new story up! still the twilight- Harry Potter crossover based on Allie Cullen. its the sequel to 'What You Don't Know' . i decided to write it in first person so we could get a better view into who Allie and Harry really are. thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story this far. you are the freaking bomb! =] so i dont anything, but as always you knew that. i hope you enjoy this chapter. i really like it!

I woke up with a killer neck ache and a remote in my face. I sat up and stretched my hands far above my head, as high as they would go, trying to work out the kinks in my body. Sitting up, I took in my surroundings. The small, almost shack-like, house was completely quite except for the occasional bird chirp coming from the window ledge. Billy must have been sleeping still and Jake was probably out running with the pack. The clock on the end table read 5:45 am. Not yet dawn. I decided to get up out of the oh-so-comfortable couch that I now called my bed and make breakfast for the gang. If the guys got here before food was on the table I would be the one who would have to deal with their complaints as I cooked, it was too early in the morning for that.

I settled on pancakes and eggs. It was simple enough for me (who has no cooking ability what so ever) to make. The house smelt like wet dog, I would like to say that I got used to it over the years but there are only so many bad smelling wolves I can take before the smell starts to make me want to puke. I decided that I would eat a bowl of cereal before they got here. That way I could eat without gagging. I looked around the kitchen, still not sure where stuff was. Jake had only moved back from Chicago a year or so ago and when we stayed here during the summer I was always to young to cook, heck Jake didn't even let me go in the drawer where the knives were stored.

I finally found the cabinet that held the pans and skillets and stuff. Of course, the one I wanted was just out of reach for me. Everything always was, that was just the way it went. I got up on tip toes like a ballerina and grabbed at the pan. I could reach the handle of the pan I wanted to use. I yanked it out. It fell to the floor along with the three other pans and weird kitchen stuff that was stored in there. The quiet house filled with loud crashes and skids. I covered my ears, hoping to escape the loud noises that made my ear drums hurt.

The sounds stopped abruptly only to be replaced by more silence. I uncovered my ears, listening to see if I woke Billy up. I heard no sounds coming from his room so I thought I was safe. I picked up all the pans and placed them on the counter. Jake could put them back up on the shelf when he returned from his rounds.

I went to work on preparing the food. I had been home from Hogwarts for five days now and already fell into a sort of routine. Every morning I cooked for the werewolf pack, after that I went down to the beach and read, I could freely sit outside without a hood up on the La Push rez, it was never sunny in Forks so there was no fear of anyone noticing that my skin sparkled faintly. I'd stay at the beach for a couple hours before returning to Billy's to start on dinner. Feeding the wolves was usually Emily's job but I told her I would do it since I was here, she could use a break. I had nothing better to do anyway. It wasn't like my friends were here with me. All I had were the boys and gosh dang it I would take good care of them.

I finished making the pancakes and eggs and placed them on the table along with forks and plates. I didn't bother putting napkins out. The guys were dogs, they wouldn't use them even if I insisted on it. I barely had time to breathe before I heard howls coming from outside the door. I rolled my eyes at them. They were in their human forms but they were still wolves none the less.

The door swung open and hit hard against the wall. I heard Billy's breathing change. The boys had woken the poor old man up, he really should get more sleep than they allow him to. They all raced into the kitchen. Embry and Quil got stuck in the door frame together, neither one of them would let the other go in before them. They looked like two of the three Stooges

They finally moved when Jake pushed passed them into the small, overcrowded kitchen. Ah, the third of the Stooges (I guessed Jake was Moe) had arrived. He hadn't changed a bit since I was a baby. His face still held it's youthful innocence and he still acted like a kid. He was pushing thirty now but he would always be a kid at heart. Jared and Paul came next. "Hey blood-sucker," Paul teased as he waved at me. I scoffed and stuck my tongue out at him.

