A/N: So I'm gonna switch things up and put this first, and I'm sorry it's so long.

I want to thank everybody who has read, reviewed (30 reviews!), favorited (22 favorites!), and alerted (20 alerts!) this story. It meant so much (still does, actually), and I can't believe so many of you stuck with me. Thanks so much!

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Elizabeth: Alrighty, so thanks soooo much for your review! I must admit it made me laugh! Hope this chapter made up for the missing chapter 34, and that you liked it! The next book will be up shortly, after I receive enough reviews, so I hope you'll look for that. I'm so happy you loved it, though! I'm sorry you're confused over everything…but let me explain. Yes, most things seem the same, but it's not necessarily the same. See, they're reincarnated into later versions of their family, so they have a second shot at what their lives should have been, in my opinion. And in most of the pureblood wizarding families, they reuse names more often than not, so not all of the familiar names are the reincarnated ones, they're just named the same, making this the perfect time for the ones who were reincarnated to come back. But that's all I'm gonna say, because I'll explain it in full later on. Glad you like Loony! I couldn't not have her, after all! It just wouldn't be the same! Thanks for your wonderful review!

Eclipse Sundown: Yup, I saw. Thanks!

And, yes, well, if you're interested, book two will be coming up right after this as soon as I get at leastfive reviews over this chapter. That is my deal. If you really loved this story, prove it to me, and you shall be rewarded with book two, which will simply be called Renegade; The Ankh-shifter, Book Two. The title is for the song "Renegade" by Chris Daughtry (music will have a huge impact on the next book) because it sorta explains of lot of the emotion and whatnot that will be going on in the next book.

Also, don't forget to read the prequel to this series, The Healing Touch, because that book will have a MAJOR impact on the second book. That being said, it's not done, therefore I will have to take it slow with updates on book two until I get that one finished. So, lend me a hand and give me some support on The Healing Touch, that way we can get in full swing with book two!

So, with all that being said, review please! And remember, at least five reviews, and the next is coming up soon!

I hope you enjoyed the first installment and wish you will stay tuned for the next. Remember! FIVE REVIEWS!

Until then, good-bye my friends!

~Witchy Nike~

Chapter Thirty-four

What a Way to Kick Off the Summer

"I'm so glad you decided to stay with us, Nike dear," Mrs. Potter was saying as she and Mr. Potter led me inside, leaving James and Sirius to get the luggage.

"Thanks for offering you guys," I said, earning a hug from Mrs. Potter. Mr. Potter put an arm around my shoulders and said,

"Anytime. As far as we're concerned, you belong here."

"What a nice change," I said, grinning.

"So how was your first year at Hogwarts?" Mrs. Potter asked.

"It was…definitely interesting," I said at last.

"Just interesting?" James asked, coming up beside me, two suitcases in each hand. "Come on, admit it."

"Admit what?" I questioned.

"You can't think of any other words to describe how blessed you were to be around us Marauders for an entire year?"

"Nope."

"Really?"

"Really," I assured him. "Wait!" I tapped my finger against my temple. "I do have two more words, come to think of it."

"Really?" James' eyes lit up. "I knew you'd see the truth soon enough!"

"Pure torture."

"Exactly! See? We make everybody's lives pure tort—" James abruptly quit talking. "Oh ha-ha-ha! Love you too, Nik. I should've known there was no way anyone, even someone as remarkable as you, could describe their experience with the Marauders in just two words."

"Should'a, would'a, could'a," I said airily, waving a hand dismissively at him.

"Oh! James," his mum said, suddenly thinking of something.

"Yes mum?"

"Felicity said she would be coming to visit in a couple of weeks."

"Aunt Fel?" Sirius asked, appearing in the doorway.

"She said it had been too long since she'd seen her boys."

"Do you think Remus would be able to come at least for a day or two?" James asked.

"I'm sure we can arrange it. Felicity would be disappointed if we hadn't," Mr. Potter said.

"Can I change my name to Clueless?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Nike," Mrs. Potter said. "I'd forgotten you haven't been around for three years."

"And we can't believe our good fortune over that," Sirius said, smirking.

"Oh shut-up," I said, shoving him over the back of the couch. There was a loud BANG! as he hit the floor.

"Ah, he's alright," James said as his mum peered over the couch. "That happens all the time in the common room."

"She's a violent murderess! I can see why the Ministry is after her!" Sirius wailed. "Hhhhhheeeeeellllllpppppp mmmmmeeeeee! I'm her first victim!"

"And that, too, is normal. The first time he started screaming about a killer loose in the common room he had everyone scared sick and running for their lives in mass confusion, trampling one another to be the first to get out the portrait hole," James explained to his parents, who both looked equally amused.

"Nice to know that Gryffindor is still exciting," Mr. Potter said. "It wouldn't be the same if it were dull. I can't remember once in the past two hundred years that there hasn't been at least one student that made life interesting."

"Please no history lessons dad," James groaned. "It's summer and I really don't want to learn anymore until September comes around."

"Anyways," Mrs. Potter cut in. "Felicity is my best friend. We've known each other since we were three. We went to Hogwarts together, too. She was in Hufflepuff and I in Gryffindor. Her parents died in our fifth year because they didn't join the Death Eaters in seeking a way to bring back Voldemort. So she came to live with me. When James was born, we made her his godmother."

"Oh. Then why do they call her—"

"Aunt? 'Cause she's like mum's sister. They look alike too," Sirius said, getting up from the floor.

"What're your plans for this summer?" Mrs. Potter asked.

All three of us looked at each other then shrugged.

"We don't really have very many plans. We'll play it by ear," James said.

"Gonna relax?" his dad asked.

"Nope," Sirius said, grinning. "Not in the least."

"That's what we figured," he said.

"But be sure to share Nike with us and give her time to herself," Mrs. Potter warned them. "Or you, too, might not live to see another school-year."

"We could live with that," the two said in unison.

"Or the next Quidditch season," she taunted.

"Nooooo!" James yelled, blanching.

"Anything but that!" Sirius screamed. He fell to the floor, clutching his chest like he'd been wounded. "Oh the horror!" he croaked out in a raspy voice. He then closed his eyes, fell on his face, and pretended to be dead, tongue hanging out and all.

"Thank Merlin that old nuisance is gone," I said.

"Alright. Dinner will be in about an hour," Mrs. Potter said, rolling her eyes and heading into the kitchen. "Go and get settled."

I grabbed my two suitcases from where James had set them down and went upstairs. I was confused only for a moment on how to get to my room, but then I remembered it could be directed by thoughts. No sooner had I thought of the door did it appear.

I stepped inside and was pleased all over again with it. It was very roomy and had an antique yet modern feel. The colors and furniture were the same as last time, but when I opened the closet door I found the clothes that Mrs. Potter had bought me hung up and folded neatly in the dresser. Also on the desk there was ink and a quill, and in the desk cabinets were extra ink and quills and tons of parchment. The bookshelf next to the desk had also been filled with books that weren't there last time.

I set my suitcases down on my bed and opened them up so I could put everything away. I grabbed a stack of shirts and headed for the closet when everything suddenly went dark.

Oh shit, I thought. Not this again!

The girl appeared again and stared me down with her cold, heartless eyes. She opened her mouth and spoke in the same terrible hissing sound as last time. And I had no choice but to hear her words.

I will find you…

Her features started to twist until she became the frightening snake that I had set on fire. It looked at me with hate-filled eyes and hissed,

Three months and thirty days…

It swung its massive tail and hit me in the chest, flinging me back into the wall. I looked at it one last time before everything went dark; the last thing I heard was,

You will die.

To Be Continued…