DISCLAIMER: Only a selected few characters belong to me. All other rights belong to Stephenie Meyer and J.K Rowling.

Dialogue used from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and the Twilight Saga, including Midnight Sun and The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner, belong to their rightful owners, but some have been altered to fit the plot of this story.


A/N: This is a re-upload. A little over a month ago, I had a story by the same name and the same plot up. But it was removed on Tuesday, October 17, 2017. I had received a critical review and it made me realize how unhappy I was with the beginning of the story. So I figured I would rewrite it. I did not take down the story due to that review, but I took it down so I could make myself happy. Below, in italics, there is a full summary of this story. Please note, some things are not the same as they were in the original story, such as the first chapter goes a lot further than just the scene in the Great Hall, it shows more of Alice's role during the intermission and second half of the battle of Hogwarts. Without further ado, here is the rewritten, Leaving it all Behind.


Summary: In her past life, Alice Cullen was known as Mary Alice Black. Her parents were Sirius and Johanna Black, and she was a witch. When her father was sent to prison when she was five, she was raised by her godfather, Remus Lupin, who she later fell in love with. When her father died, Remus left her leaving her heartbroken, and she put all her energy in her undercover work for the Order of the Phoenix. What happened after the war that led Alice to Jasper Whitlock, and how would all of this affect her life with Carlisle Cullen and his family?


"No one you love is ever truly lost." ~Ernest Hemingway


Chapter 1- The Great Hall Alice's POV

I began moving towards the Forbidden Forest where Voldemort waited for the return of all the Death Eaters. As I grew closer, I could feel myself begin to panic.

"It's okay," I told myself. "You've done nothing wrong. Just ask."

I slowly approached Voldemort. His back was turned to me.

"Sir?" I asked, giving as much strength to my voice as I could.

"Ah, Mary Alice. You're the first one back. Have you seen any of the others?"

He turned and looked down to me.

"No, sir. I was wondering if I could go to where Potter's side is holding the dead."

His slitted eyes narrowed as he looked down at me.

"Why would you want to do that? Has your loyalty wavered, Mary?"

I shook my head.

"No, Sir. But I would like to see if I've lost any of my family. Just because we are on different sides, does not mean I can not love them."

He thought about it for a moment.

"You have until the hour is up. When Harry Potter comes, you will be here."

I nodded.

"Thank you, my Lord."

He nodded before he turned away from me.

I turned to go back to the castle when he spoke up again.

"Oh, and Mary," he said.

"Yes, My Lord?"

"If you don't come back, I will come and get you myself, and it will be most unpleasant for not only you, but your family too. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Go. Your time will be out soon. Remember. You have until the hour is up."

I ran from the forest, and I met was almost immediately met by the patronus of Minerva McGonagall.

"The dead and injured are being moved to the Great Hall."

The patronus moved on from me quickly, and I ran in the direction of the castle.

"It's going to be okay," I repeated to myself. "They're all okay."

I thought of my best friends, Fred and George Weasley. I thought of their brothers and their sister. I also thought of their parents, Molly and Arthur Weasley, who always treated me as their own child. I even thought of Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks, both of which I had a rocky relationship with. Despite my anger towards them both, Tonks was still my cousin and Remus, her husband, was still my godfather. Things hadn't been the same between Remus and I though. Not since we had started dating when I turned seventeen, and definitely not after our break up nearly two years ago.

I made it to the front doors of the castle, where I ran into Ginny Weasley, Fred and George's sister, and a girl who didn't look to be much younger than Ginny.

"Alice!" Ginny said, surprised. "You're here."

"I don't have much time yet. He said I have until Harry is due to be in the forest. I have to leave soon. I came to see if everyone was okay."

Ginny's face fell.

"Alice―"

"Who?" I asked urgently.

"I think you should see for yourself."

I looked at her, wide-eyed with horror, as I ran through the castle doors. I quickly ran through the entrance corridor to the Great Hall.

Everyone seemed to be crowded here. As I passed, I seemed to catch every persons' eyes, although they didn't look at me with hatred. They knew where my true loyalties were. They knew I was loyal to the Order. To Harry.

Somewhere in the back, I saw the bright red hair of the Weasley family. All except for Ginny, who was outside with the girl. I counted each Weasley three times as I walked through the small aisle between the bodies to them. Each time, I came up three people shorter than I should have.