"You're so hilarious, Paul" I told him sarcastically. "Too bad I can beat you in a race any day," I laughed at my own joke. He hated the fact that I was faster than him and my bringing it up didn't make him any less angry. Jake smacked Paul upside the head for calling me that and mumbled something under his breath. He was always so protective of me. He winked in my direction before grabbing a plate and digging into the food. I jumped up on the counter and watched my guys as they ate. Seth came in a few minutes later and joined them.

Seth was always my favorite of the pack. He was such a sweet kid when I was a baby and he never once resented me for being a vampire. I think that was my favorite part of him. He gave me a thumbs up, silently telling me he was proud that I managed to not burn anything this morning. I returned the gesture. The werewolves were done within ten minutes. Their eating habits fascinated me. I made enough food to feed a small country in Africa and still they piled it in between the six of them. I assumed it was because of all the extra running they had been doing lately. Newborn vampires had been running amuck in Seattle and slowly trickling down toward the reservation, they had barely gotten any sleep in the last week. The growing threat that Voldemort posed also had the pack on high alert, so that wasn't helping. They knew what Voldemort could do and they weren't about to let anything happen again.

Since I was a major target, the pack expected Voldemort would come back here to off me. Jake thought it was a bad idea for us to stay at La Push but I told him it was fine and he was a moron for trying to make me move again. I wasn't running from someone who called himself 'Lord Voldemort'. We were safer here with the pack than we ever would have been in Chicago, everything worked better with us staying in Forks. Plus it made Jake happy to be close to his friends and his dad.

"So short stack, whatcha doin' today?" Jake asked me from where he was sitting at the table.

"Just going to the beach, as usual," I told him with a shrug. Jake looked at me with sad eyes. From across the table came the raising voices of Quil and Paul, what they were fighting about I didn't really care. It was always something stupid. Jake got up from the table and plopped down next to me on the counter. He placed a large warm arm around my shoulders.

"I hate that you are alone so much. I could take off for the day and we could do something, just me and you," he told me. I just shook my head. Jacob let out a sign. "Allie, you've been here for almost a week and all you do is walk around like your half dead or something,".

I looked at him with knowing a gaze and let out a smirk. He narrowed his eyes at me crossly. "That's not what I meant and you know it," I knew he wasn't referring to the fact that I was a half vampire (technically I was half undead) but it was better to think about that than the real reason for his pushiness for me to make some friends. I looked down at my hands and traced the lightening bolt shaped scar on my wrist.

"Don't, ok? I said I was fine and I am fine," I told him quietly. I didn't want to talk about Cedric, not now. I had been functional now for three weeks and I wanted it to stay that way. I wasn't retreating inside myself again. Nope, wasn't happening. Jake squeezed my shoulder and gave me a half smile.

"Ok. Then why don't you go over to Emily and Sam's? You could help her with the kids." He offered. Once again I shook my head.

"I can't be a burden to Emily anymore Jake, I'm fine by myself. Really. I don't mind at all." He looked at me with unconvinced eyes. I pinched his cheek playfully. "Don't worry, Grumpy. Now you be a good werewolf and go on patrol. I'll see you at dinner." He swatted my hand away from his large face and chuckle.

The others got up out of their seats and headed for the doorway. Each of them waved goodbye to me (Paul also plugged his nose to show he thought I smelled bad, I just made a face at him), I cleaned up the kitchen, laid out the paper and a mug of coffee for Billy, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door. It wasn't terribly bright outside but I still needed to wear my sunglasses.

I looked around to make sure the pack was truly gone before making a huge U-turn and heading away from the street and to the back of the house. I went into the rusty garage where Jake liked to fix up cars and flicked on the light. The placed smelled like motor oil and metal, the aroma burnt my nostrils as I breathed. I looked around until I found the tarp that covered what I was looking for. It was really dusty from not being moved in years, I threw it off and tossed it to the floor. My mother's motorcycle sat there, waiting for me to take it for a spin. Jake didn't like me to drive it but I didn't care too much, I'd been in way worse danger that riding a motorcycle.

