Torn Between Dark and Light (A Harry Potter Fic)

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Okay, description:

Alex Holly, a blonde, blue-eyed Slytherin is an all-around nice girl compared to most Slytherins. Heck, she'd be in Gryffindor if it wasn't for her being a pureblood. Alex has a secret she's told no one about. But what happens when somone finds out and the whole school, even the Slytherins, turn against her?

Rating: PG for language

I'm aslo terribly sorry for any spelling errors there may be. I try to catch them, but sometimes I don't.

I'll add 3 chapters each post.

(I have 21 chapters [unfinished])

Chapter One
Rescuing Harry

NOTE: This is going to be in Alex's point of view unless I say otherwise...

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"Fred, I don't know if we should be doing this. I mean what if your mum found out?" I asked.

"You know, sometimes you can be as bad as Hermione," said Ron. Ron was going into his second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was definitely shorter than me, seeing as he was shorter than his twin brothers. Ron had millions of freckles, flaming red hair, and just regular brown eyes. His twin brothers, Fred and George Wealsey, had the same exact flaming red hair. They both had blue-green eyes, and were going into their fourth year at Hogwarts, along with myself.I have blonde hair that falls to my lower back, blue eyes, and slightly-tanned skin.

I hit Ron in the back of the head as he climbed inside an old blue Ford Angela. I climbed in before George so that I was sitting in-between the twins. I wrapped my arms around their necks and said;

"You don't think I'm as bad as Hermione, do you?" I asked.

"Nope," said Fred.

"Not at all," said George.

"Now why can't you be like you're bothers?" I asked Ron, winking at Fred and George. Ron just shrugged. "Oy, I'll never get used to this stupid car," I said, shaking my head as Fred drove it so it began lifting off the ground. I was staying at the Burrow, the Weasley's house, for the remainder of the Summer. I had spent most of the summer cooped up in the Malfoy Manor, for my mum always wanted to suck up to Lucius and Narcissa. Luckily, I escaped and was able to persuade mum into letting me stay here for the remainder of the summer.

"Hey, who cares?" said George.

"Yeah, I mean, it's better than being cooped up in the Malfoy Manor all summer!" said Fred.

"I'll give you that," I said, although all of my heart wasn't fully in it. Oh snap out of it woman! He's two years younger than you I thought to myself.

*Still... two years isn't that long.*

What about Fred and George?

*What about them?*

You said last year that I like them, and now this year you're telling me I like Malfoy! ARGH! I'M CONFUUUUUSED!

"I wish I could see what's in your mind sometimes. When you have conversations with yourself, it looks like you're having fun," said George, grinning.

"Oh believe me, you don't. They're always confusing," I said. Fred laughed at this.

"Shush! Don't wake up the Muggles!" hissed Ron. I hadn't realized we were at Harry's. I stuck my tongue out at him, but he didn't see because he was too busy ogling at Harry through bars on his window.

Harsh. Poor kid. Got his parents killed by Voldemort. And he got landed with these Muggles.

"Ron!" breathed Harry, pushing up the window so Ron could hear him better. "Ron how did you -what the-?"

I started grinning as what Harry was seeing sunk into him. It wasn't very often you saw a floating car parked outside your window.

"All right there Harry?" asked George.

"What's been going on?" asked Ron. "Why haven't you been answering my letters? I've asked you to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you'd got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles-"

"It wasn't me - and how do you know?"

"He works for the Ministry," said Ron. "You know we're not supposed to do spells outside of school-"

"You should talk," said Harry, staring at the car. I rolled my eyes, we were going to get back to the Burrow at midnight tomorrow at this rate.

"This doesn't count," said Ron. "We're just borrowing this. It's Dad's, we didn't enchant it to fly. But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with-"

"I told you, I didn't - but it'll take too long to explain now - look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won't let me come back, obviously I can't magic myself out, because the Ministry'll think that's the second spell I've used in three days, so-"

"Stop gibbering," said Ron. "We've come to rescue you."

"But you can't magic me out either-"

"We don't need to," said Ron. He jerked his head to the front of the care to us, "You've forgotten who I've got with me."

"Why I'm flattered," I joked.

"Alex, is that you?" said Harry.

"No, it's Ron's mum. Who do you think it is? Anyways, tie this around the bars," I said, as Fred tossed the end of a rope to Harry.