"Alice," Percy breathed pulling me into a hug.

George, who was on the ground, surrounded by everyone else, looked up at me, before standing and pulling me into a bone-crushing hug."

"Alice!" he said, through a breaking voice. "You're here."

Everyone stepped away from the body that was at their feet. Staring back up at me, with the face of one of my best friends. Fred was gone. Much like my father, his last smile etched onto his face. But his eyes, they focused on nothing.

I didn't have time to think before I started sobbing into George's chest.

"We're so sorry, George and Alice," Molly sobbed, pulling us into a hug.

"I couldn't see," I sobbed. "So many decisions were being made I couldn't keep up. I couldn't save him. I'm so sorry, Molly."

"It's not your fault, dear," she said, resting her cheek on the top of my head.

George led me to Fred's body. I dropped to my knees and hovered over his head.

"I'm sorry, Freddie. I'm so, so, so, sorry."

As I turned my head, I saw the familiar shade of light brown hair, with the grey specks, and I felt my already broken heart shatter into a million pieces.

George followed my eyes, and brought my face to his with his hands. He rested his forehead against mine, and he closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Alice. It's okay, if you have to go see him. I'll be okay."

He dropped his hands from my face, and I scrambled to my feet.

I dropped at Remus's head. He looked like he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful. I had decided he was sleeping.

"Come on, Re," I said quietly, shaking him. "Wake up. It's okay. You're okay."

Remus didn't answer.

"Re, come on, you have to wake up! This isn't funny anymore! Please," I begged, as the tears came down quicker than I could keep up with. "Come back. I'm not angry anymore."

"Ali, he's gone," George whispered quietly as he dropped to my side.

"He's not dead," I growled. I shook Remus again. "Remus, please, please, wake up. Teddy needs you," I paused for a moment. "I need you. I know you don't love me, but I still need you. If not for me, come back for Teddy."

George pulled me into a hug. I buried my head into his shoulder and cried.

I wasn't sure how much time had I looked at the watch still on Fred's wrist, and saw the time. I didn't have a lot of time left.

"I have to go soon," I said quietly. "He'll come for me if I don't."

"I'll let you say goodbye."

I nodded, and he pulled away from me, returning to Fred and his family, now joined by Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Please," I tried, one last time, resting my head on his chest. "Come back to me, please, Re. I don't hate you. I swear. I still love you."

I still didn't get an answer. I looked up as Harry began backing away from the Weasleys. His eyes met mine, and I knew my time was almost up.

I turned back to Remus, and hovered over his head once more.

"I'll see you soon, Re." I pressed my lips to his forehead. It was as cold as ice. "I love you so much."

I had made the decision to take my life before seeing Remus. Even before seeing Fred for that matter. I had decided only a few weeks before that I couldn't live with the things that I've done while being undercover for Voldemort. These two deaths solidified my decision.

In this second, I promised myself that I would live long enough to see Harry bring Voldemort down, then I'd join my lost friend and the only man I've ever loved.

I pushed myself to my feet, and I returned to George's side.

"You have to go, don't you?" he asked, pulling me into a hug.

I nodded against his cheek.
"Find me when all this is over," he said. He kissed my forehead, before pressing his against mine aagain.

"I will," I said, pulling away. "I swear."

Molly and Arthur pulled me into a hug.

"Be safe, Alice," Arthur said.

"I always am."

Ron and Hermione hugged me, and then Percy, then Charlie, then Bill, then Fleur. I returned to Fred's side, and much like I did to Remus, I kissed his cold forehead.

"I'll see you soon, Freddie," I whispered in his ear.

I numbly made my way back to the Forbidden Forest. People patted my shoulder along the way.

Before I knew it, I was standing with Voldemort again. Hagrid stared back at me. I looked at him apologetically. He offered me a small smile in return.

"Mary, you're back right on time," he said.

"Of course, my Lord."

"How is your family?" he asked.

"I've lost Fred Weasley and Remus Lupin."

"The wolf is dead?" Bellatrix cackled from behind Voldemort.

"That would be my doing," Antonian Dolohov, a fellow Death Eater said. There was a wide smile on his face.

"Serves him right," Bellatrix said, smugly.