I wheeled the bike out of the garage and around the the front of the house. I listened closely to the noises coming from inside the house and heard Billy wheeling around in the kitchen. I'd have to wheel the bike down the road since he had gotten out of bed. I hoped he had fell back asleep after the pack left, but today wasn't going my way. I walked a quarter mile before feeling it was a safe enough distance to start the motorcycle. I jumped on and kicked on the starter. The bike roared to life. I smiled to myself, I loved that sound. I flew down the road at lightening speed. Ok, so it wasn't lightening speed, it was more around fifty miles an hour, but still it felt empowering.

I made it to the beach in about ten minutes, I parked the bike in the parking lot where some surfers from town were sitting and putting their boards away. The swells were supposed to be huge that morning and I guess the weather man finally got something right. I got off the bike and grabbed my bag from around the handlebars. I went down the little path that led from the lot to the beach and ran into some of those stupid surfers. They thought they were so cool because they could stand up on a board. Woo Hoo. If they had any idea what was happening right under their noses they would just shut up.

"Hey baby." One called to me. I rolled my eyes at him. I walked by and a whistle escaped from another's lips. American boys were so overrated. They were nothing compared to Harry. Harry. Gosh, I missed him. It had only been a week since I'd seen him last but it felt like an eternity ago. I smiled to myself. The boy was simply amazing, enough said. I couldn't wait to see him or my other friends. Jeez, I missed having Hermione to talk girl talk with and Red, (Ron hates it when I call him that, but he allowed it because it was better than 'that ginger') he was just a good, fun guy to hang out with. He could always make me smile. What I wouldn't give to be able to see them right now.

I arrived at the beach and found a spot to lay my blanket down. It was close enough to the water that I could feel the light salty breezy but also far enough away that I could still smell the trees in the forest. I noticed that the beach was completely deserted, the only ones who were here before me were those surfers I passed on the path on my way down. I looked to the water and saw that the water was completely wave-free. Good, the peace and quiet was soothing to me, I didn't need those stupid guys from Forks to be bothering me. I settled down on the blanket and basked in the sunlight for a bit. The sunlight felt good against my face. Between the clouds in Forks and the clouds in England I didn't get it see the sun much, I had turned whiter than usual. My skin was almost paper white now.

I switched my position so I was laying on my stomach on the blanket. I pulled my book from my favorite Andy Warhol bag and began to read. My peace didn't last long. A few minutes later I heard a twig crack in the forest. I stopped reading mid-sentence and listened. It could quite possibly just be an animal but in these times one couldn't be too sure. No more noises came from the tree line, I exhaled deeply and returned to my book as the burst of adrenaline left my body. I loved this book, I had probably read it ten times. Oliver Twist was it's name. I liked the adventures that the orphan (like myself) went on. He was a very interesting- another twig snapped in the dark wood. I stood up now, ready to face what was coming. More twigs snapped and branches swung. Whatever was out there, it was headed for me. Great, just freakin' great.

I was just about to make a run for it when I saw the figure emerge from the tree line. A breeze kicked up and I took in a deep breath. It was a werewolf, but not one of mine. He was new to the area, but still familiar to me. That was probably why I didn't recognize the thin, tired-looking man in a Mr. Rogers sweater right away. I blinked quickly, trying to decide if he was real or just the result of me going insane. Sure enough, the man was there when my eyes opened. I scrunched my forehead in confusion.

"Lupin?" I questioned him. The older man simply nodded, not even greeting me with a smile. He took a few weary steps toward me. I went through a calender in my head, last night happened to be a full moon. That had to be the reason for his untidy appearance. If I was completely honest he looked like total crap. I hadn't seen this man since that day at school when I attacked Harry, it looked like he had aged years since then. What could he possibly be doing here?

Lupin took a few more steps closer to me. He walked with sure, slow steps. My old DADA professor stopped about a foot away from me. The corner of his lips slid up in something that resembled a smile. His dull gray eyes searched mine like he was looking for something specific. I raised my eyebrows at him out of confusion.

"Hello, Allie," he said in a deep, calm voice. "We need to talk."

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