"If the Dursleys wake up, I'm dead," said Harry as he tied the rope securely on a bar, and Fred revved the car.

"Don't worry," said Fred, "and stand back."

Harry moved back into the shadows of his room. The car revved louder and louder until, with a crunching noise, the bars were ripped clean off of the window. Harry ran back to the window and Ron pulled the rope up to the car.

Chapter Two
"See You Next Summer!

When the bars were safely in the backseat with Ron, Fred backed up as close to the window as possible.

"Get in," said Ron.

"But all my Hogwarts stuff - my wand - my broomstick-"

"Where is it?"

"Locked under the stairs and I can't get out of this room-"

"No problem," said Fred. George made to crawl over me to get to the window, but I stopped him.

"I'll make it easy and just go," I said. He shrugged and I climbed out of the car and through the window.

"Wow, Lex! You actually can dress like a muggle?" asked Harry, bewildered.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" I asked. Harry had gotten a good look at me, seeing as I was in-between Mr.Bigheads. I was wearing a black *hoodie that was at least one or two sizes bigger than my normal shirt size, pink shorts that barely showed under the hoodie, and pink boots. My hair was done up in a regular ponytail. I had on blue eyeshadow, and red lipstick.

"Because of you being a pureblood," said Harry.

"Oy, just because my parents are assholes about it, doesn't mean I am. I think muggles are pretty cool. Especially with their CD Players," I said, pulling a pink CD Player out of the large pocket on the hoodie.

"Better not let dad see that thing," said Fred, picking at the lock on Harry's door with a hairpin. "A lot of wizards think it's a waist of time to learn these kind of muggle tricks, but we think they can be dead useful."

"Point proved," I said, as the lock clicked open.

"We'll get your trunk and you grab anything you need from your room and hand it out to Ron," said Fred quietly. We snuck out of the room and Harry whispered loudly, "Watch out for the bottom step! It creaks!" I slid down the banister and past Fred, who held in a laugh as I landed cat-like on the floor. He jumped the last three steps and landed silently.

He muttered, "Lumos" and a small light appeared at the end of his wand. I stuck my tongue out and mouthed "Show off", and I could tell he thought the same thing. I followed him in a silent fit of giggles. He shook his head and I distinctly heard him mutter "Women" as he began to pick the lock again, as I doubled over with another fit of giggles. I hadn't laughed much over the Summer, so - inconveniently - the laughs were all coming out now.

"Will you shut up?" hissed Fred quietly, trying to pull the trunk out from under the stairs. This only made me giggle more. "You know, it would help if you would kinda help pull this stupid thing."

"Oh, right," I said. I took a few deep breaths, moved Fred aside, and pulled, hard, on the trunk. It slid out easily. Fred stared at me with a mixture of amazement and awe. I shrugged and picked up one end, and he took the other. We finally heaved the trunk up the landing, and Fred made to put the trunk on the windowsill, but I stopped him.

"I'm gonna go first," I said. He sighed but I climbed quickly through the window and seated myself in the middle of the front seat. I tried to listen to my CD Player, but it was no use. It was an oldish one and was sensitive to jerks and other things. "Oh, move over," I said, annoyed. I moved George and Ron out of the way, and they watched skeptically as I took hold of the handle. I pulled twice and managed to get the trunk in with ease. I shrugged again as Ron and George stared at me.

I let George and Fred climb in the front before I did, so I wouldn't get squished. Harry was starting to get in the car, before a loud screech from his bedroom, followed almost immediately, who I assumed to be, Vernon Dursley's voice.

"THAT RUDDY OWL!"

"I've forgotten Hedwig!" Harry rushed back in his room, and passed Hedwig out to Ron, and was scrambling onto the windowsill when, I assume, "Uncle Vernon" practically tore the door off it's hinges. For a split second Mr.Dursley stood framed in the doorway; then with a bellow like an angry bull, grabbed Harry by the ankle.

Fred, George, Ron, and I seized Harry's arms and pulled.

"Petunia!" roared Mr.Dursley. "He's getting away! HE'S GETTING AWAY!"

I made one of my "now-famous" pulls and Harry's leg slid out of Mr.Dursley's grasp -Harry was in the car - he'd shut the door-

"Put your foot down, Fred!" yelled Ron, and with a good lurching movement, the car shot suddenly toward the moon. Harry rolled down his window and looked back at his aunt, uncle and cousin, all hanging out the window with stupid looks on their faces.