I didn't reach for my wand. Instead, I thought of the Cruciatus Curse in my head. I could feel the energy surging, and when there was a decent weighted ball of energy in my hands, I threw my hands forward, and the ball hit Bellatrix in the chest. Her screams echoed in the forest, and the other Death Eaters flinched away from me.

"Mary Alice, that's enough," Voldemort snapped.

I began pulling the ball back to me, and then hugged it to my chest, where it slowly began to fade away.

"Surely, you can't still care for him," Bellatrix breathed. "He threw you away! Then he married your cousin."

She began cackling, and Voldemort turned on her.

"Bellatrix, I have heard more than enough from you. Just because you don't have a heart, doesn't mean Mary Alice doesn't. That's what makes her my most prized follower. She's a special little one, she is."

"My apologies, my Lord."

"My Lord, where is Severus?" I asked suddenly, looking around. Severus Snape, my old Potions professor when I was in Hogwarts, had quickly become a close friend of mine in the time we were working undercover together.

"I had some business of my own to attend to while you were visiting your family. You see, Dumbledore possessed the Elder Wand, and Severus killed him. The wand was loyal to Severus. Of course, Severus was loyal to Dumbledore, so it was all a scheme anyways. I had to ensure I could bring Harry Potter down. So I had to kill Severus to make sure the wand was loyal to me. "

"Sev is dead," I gasped, the tears slowly forming again. "Sev, Fred, and Remus."

We waited, but Harry didn't come. I was secretly grateful. But at the same time, I knew what Harry didn't. That a piece of Voldemort lived inside of him. Voldemort had to kill it, and in order to do that, he had to kill Harry. Only then could Lord Voldemort be brought down.

"Dolohov, Yaxley, go see if you see him coming. His hour is almost up."

"Of course, my Lord," Yaxley said, as he and Dolohov parted from the circle.

Voldemort then turned his eyes on me.

"Mary Alice, will he come?"

Everyone turned to me as I closed my eyes and began focusing on Harry.

Harry was walking through the forest in his invisibility cloak.

After walking with Yaxley and Dolohov, he approached the circle. After waiting a few moments, Harry removed the cloak.

I opened my eyes, and everyone was still watching me.

"He will come. Soon."

Voldemort didn't seem to notice the sound of defeat in my voice.

We waited for a little while more. Dolohov and Yaxley returned, and Harry didn't appear to be with them.

I looked directly between the two, and gave a look of remorse.

"No sign of him, my Lord," said Dolohov.

The expression Voldemort had before. He continued to look into the firelight.

"My Lord—"

Voldemort held up a hand silencing Bellatrix.

Using his other hand, he held the Elder Wand up to me, and I dropped to the ground. It felt like red-hot knives were stabbing me. I held back the screams.

"I thought he would come," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on weren't focused on me. They were instead focused on the fire in front of me. "I expected him to come. You told me he would come."

As I went to respond, the scream that I had held in rang through the forest.

"Alice!" Hagrid yelled as struggling against the tree. "Let 'er go! That's 'er brother!"

"You've betrayed me Mary Alice. You told me Potter was coming. It appears very clearly now that I was...mistaken." said Voldemort. I felt the pain grow worse as his anger grew. I couldn't fight the screams.

"You weren't," Harry's voice said loudly as the invisibility cloak dropped. "Let her go."

The pain stopped, and Voldemort looked up.

"Harry," I whispered. "Go! I can take it! I can take it, just go!"

My voice had returned in time for the last sentence. It wasn't the yell I wanted, but it would have to do. I would figure out another way to bring Voldemort down. Any other way.

"So I was right," he said quietly. "You are not loyal to me."

"I never was," I breathed.

Now that Voldemort knew I wasn't loyal to him, he would surely kill me. It wasn't me that I was worried about though. It was Harry. Dumbledore told me that there was no other way. I couldn't save him, but I couldn't let him die. I had to find another way.

"HARRY, NO!" Hagrid yelled. His struggling grew as I panted trying to make my way to Harry. "NO! NO! HARRY, WHAT'RE YEH—?"

"QUIET!" Rowle yelled, flicking his wand at Hagrid.

As I crawled to Harry, I felt ropes binding me to the ground.

I looked up, and Bellatrix, who had jumped up, standing next to Voldemort now, had her wand pointed at me.

