growled loudly, he had to get out of his restraints, he had to get to Allie and get her home.

Harry felt the Grim Reapers staff lower and release him. He dropped to the ground, not really prepared to be let go. He crawled to were Allie was laying. "Allie?" He questioned but got no response. She was losing so much blood, his hands were now stained with it.

"Now, Harry no games. Pick up your wand, I want to duel you properly." Harry turned to the snake like man, he picked up his wand and walked to the center of the circle of Death Eaters. He was ready to battle for his life and Allie's.

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Harry heard cheers as the port key dropped them at the entrance of the maze. He clenched Cedric's body in one arm and Allie in the other. The cheers quickly began to fade away as people realized that something was not right. Harry was in tears. He had no clue if Allie was alive, she was so cold, colder than her normal low body temperature. And her heart was barely beating. Harry checked her pulse but he couldn't tell if the faint rhythm was from her body or his own. Dumbledore rushed up to him. He took one look at a blood soaked Harry and Allie, then to the cold, staring face of the Hufflepuff. He was clearly dead to anyone looking at him. Screams began to filled the air and drowned out the remaining cheers from those who were too far away to see what was going on.

"Harry, what happened?" Dumbledore grabbed his shoulders and pulled him from on top of Cedric and Allie.

"He's back! Voldemort's back!" was all he could say before tears over came him. Allie might be dead, Cedric was dead. He couldn't take it. McGonigal rushed forward and checked Allie.

"She's alive, but just barely. She's lost a lot of blood, Albus." Dumbledore nodded. He pointed to Ron and motioned for him to come down. Ron rushed down and flushed a pasty pale white at the sight of his friends.

"Carry Miss. Cullen to the hospital wing. Fast. And Mr. Weasley when I say fast I mean as fast as you can go without causing further injury. Her life could be in your hands now." Ron nodded quickly and scooped Allie up. He was gone before Harry could call after him. The next thing Harry knew he was being dragged away by a very calm Professor Moody. Moody told him it was not a place he wanted to be and Harry knew it was right.

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Harry told her everything. Well almost everything. He couldn't bare to tell her about Cedric's death. He would eventually but not now. She had just woken up and was still really weak looking. News like that might have tremendous effects. Allie marveled at all the information she was taking in. "To think this whole time it was Moody who was behind everything. Well technically Barty Crouch Jr. but still. My goodness," She leaned her head back against the head board and closed her eyes.

"Harry, can you do me a favor?" She asked quietly.

"Anything, love," he was quiet also.

"Would you ask Cedric to come by? I want to thank him for saving my life."

Harry frowned. He expected her to bring him up but not now, not when she was only starting to recover. Harry pursed his lips. "Of, course." He said gently.

Allie's eyes shot open. She sat up and looked at Harry. "You're lying." She whispered it with a shocked look smeared across her face. Harry shook his head.

"No, I'm not." He tried to cover it up.

"Yes, you are." She said quietly, her gaze turned worried in an instant. "Why?"

Harry looked down at her hand that he held in his own. He couldn't look at her. It hurt him to know that she would soon be hurting again. He stroked the back of her hand gently.

"Harry, what is it?" She questioned him. She slid her hand away from his and placed it in her lap. Harry shook his head, not able to form words. Allie let out a sharp, painful gasp.
"Cedric?" she said, Harry could barely hear her speak the word she was so quiet. "Where is he?" Harry continued to shake his head. His glance was still cast downwards at the bed. "Damn it, Harry! Say it!" She hit him hard on the shoulder and whimpered in pain. The dark haired boy looked up and saw tears flooding her now blood red eyes. The tears broke out of her eyes and cascaded freely down her beautiful face. She didn't need him to answer, she already what it would be. Allie just wanted to hear it out loud for herself.

"He didn't make it." Harry said gently. " The curse hit him, there was nothing I could do."

Allie bit her lip. Not able or wanting to say anything. She turned away from Harry and curled up in a ball. Harry heard the sobs begin to escape from her chest. His own heart brook with hers. He crawled onto the bed, picked Allie up and put her in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. Harry just let her cry, she needed to cry, she wanted to cry. Cedric was a huge part of Allie's life and now he was gone. The small blond cried for what felt like hours until she fell asleep in his arms. Harry thought it best that he go but couldn't bare to wake her. He gently laid her next to him on the bed, she did not stir. Harry leaned his head against the head board and closed his eyes. He would only rest his eyes for a few minutes, he was so exhausted he didn't think he would make it to Gryffindor Tower in his state...

"Nice try." Harry's eyes snapped open. Jacob Black was standing in front of the bed with his arms crossed. He glared at Harry with his deep brown knowing eyes. Harry had only met Jake once but the werewolf was intimidating. More intimidating that Lupin because Jake had an aura that screamed 'werewolf, mess with me I'll kick your arse'. Jacob shoved his thumb over his shoulder. "Go get some sleep. I'll take over the watch from here." He took a seat in the chair were Harry had been earlier and folded his hands behind his head like he was ready to settle in for the night.