"See you next summer!" yelled Harry, and the Weasleys and Harry laughed. I didn't laugh much, I could only imagine what would happen to him next summer.

Chapter Three
The Burrow

I stuck on my headphones again, but was soon interrupted.

"What?" I asked, starting to get annoyed.

"Do the Malfoy's own a house elf named Dobby?" asked Harry.

"Uh... I don't know, if truth be told. They got a good few, and I've never thought to ask, or remember, names," I said.

"I'm glad we came to get you anyways," said Ron. I figured it would be stupid to listen to my CD Player, so I decided to listen to them instead. "I was getting really worried when you didn't answer any of my letters. I thought it was Errol's fault at first-"

"Who's Errol?"

"Our owl. He's ancient. It wouldn't be the first time he'd collapsed on a delivery. So then I tried to borrow Hermes-"

"Who?"

"The owl Mum and Dad bought Percy when he was made prefect," said Fred.

"But Percy wouldn't lend him to me," said Ron. "Said he needed him."

"Percy's been acting very odd this summer," said George.

"You mean odder than normal?" I asked, grinning.

"I mean, he has been sending a lot of letters and spending a load of time shut up in his room .... There's only so many times you can polish a prefect's badge... You're driving too far west, Fred," he added, pointing at the compass on the dashboard.

"So, does your dad know you've got the car?" asked Harry.

"Now what kind of stupid question is that?" I said.

"No he doesn't. He had to work tonight. Hopefully we'll be able to get it back in the garage without Mum noticing we flew it," said Ron.

"What does your dad do at the Ministry of Magic anyway?" asked Harry.

"He works in the most boring department," said Ron. "The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."

"The what?"

"It's all got to do with bewitching things that are Muggle-made, you know, in case they end up back in a Muggle shop or house," I explained.

"Like, last year, some old witch died and her tea set was sold to an antiques shop. This Muggle woman bought it, took it home, and tried to serve her friends tea with it. It was a nightmare - Dad was working overtime for a week," said George.

"What happened?" asked Harry.

"The teapot went berserk and squirted boiling tea all over the place, and one man ended up in the Hospital with sugar tongs clamped to his nose. Dad was going frantic - it's only him and an old warlock called Perkins - and they had to do Memory Charms and all sorts of stuff to cover it up -" said Ron.

"But your dad -this car-"

Fred laughed. "Yeah, Dad's crazy about everything to do with Muggles."

"Yeah, I got bombarded with millions of questions, about the Muggle stuff I messed around with, when I first got to the Burrow," I said.

"Our shed's full of Muggle stuff. He takes it apart, puts spells on it, and puts it together again. If he raided our house, he'd have to put himself under arrest. It drives Mum mad," said Fred.

"That's the main road," said George, peering down through the windshield. "We'll be there in ten minutes.... Just as well, it's getting light ...."

A faint, pinkish glow was visible along the horizon to the east. Fred brought the car lower, and you could see a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees.

"We're a little way outside the village," said Fred. "Ottery St.Catchpole."

Lower and lower went the car. The edge of a brilliant red sun was now gleaming through the trees.

"Touchdown!" said George as, with a slight bump, we hit the ground. We had landed in front of a tumbledown garage in a small yard, and I looked at the Burrow, for what seemed like the thousandth time.

To most people, it probably looked as though it had been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high, and so crooked it was being held up by magic. Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the read roof. A lopsided sign on the ground read; The Burrow, but for me the sign should have read: Home. I stayed at the Weasley's house every summer since my first year at Hogwarts, and considered it my real home. I was never wanted at home, so I sometimes considered the Weasley's my family as well.

 

[Spriter_Gurl_2893]

Here's the next three chapters!

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Chapter Four
Mrs.Weasley

"It's not much," said Ron.

"It's wonderful," said Harry happily. We got out of the car.

"Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly," said Fred, "and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast. The Ron, you come bounding downstairs going; "Mum, look who turned up in the middle of the night!' and she'll be pleased to see Harry and no one need ever know we flew the car."

I snorted with laughter. "Do you know how stupid that sounds?"

"Worth a try," said George, shrugging.