With a burst of red light, I could no longer struggle against the ropes. They were too tight now.

I was at Harry's feet, and he looked down at me.

Hagrid continued to struggle.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort said quietly. "The-Boy-Who-Lived."

Harry kneeled down at my side.

"It's okay, Alice," he said, smoothing my hair back. "Sirius said he and Johanna loves you, and they're so proud of you. Stop fighting, Al. You've kept me safe until you couldn't anymore. I know that you know there is no other way. You're the best sister anyone can ask for. I love you too. Never forget that."

He straightened back up as the tears streamed down my face.

"I love you, Harry," I whispered.

Voldemort raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" he yelled. The jet of green light hit Harry in the chest and his body hit the ground.

At the same time, I screamed and began sobbing, and Voldemort fell to the ground as well. All the Death Eater ran to his side, while I sobbed. The ropes seemed to loosen slightly. Just enough to where I could slightly move.

About five minutes had passed, when Voldemort began to struggle to get up.

"My Lord….my Lord…." Bellatrix said lovingly.

I waited for Harry to get up too. He didn't move. He remained face down in the dirt. My body shook with the now silent sobs, as I turned away from him, facing Hagrid who looked down at me, enormous tears rolling down his face.

"I'm so sorry," I mouthed to Hagrid. I don't think he saw me though. Otherwise, he saw and didn't respond.

"My Lord," Bellatrix repeated.

"That will do," Voldemort said.

Several people began to back away from Voldemort.

"My Lord, let me—"

"I do not require assistance," said Voldemort coldly, and though he could not see it Bellatrix withdrew her hand. "The boy . . . Is he dead?"

The only sounds that could be heard in the clearing was the sounds of my quiet sobs.

"You," said Voldemort, pointing to Narcissa. "Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead."

Narcissa made her way slowly to where Harry laid.

She leaned over him, gently turned his face over, opened an eye, then felt his heart.

After a second she turned back to the Death Eaters, Voldemort, Hagrid, and I.

"He is dead!" she announced.

Hearing the words caused my sobs to grow louder, and as a result, Bellatrix and Voldemort grinned down at me.

The Death Eaters shouted and sent jets of red light into the air. I was still binded, but I was able to move more than before. I began struggling against the tight ropes. I didn't dare use magic, in case it rebounded.

"You see?" screeched Voldemort over the commotion. "Harry Potter is dead by my hand, and no man alive can threaten me now! Watch! Crucio!"

I couldn't bare to watch it as Voldemort's spell hit Harry's body. I turned my head away, focusing on the cheers of the Death Eaters and not the crackling of the spell.

"Stop! Stop! Please," I begged.

Voldemort turned to me, and grinned, and then the ropes fell away.

"Now," said Voldemort turning away from me, as I curled into a ball on the forest floor, "we go to the castle, and show them what has become of their hero. Who shall drag the body? No—Wait—"

As Hagrid fell to the ground, a fresh outbreak of laughter rang through the crowd.

"You carry him," Voldemort said. "He will be nice and visible in your arms, will he not? Pick up your little friend, Hagrid. And the glasses—put on the glasses—he must be recognizable—"

I didn't dare look at Harry.

"What about her?" Bellatrix said. She had at some point walked over to me. Her boot collided with my chest, knocking me onto my back. All the air inside me was knocked out with the kick to the chest.

"She will live. She will rejoin the Death Eaters."

"But her loyalty—"

"Her gifts will prove useful. She can after all, see the future."

Someone grabbed a fist full of my Death Eater robes, and jerked me up.

I realized it was Greyback as one of his sharp nails grazed across my neck. It wasn't hard enough to break skin.

Voldemort moved to me.

"You should have been loyal to me, Mary Alice."

The tears stopped.

"I wouldn't change anything," I whispered.

"Remember this, Mary," Voldemort said, gripping onto my left arm. He jerked it up to show me the Dark Mark that sat on my arm. "You will always belong to me, now."

He turned away from me.

"Move!" he commanded. Hagrid seemed to be forced to follow Voldemort's orders.

Greyback shoved me forward.

"If you're not careful, Pixie," he whispered in my ear, "you will end up with your precious werewolf lover soon."

"He's not my lover," I said numbly. "He doesn't love me. You know that."