Harry reluctantly got up. But instead of leaving he pulled up a chair from the next stall over and placed in opposite to Jakes. "I'm not going anywhere." Harry explained. Jake gave him a stern, overprotective dad nod and turned to study Allie.

"You know, ever since she could walk she was a trouble but never this much of one."

Harry let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I figured." Allie looked so peaceful in sleep, like nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. Harry wished she would still look that way when she woke up.

Jacob let out a sigh and turned to face Harry. He leaned in close to him like he was about to have a serious man-to-man talk. "Before the death of her family I made a promise to her mother and father that I would take care of Allie, no matter what. If anything happened to them I was supposed to take her and run, to not look back." He sent another glance toward Allie's sleeping form. "I was the only thing she had left in the world when they died. After that horrible day I vowed to keep that promise I made to them, no matter what it took. But that day as I looked into her little blue eyes I made a promise to her, too. I promised her that I would find the... thing that killed her family and left her with that scar. If you have any idea where he is I want to know. Cuz I swear I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch." Harry saw his features become more and more wolf-like with every word he said. Jake meant his words. Every single one of them. He was out for revenge on Voldemort and Harry was sure that nothing was going to stop him from trying.

Harry rested his arms on his knees and leaned closer to Jake. "I don't think you can." Harry leaned back in his chair. "I think it's up to us." Jake's eyes widened as Harry's words registered in his mind.

"Not that we would not appreciate your help Mr. Black. You would be more that welcome to." Dumbledore's voice flooded through the divider sheet. He peeked around the corner and entered into the little make shift room. His clear blue eyes did not hold their usual twinkle, not after the events of night before.

"What do you mean Mr. Dumbledore?" Jake asked.

"Please call me Albus. And we'll discuss it at a better time. I assure you will be able to lend your... experience, if you will, to help in the cause. But right now we should focus on getting Allie through this terrible ordeal." Jake nodded in response.

"But we will talk?"

"Of course, Mr. Black."

Jake flashed a very characteristic grin. "Please call me Jacob. I feel old when people call me 'Mr. Black."

"No one has ever called you Mr. Black in your entire life." Allie whispered from the bed. She laid on her side with her arms wrapped around a pillow. Her eyes were open but just barely. Jake and Harry both shot up out of their chairs and were at her side in seconds. Jake gave Harry a look to back off and he did so. He had been monopolizes Allie all day, it was Jake's turn now. He went over to his chair and sat back down. He placed a comforting hand on Allie's ankle.

"Hey squirt. How ya feeling?" Jake asked. Harry was surprised how quickly Jacob could turn his tone from malicious to gentle. Allie just shrugged. She wore a blank expression on her porcelain like features. Jake frowned and pulled a stray hair from her face.

"I'm gonna take you home, kay bud?" Allie shook her head, no emotion showed through the hardness of her face.

"I don't want to go home. Term isn't over yet." she said blankly.

Dumbledore cut in. "You are welcome to stay if you wish, Allie. Jacob just assumed that you would want to return home with him after everything that has happened."

Allie sat up and winced, Jake grabbed her arm to steady her. She waved his hand off. She welcomed the physical pain at the moment, it numbed out the emotion kind. "That's why I want to stay. I need to be here, especially now that Voldemort is back." Allie turned to Jake. "Do you mind?" Her voice was as emotionless as her face. Jake shook his head 'no'.

Jake embraced her in a tender hug, not wanting to cause further pain to her ribs or head. He let go and held her at arms length. "If you ever want to come home though, just owl." Allie nodded numbly. She looked to Dumbledore once more. "Am I allowed to get up? " He looked around him.

"Madame Pomfrey is not here at the moment so if you would like to I suggest you do it now." He gave her a small sympathetic smile. Allie worked her face into something that could be mistaken for a grin if someone wasn't paying attention, she knew hew attempt didn't fool Dumbledore. She got to her feet and stumbled. Jake caught her in his large arms and steadied her.

"Maybe you should-"

"I'm fine, just got up too quickly is all," she cut off while shaking the dizziness from her head. Jake nodded but kept his arms out, ready to catch her if she fell again. Allie took a few steps and ended up by the entrance to her little room. She turned back and placed her gaze on Harry. He gave her a sad, watery smile, one corner of her mouth turned up in a feeble attempt to hide her sorrow. Harry blinked at the next thing he knew she was gone. Just like the day everyone found out she was a vampire Allie was on the run from the things she could not control in the world.

jakes back! i love writing about jacob. i have fun with it. this chapter was pretty sad =/ for that i am sorry. but please tell me what you think. i have had over 5000 reads and only like 35 reviews. it starting to make me feel bad ; ] jk but i would like some feedback so drop it in that tiny little box thingy! thanks for reading!