"Right," said Ron, turning around. "Come on Harry, I sleep at the - at the top..."

Ron had gone a nasty greenish color, his eyes on the house. The rest of us wheeled around, hoping it wasn't what we thought is was.... It was.

Mrs.Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens. For a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she could look like a saber-toothed tiger.

"Oh lord," I said, edging behind the twins. Mrs.Weasley stopped in front of us, her hands at her hips, staring from each guilty face, to the next. She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of the pocket.

"So," she said.

"Morning Mum," said George, in a voice that he clearly thought that was a jaunty, winning voice.

"Have you any idea how worried I've been?" said Mrs.Weasley in a deadly whisper.

"Sorry, Mum, but see; we had to-" began Ron.

All three of Mrs.Weasley's sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them.

"Beds empty! No note! Car gone - could have crashed - out of my mind with worry - did you care?- never, as long as I've lived - you wait until your father comes home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy-"

"Perfect Percy," muttered Fred. I edged back over to Harry, glad that I wasn't the one being yelled at.

"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" yelled Mrs.Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred's chest. "You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job-"

It seemed to go on for hours. Mrs.Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned to Harry and myself, and I instinctively backed away.

"I'm sure you had nothing to do with this whole scheme, Alex. And I'm very pleased to see you Harry, dear," she said. "Come in and have some breakfast."

She turned and walked back into the house and Harry, after a nervous glance at Ron -who nodded encouragingly- followed. I went with Ron, Fred, and George, who had decided to hang back a few feet just in case.

The kitchen was small, and rather cramped. There was a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle of the kitchen, and Harry sat down on the edge of his seat, looking around. At first I wondered why he was looking so amazed, then I realized he must not have been used to magic away from Hogwarts.

Mrs.Weasley was clattering around, cooking breakfast a little haphazardly, throwing her sons dirty looks as she threw sausages into the frying pan. Every now and then, she muttered things like "don't know what you were thinking of," and "never would have believed it," and Ron, Fred, George, and sometimes myself, would shift in our seats uncomfortably.

I never liked to worry Mrs.Weasley. She already had enough stuff to do, and didn't need us worrying her on top of all it.

"I don't blame you two," said Mrs.Weasley, tipping eight or nine sausages on Harry's plate. "I'm sure you didn't tell them to fly that car, and I'm sure you were just making sure they didn't hurt themselves."

"Sometimes I wonder why you don't date either one of the twins," Mrs.Weasley said quietly, so only I could hear, as she began tipping sausages on my plate. I choked on the water I was drinking and Fred thumped be on the back. The boys looked quizzically at me, but I just shook my head. "Arthur and I have been worried about you too," she said, talking to Harry again. "Just last night we were saying that if you hadn't written back to Ron by Friday, we were going to come get you ourselves. But really," she said, now putting eggs on everyone's plates, " flying an illegal car halfway across the country - anyone could have seen you -"

She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to wash themselves, clinking gently in the background.

"But it was cloudy, Mum!" said Fred.

"You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!" snapped Mrs.Weasley.

"They were starving him, Mum!" said George.

"And you!" said Mrs.Wealey, but it was with a softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him. That reminded me of something.

"Mrs.Weasley, I heard you would love to have a house elf. I would be happy to give you one of ours," I said.

"Oh no dear, you don't have to," said Mrs.Weasley.

At that moment, there was an interruption in the shape of a small, red-headed figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again.

"Ginny," said Ron, in an undertone to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."

"Yeah, she'll be wanting your autograph, Harry," said Fred, with a grin. But with a nudge in the ribs with my elbow, and his mother's look, he bent his face over his plate without another word.

Chapter Five
Gnomes

Nothing more was said until the boys's plates were clean, and I was finished even though I hadn't eaten everything, which took a surprisingly short amount of time.

"Blimey I'm tired," yawned Fred; setting down his knife and fork at last. "I think I'll go to bed and-"

"You will not," snapped Mrs.Weasley. "It's your own fault you've been up all night. You're going to de-gnome the garden for me; they're getting completely out of hand again-"

"Oh mom-"

"An you two," she said, glaring at Fred and Ron. "You can go to bed dears," she added to Harry and me. "You didn't ask them to fly that wretched car-"

"I can help," both of us said.

"Yeah, I do it all the time at home," I said.