We walked through the forest. After some time, we ended up in a clearing. The sun was starting to come up.

"BANE!" Hagrid bellowed as the centaurs watched the procession. ""Happy now, are yeh, that yeh didn' fight, yeh cowardly bunch o' nags? Are yeh happy Harry Potter's—d-dead . . . ?"

Hagrid began to cry again, and I did too.

When we reached the edge of the forest, Voldemort spoke again.

"Stop!" he ordered.

Hagrid came to a stop, and so did the Death Eaters.

Voldemort turned to Greyback, and motioned for the two of us to stand next to Hagrid.

Greyback shoved me forward, but didn't let go of my robes.

Voldemort went through the small space between Greyback and Hagrid.

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone," Voldemort's voice crashed in my ear drums.

"The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anybody who continues to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together."

There was silence. Mine and Hagrid's sobs were quiet. At some point, Voldemort had taken Nagini out of her enchanted cage, and she was now draped around Voldemort's shoulders like a scarf.

"Come," Voldemort said to Hagrid and the Death Eaters.

"Harry," sobbed Hagrid. "Oh, Harry . . . Harry . . . "

We began to approach the castle, and Voldemort came to a halting stop in front of the doors.

"Stop," Voldemort commanded. Hagrid and Greyback came to a stop as well, and the Death Eater formed a long line.

"NO!" McGonagall screamed as she looked from me, to Hagrid, to Harry.

"No!"

"No!"

"Harry! Harry!"

Ron, Hermione and Ginny screamed as they laid eyes on Harry.

"Look at that," Greyback whispered in my ear. "No one calls for you. No one here cares about you."

He shoved me. It knocked me forward, but I didn't fall down. I then felt something ram into my back, that caused my knees to buckle. I felt something cut my jaw, and something else cut the side of my face. Looking down, I saw a mix of glass and wood.

"Alice!" George screamed.

Screams for both Harry and myself began to rang through the crowd.

"Get her back up now!" Voldemort hissed to Greyback, before turning back to the crowd.

Greyback grabbed the back of my robes, and jerked me back up.

"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled. Suddenly the sound went silent, and my eyes focused on the outstretched wand. "It's over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs!"

Hagrid lowered Harry onto the grass. He was very careful to not put him close enough to Voldemort to where he could be touched, yet that didn't stop Voldemort in the slightest.

"You see?" he asked, while he strided next to Harry's body. "Harry Potter is dead!" He pointed a wand at me. "This girl. The daughter of Sirius Black. She is still loyal to Harry Potter, even though he's dead. She will help me show you an example of what happens when you defy me."

I felt the pain of the Cruciatus Curse run through me again. I couldn't hold back the scream as Greyback dropped me.

I saw pain tear through every face that looked down at me. George went to run for me, but was held back by Charlie.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Voldemort repeated, and the pain faded. I laid panting on the ground. "Do you understand now, deluded ones? He was nothing but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!"

"He beat you!" yelled Ron, and the charm broke. Everyone yelled and screamed, until Voldemort caused a second, more powerful bang that echoed through the grounds.

"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds," said Voldemort, and there was relish in his voice for the lie, "killed while trying to save himself—"

Voldemort broke off as Neville Longbottom ran forward.

"And who is this?" he said in his soft snake's hiss. "Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost?"

Bellatrix gave a delighted laugh.

"It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?"

"Ah, yes, I remember."

Neville struggled to get back up to his feet. I felt myself getting jerked up again.

"But you are a Pureblood, aren't you, my brave boy?" Voldemort asked as Neville got to his feet, standing in the middle of the Death Eaters, and the Hogwarts fighters.

"So what if I am?" Neville said. His voice was loud and brave.

"You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom."

"I'll join you when hell freezes over," said Neville. "Dumbledore's Army!"

When Voldemort's second silencing spell didn't hold, the crowd began cheering.

"Very well," Voldemort said in a very dangerous tone. "If that is your choice, Longbottom, we revert to the original plan. On your head," he said quietly, "be it."

Voldemort waved his wand, and I flinched away before the glass in one of the windows of the castle shattered. The Sorting Hat flew right into Voldemort's waiting hand.

"There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School," said Voldemort. "There will be no more Houses. The emblem, shield, and colors of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, will suffice for everyone. Won't they, Neville Longbottom?"