"And I've never seen a de-gnoming," said Harry.

"That's very sweet of you two. But it's very dull work," she added to Harry. "Now, let's see what Lockhart's got say on the subect..."

And she pulled a thick book from the stack on the mantelpiece. George groaned and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden-"

The book had Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests written in fancy gold letters across the cover. There was a big photograph of a very ugly, in my opinion, wizard with wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. As always in the wizarding world, the picture was moving; the wizard, whom was Gilderoy Lockhart, kept winking and smiling cheekily up at us all. I scowled at the picture. Mrs.Weasley, however, beamed down at the picture,

"Oh, he is marvelous," she said. "He knows his household pests, all right, it's a wonderful book..."

"Mum fancies him," said Fred in a very audible whisper. The boys sniggered slightly, but I looked confused. Fred mouthed the words "later" just as Mrs.Weasley said;

"Don't be so rediculous Fred." Her cheeks were slightly pink. "All right, if you think you know better than Lockhart, you can go and get on with it, and woe betide you if there's a single gnome in that garden when I come to inspect it."

Yawning and grumbling, Ron, Fred, and George slumped out of the house, with Harry and me behind them. The garden was large, and in my point of view, exactly what a garden should be. My mom would have probably fainted if she saw all the weeds and how much the grass needed cutting, but there were gnarled trees all around the walls, plants I couldn't remember the names of -no matter how many times I'd asked-, and a big green pond full frogs.

"Muggles have garden gnomes too, you know," said Harry, as he and Ron crossed the yard. I found the nearest bush with gnomes in it. The gnomes were small and leathery looking, with large, knobbly, bald heads, almost exactly like a potato.

"This is a gnome," I heard Ron say grimly.

I heard the gnome being squealed to be let go, and I grabbed about three by the ankles.

"This is what you have to do," said Ron. He raised the gnome above his head and started to swing it in great circles like a lasso.

"It doesn't hurt them. You just got to make them really dizzy so they can't get back to their holes," I said, seeing the shocked look on Harry's face as I began to do the same as Ron. Ron let go of the gnome's ankles: it flew about 20 feet over the hedges and landed with a thud.

"So, what does "fancy" mean?" I asked, releasing my gnome and watching it sail about 30 feet before turning to more.

"Umm, I think it means you got a crush or something like that," said George.

"Oh," I said.

"Alex is from America. She moved to England when she was ten," said Fred, seeing the confused look on Harry's face.

"I was wondering why you had a bit of an accent," said Harry.

"And you think you all don't?" I said.

"So, what'd mum say before?" asked Fred, releasing about six gnomes and watching them as they sailed about twenty-five feet over the hedges.

"She says she wonders why I don't go out with one of you two," I said, flinging more gnomes away and grabbing more.

"Go out?" asked Fred.

"Oh, I didn't realize you all don't use go out here. Go out means date," I said. Fred and George let go of their gnomes, not even paying attention as they flew 40 feet over the hedge.

"Why would anyone date them?" said Ron.

"You're rude! I couldn't pick between the two of them anyways," I said, giggling.

"You know, I think you're the only girl I know of that isn't crazy over Lockhart," said Ron.

"That retard -basically idiot?" I added, seeing the boys becoming confused. "He's ugly AND stupid!'"

Chapter Six
"Dad's home!"

The boys sniggered about this, and then the front door slammed.

"Dad's home!" said George.

We hurried through the garden and back into the house.

Mr.Weasley was slumped in a kitchen chair with his glasses off and his eyes closed. He was a thin man, going bald, but the little hair he had was a red as any of his children's. He was wearing long green robes, which were dusty and travel-worn.

"What a night," he mumbled, groping for a teapot as we all sat down around him. "Nine raids. Nine! And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me while I had my back turned...." Mr.Weasley took a long gulp of tea and sighed.

"Hello Mr.Weasley," I said.

"Hello Alex," said Mr.Weasley absentmindedly.

"Did you find anything dad?" asked Fred eagerly.

"All we got were a few shrinking door keys and a biting kettle," yawned Mr.Weasley. "There was some pretty nasty stuff in that wasn't in my department though. Martlake was taken away for questioning about extremely odd ferrets, but that's the Committee on Experimental Charms, thank goodness...."

"Why would anyone bother making door keys shrink?" said George.

"Just Muggle-baiting," I said. "Sell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it, bit of a laugh for them.... What? If you live in the Malfoy Manor for a while, you hear a lot of stuff!" I said, to the odd looks of the boys. Although I wasn't telling the truth...

"Of course, it's very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking - they'll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they'll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it's staring them in the face. But the things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn't believe-"

"LIKE CARS FOR INSTANCE?" Mrs.Weasley had appeared, holding a long poker like a sword. Mr.Weasley's eyes jerked open. He stared guiltily at his wife.

"C-Cars, Molly, dear?"

"Yes, Arthur, cars," said Mrs.Weasley, her eyes flashing. "Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, while really he was enchanting it to make it fly."

Mr.Weasley blinked.

"Well, dear, I think you'll find that he would be quite within the law to do that even if - er - he maybe would have done better to, um, tell his wife the truth.... There's a loophole in the law, you'll find .... As long as he wasn't intending to fly the car, the fact that the car could fly wouldn't -"

"Arthur Weasley, you made sure there was a loophole when you wrote that law!" shouted Mrs.Weasley. " Just so you could carry on tinkering with all that Muggle rubbish in your shed! And for your information, Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren't intending to fly!"

"Harry?" said Mr. Weasley blankly. "Harry who?" He looked around, saw Harry, and jumped. "Good lord, is it Harry Potter? Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about-"

"Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night!" shouted Mrs.Weasley. "What have you got to say about that, eh?"

"Did you really?" said Mr.Weasley eagerly. "Did it go alright? I - I mean," he faltered as sparks flew from Mr.Weasley's eyes, "that - that was very wrong boys - very wrong indeed...."

Ron muttered something to Harry and they left. Mrs.Weasley began to swell like a bullfrog.

"I think I'll go raid your all's room again," I said to Fred and George. I screamed and ran up the hall, practically running over Harry and Ron, and into my room, and Fred and George chased me.

 

[Mimori Kiryu]

Wow, girl, this is good! It reminds me too much of the movies though, just with an added character. Try to create some parts and add more description when developing your characters. It may be a Harry Potter fic but not everyone knows what Harry, Ron, Fred, and George look like. And describe Alex's features too.

Other than that, GREAT! Can't wait for more -^^-

 

[Spriter_Gurl_2893]

It gets better later into the fic. I have a tendency to start out strictly to the book and then a little into it, let it run almost freely.

I gots more! *LOL*


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Chapter Seven
Hogwarts Letters

"NO! PLEASE DON'T!" I screeched, baking against the wall. I could tell they were going to tickle me. I know this sounds stupid, but I was super ticklish.

Unfortunately, they didn't listen. It ended with all of us on the floor, Fred and George laughing because of the way I reacted when they tickled me, me on the floor from Fred and George tickling me.

"Breathe, I can't breathe!" I said, trying to get breath, but then doubling over, making me think of another time this had happened.

"We didn't even touch you!" said Fred, looking at me as though I was mad.

"Oh- it's not -laugh -you it's -laugh- Draco," I said, doubling over again as the memory was replayed in my mind. I was sitting on my bed, and Draco was sitting beside me, saying I was crazy because I was watching a movie. Suddenly he got this pained look on his face, and sneezed.

"What did he do?" asked George.

"He's got the funniest sneeze face!" I said, finally being able to breathe.

"What in the bloody hell is a sneeze face?" asked Fred.

"When people sneeze, they make some kind of face before they sneeze, and I call it peoples's sneeze faces," I said.

"So what'd it look like?" asked George.

"Kinda like this," I said, screwing my face up to imitate his face. The twins cracked up in laughter. I got up and walked over to Fred, and whispered something in his ear, to where George couldn't hear him, and he looked up at me, looking confused but nodded.


All of us heard from Hogwarts one sunny morning, a week after Harry had arrived from the Dursley's. Harry and Ron sat down at the table, me half asleep on it, my head on the table, and staring at the butter.

"Is the butter that interesting to watch?" asked Ron, as Ginny knocked over her porridge bowl with a clatter.