My eyes clouded as Voldemort decided on what he was going to do.

"Don't!" I screamed, struggling against Greyback.

The Sorting Hat landed on Neville's head.

"Quiet," Voldemort said, turning to me. He nodded behind me, and nodded to Greyback, who struck me across the face. "Now as your delightful, Mary Alice has seen, Neville here is now going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me."

He flicked his wand, and I struggled against Greyback. He made sure he held my hands far enough away to where I could neither reach my wand, or use both hands for wandless magic, which made it stronger than using one hand.

The hat that sat on Neville's head bursted into flames.

The people fighting for Hogwarts, and myself went into an uproar. I struggled against Greyback, who laughed. I stomped my foot on his, and kicked his shins, but nothing seemed to work. It seemed only seconds late that from the forest, Grawp, Hagrid's giant half-brother, came stomping from the forest, and I was shoved to the ground just in time to see Harry disappear under the invisibility cloak, which caused an uproar from the Death Eaters.

Before Greyback had the chance to get me again, Harry swung the cloak over me, and pulled me to my feet and into a tight hug. Neville moved behind me, knocking off the flaming hat, and pulled something from the hat.

I had seen this sword before. It was the sword of Godric Gryffindor.

Harry moved me far enough from the Death Eaters before pausing. We both watched Neville.

Neville had taken the sword and had stepped forward. In one, single, quick motion, the sword came crashing down, and sliced off the head of Nagini. Harry quickly casted a shielding charm between Neville and Voldemort.

"Alice, hurry up and get to George!" Harry said, as some of the giants and centaurs came from the forest. I ducked from under the cloak, straight into the crowd of Hogwarts supporters.

As soon as I made it to George, the Death Eaters, and the Hogwarts supporters were running inside the castle to escape the giants that came crashing towards us.

"Are you okay?" George asked, once we were inside the entrance corridor.

"I'm fine," I said, as the door to the kitchen bursted open.

"Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of the house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight the Dark Lord for my Little Miss! Fight!" Kreacher, my family house elf, screamed. The small house elves stabbed the Death Eaters in their ankles, shins, and just about any other place they could reach.

I pulled my wand from its holster, and ran to Bellatrix, who was dueling Hermione, Ginny, and Luna.

"You're a traitor, Mary Alice!" she hissed, throwing a curse at me, which I easily deflected.

"I'm not a traitor!" I yelled, continuing to deflect spells for all four of us.

"You're a traitor to the Dark Lord! And now, you're going to end up with your traitor mother and father!"

She sent a Killing Curse that just barely missed mine and Ginny's head.

"NOT MY DAUGHTERS, YOU BITCH!" Molly yelled, running behind us. "OUT OF MY WAY!"

She moved Ginny, Hermione, Luna, and I out of her way, and began dueling Bellatrix herself.

Her wand twisted and slashed, and several curses flew between them both.

"No!" Molly cried as a few students ran forward, trying to come to her aid. "Get back! Get back! She is mine!"

I stepped forward.

"Alice, get back!" she yelled at me.

"No!" I yelled back. "She killed my parents! And now, I'm going to kill her!"

Bellatrix cackled as she threw a curse at me. I deflected it, and sent another hex her way.

"Little Mary Alice, fighting back for your blood traitor parents. How sweet."

She cackled again.

I noticed now that hundreds of people lined up against the wall watching two duels. Molly, Bellatrix and I, and Voldemort, McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley.

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" Bellatrix asked, taunting Molly now, instead of me. "When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?"

"You—will—never—touch—my—children—again!" screamed Molly.

We both seemed to have the same idea, because green lights shot from both of our wands. Both jets of light hit Bellatrix square in her chest, and she looked at us, eyes bulging. As she sank to the ground, I ran up to her, and stomped on her chest, much like she had done to me in the forest.

Voldemort screamed in fury. McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn were blasted back, and Voldemort turned on Molly and I.

"Protego!" Harry roared from behind me. I had never found the right time to be shocked that Harry was alive. In fact I still wasn't. Deep down I think I always knew he'd be back. The others however, were shocked and delighted all at once.

"Harry! He's alive!" everyone screamed.

George and Arthur came up behind Molly and I, and pulled us out of the circle that Voldemort and Harry seemed to be making around each other.