"Letters from school," said Mr.Weasley, passing us all letters, except Ginny, saving me from answering Ron. I continued to stare at the butter as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pajamas. "Dumbledore already knows you two are here, Alex, Harry - doesn't miss a thing, that man. You've got them too," he added, as Fred and George sat down on either side of me. Fred looked at me, still watching the butter, and shook his head. I finally decided to look at my letter. I scanned the book list, and noticed hat about half was Lockhart's books. I scowled as I read the books by Lockhart:

Break With a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding With Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays With Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages With Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
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Fred, who was finished with is letter, peered over at Harry's list.

"You've been given all of Lockhart's books too!" he said. "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan - bet it's a witch." At this point, Fred caught his mum's eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade.

"This lot won't come cheap," said George, with a quick look at his parents. "Lockhart's books are really expensive...."

"Well, we'll manage," said Mrs.Weasley, but she looked worried. I shifted uneasily in my seat and began to stare at the butter again. "I expect we'll be able to get Ginny's things second-hand."

"Oh, are you starting Hogwarts this year?" asked Harry. Ginny nodded, blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, and Percy walked in. I glanced up at him and returned to staring at the butter as he took a seat. But leapt up almost immediately, pulling out from under him -

"Errol!" said Ron, taking the limp owl from Percy and extracting the letter from under it's wing."Finally - he's got Hermione's answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try and rescue you from the Dursleys."

"Why in the bloody hell are you staring at the butter?" asked George, as Ron read Hermione's answer to Harry. I shrugged my shoulders, I just felt a little, left out or something. I just didn't feel right.

"Well that fits nicely," said Mrs.Weasley after Ron had finished the letter. "We can go and get all your things then, too. What're you up to today?"

We were planning on going up on the hill to where the Weasleys kept their brooms. The boys took turns on Harry and mine's Nimbus Two Thousands, while I hung upside down on Ron's old Shooting Star, watching them.

Chapter Eight
"Will You Go Out With Me?"

Mrs.Weasley woke us all early the following Wednesday. I was the last one to come downstairs, and as soon as I entered the kitchen, everything went quiet. I ignored this and sat down in between Fred and George.

"What in the world did you do to your hair?" asked George.

"Dyed it," I said.

"Red?" said Fred.

"It's better than pink, I was thinking about dying it pink first," I said seriously. After a few bacon sandwiches, the rest of them pulled out their coats; I was already wearing a blue jacket, and Mrs.Weasley took a flowerpot off the Kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.

"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to but some more today .... Ah well, guests first! After you, Harry dear!" She offered him the flowerpot.

"W-what am I supposed to do?" he stammered.

"He's never traveled by Floo powder," said Ron suddenly. "Sorry, Harry, I forgot."

"Never?" said Mrs.Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley last year to buy your school things last year?"

"I went on the Underground-"

"Really?" said Mr.Weasley. "Where there escapators? How exactly-"

"Not now Arthur," said Mrs.Weasley. "Floo powder's a lot quicker dear, but goodness me, if you've never used it before -"

"He'll be all right Mum," said George. "Harry, watch us first." He took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and through the powder into the flames.

With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than George, who stepped right into it, shouted "Diagon Alley!" and vanished.

You must speak clearly dear," Mrs.Weasley told Harry as Fred dipped his hand into the flowerpot. "And be sure to get out at the right grate...."

"The right grate?" said Harry nervously as the fire roared and whipped Fred out of site too.

"He'll be fine Molly, don't fuss," said Mr.Weasley, as I grabbed some Floo Powder as well. I threw it into the flames, stepped in and said; "Diagon Alley!" It was an odd feeling, but after the many times I had traveled by Floo powder, I had gotten used to it.

I stepped out of the fire at the Leaky Cauldron, and dusted myself off. Soon Mr.Weasley appeared. He looked around.

"Where's Harry?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh no, he's gotten out at the wrong fireplace, who knows where he could be," said Mr.Weasley, as Ron appeared. "Here, just search wherever you can in Diagon Alley, he should be somewhere around there."

I nodded and left as Mrs.Weasley appeared.

"****! Watch where you're going!" I said, as someone ran into me.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said a girl. She had long, raven black hair, amethyst eyes, and was wearing black, baggy jeans, and a black halter top.

"I guess its okay. Hey, have you seen a boy with messy black hair, glasses, and green eyes?" I asked.

"No, sorry, I'll help you look if you like," she said.

"What's you're name?" I asked as I poked my head into a shop to see if Harry was there.

"Autumn Raven," said the girl, looking into the shop beside the one I had just looked into.