"I don't want anyone else to try to help." Harry said loudly, looking directly at me, then to Ron and Hermione. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me."

"Potter doesn't mean that," Voldemort said, his red eyes wide. "That isn't how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter? Perhaps you're ever so loyal companions? Or maybe your godsister, who betrayed me for you."

"Nobody," said Harry simply. "There are no more Horcruxes. It's just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good."

"One of us? You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?"

"Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me?" asked Harry. Neither one striked. They continued to circle each other. "Accident, when I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn't defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again?"

"Accidents!" Voldemort screamed, causing me to flinch. George tightened his hold on me. "Accident and chance and the fact that you crouched and sniveled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you!"

"You won't be killing anyone else tonight," said Harry. "You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people—"

"But you did not!"

"—I meant to, and that's what it did. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?"

"You dare—"

"Yes, I dare," Harry interrupted. "I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?"

"Is it love again?" he jeered, as his red eyes glanced over at me. "Dumbledore's favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter—and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you from dying now when I strike?"

I fought against George's hold.

"No, Alice," he said quietly, as Voldemort beamed at me.

"I have to help him!" I hissed.

"Harry doesn't need help," Hermione said, stepping between me and the circle.

I couldn't focus on what was happening in front of me. Things started to blur as everyone started making decisions. There were too many flashes and people changed their minds, then changed it again.

"Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me! He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand! But I got there ahead of you, little boy—I reached the wand before you could get your hands on it, I understood the truth before you caught up, I killed Severus Snape only hours ago, and the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!" Voldemort was yelling when I could focus again.

"Yeah, it did," said Harry. "You're right. But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you to think about what you've done. . . . Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle. . . "

"What is this?" Voldemort hissed.

"It's your one last chance," said Harry, "it's all you've got left. . . . I've seen what you'll be otherwise. . . . Be a man . . . try . . . Try for some remorse. . . ."

"You dare—?" said Voldemort again.

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "because Dumbledore's last plan hasn't backfired on me at all. It's backfired on you, Riddle."

My vision began to cloud again as Voldemort started to make several decisions, and Harry did too. Voldemort's visions were more blurry, but Harry's were crystal clear.

I focused just in time to hear both yell out an incantation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

There was a loud bang, and then the Elder Wand flew through the air. Voldemort crumbled to the ground, and Harry caught the wand. George's arms dropped as everyone, except for me, was stunned with silence.

Ron, Hermione, and I broke into a cheer, and ran to Harry. I pulled him into a tight hug.
"I'm so proud of you," I said quietly, before pulling away as the crowd grew.

The sun shone through the Great Hall, and I helped moved Voldemort and Bellatrix's bodies away from Fred, Remus, Tonks, and the others who died fighting.

While everyone celebrated, I made my way to the side, were Remus and Fred's bodies laid together. I sat at their heads, and pulled my knees to my chest.

"I'll see you guys soon," I said again. "I can't live with myself knowing the things I've done."

I looked up and saw George and Harry watching me.

"It's time for me to go," I said, unwrapping my arms, and hovering over their heads. I kissed them each once on the forehead then stood. "I love you both. Wait for me."


Okay here is chapter one! Until I get back to where I was, chapters will be going up in twos, threes, and on occasion fours.

This round, I just wrote until we reached the one month mark, and uploaded every finished chapter. At the time of writing this author's note, I'm not sure how many chapters that will be.

I figured I'd try to show more to this chapter than I had in the original story. I'm pretty sure I mentioned in the original that Voldemort learned Alice's loyalty was with the Order, but I didn't touch on it. So this shows more about that. A lot more detail will be going into this, and hopefully, this comes out better.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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UPDATE 8/29/2020: Hey guys! Long time no see! At least not here that is. So in later chapters, I've made notes about minor revisions. Originally, it was just gramatical things. I'm in the process of making this very detailed list, where I read each chapter and write down everything I want to change. There are things that will be added, just some clarity things, some sentences will be revised, and things like that. SO this update, was just to check and see if my plans need to be more detailed or not. The actual reconstruction of Leaving It All Behind will not take place until the upload of the first chapter of the Potter Twins rewrite. Surprise! Okay, well not really cause it was skimmed over in chapter 117. Anyways, for the new readers, welcome, and I hope you enjoy the reconstructed Leaving It All Behind.