"I'm Alex Holly," I said.

"Lex! Dad found Harry!" said Fred, who I saw was at the end of the street.

"Come on Autumn," I said, and we ran down the street, to find Harry with Hagrid, the Hogwarts Gamekeeper.

"Where was he?" asked Mr.Weasley.

"Knockturn Alley," said Hagrid grimly.

"Excellent!" said Fred and George together.

"We've never been aloud in," said Ron enviously.

"I ruddy well think not," growled Hagrid. Mrs.Weasley came galloping into view, her handbag swinging wildly in one hand, Ginny just clinging onto the other.

"Oh Harry - oh, my dear- you could have been anywhere -" Gasping for breath, she pulled a large clothes brush out of her handbag and began sweeping off the soot Hargrid hadn't managed to beat away. Mr.Weasley took off Harry's glasses, gave them a tap -for they had broken- and handed them back to Harry.

"Who's she?" asked George, meaning Autumn.

"Autumn Raven , nice to meet you- um?" said Autumn.

"Oh, this is George, and this is Fred, Ron, Mrs.Weasley, Mr.Weasley, Hagrid, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter" I said.

"Why is your last name different than theirs?" asked Autumn.

"Because they're not my family," I said, and secretly I was glad they weren't.

"Oh! Okay, I'm sorry, with the red hair, you blended in with them," she said.

"I just dyed my hair red today because I was bored," I said.

"Yeah, normally she blonde and stupid," said Fred, dodging as I went to hit him.

We went into the Gringotts bank and I felt very horrible when they reached my vault. I had a lot of gold from my dad, he was always giving me Galleons and stuff because he was the nicest dad in the world. My mum, on the other hand, was mean.

I grabbed a sack and quickly filled the contents in the bag. I could tell Harry felt uncomfortable too, as they reached his vault. I felt even more horrible when we reached the Weasley's vault. There was a very small pile of silver sickles, and one gold galleon. Mrs.Weasley felt right into the corners before sweeping the whole lot in her bag. After seeing this, I could tell Autumn felt bad when she grabbed a good bit of gold from her vault as well.

"So where to?" I asked.

"I don't know, I'm new here," said Autumn.

"Where do you live?" I asked curiously.

"I live in a manor, I live on this big street full of manors, next to this kid named Draco Malfoy," she said.

"Oh my god! I live down the street on the other side from Malfoy!" I said.

"Lex, hey Lex! Over here!"I looked around to see three of my friends.

"Com on, I'll introduce you," I said. I walked over to my friends. There was Katze Chaton, a girl with red hair, green eyes, and was wearing a pink tube top, and short blue-jean shorts. Then there was Perro Welpe, who had brown hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a red skirt that reached her knees and a split in the side up to her hip, and a white blouse. Last there was Paard Potro, she had rainbow colored hair, she loved to dye it, and brown eyes. She was wearing a light blue shirt and blue-jeans.

"Who's this?" asked Katze.

"This is Autumn Raven. Autumn this is: Katze Chaton, Perro Welpe, and Paard Potro," I said, pointing to each in turn.

"Nice to meet you," said Autumn, smirking.

"She you're friend?" asked Perro.

"No, she's a total and complete stranger, duh guys! Come on you guys! I gots to meet Fred somewhere!" I said.

"You two finally going out?" said Paard.

"No, now will you guys move your asses?" I said. The girls followed me to a joke shop. "Hi Fred!" I said, running up to him.

"I thought I just got rid of you!" he said, pretending to be annoyed.

"That hurt," I said, pretending to be hurt.

"Now what did you want?" he asked.

"Can you all, I don't know, look at this crap while I talk?" I asked the girls.

"Oh yeah, tell us to come with you, but then ignore us!" said Paard.

"It'll only take a sec!" I said, putting on my puppy eyes.They gave in and began to look around the shop. "Hey Fred, I was wondering ..." there was a very long pause, I was a little nervous to ask him, for fear he wouldn't say what I wanted him to.

"You were wondering?" said Fred. I took a deep breath.

"I was wondering, would you like to be my boyfriend?" I said in a rush blushing deeply. He looked a little shocked, but recovered a moment later.

"Sure," he said. I squealed and hugged him."Come on girls!" I shouted, but they paid no attention. "SHOPPING TIME!" I said loudly, the girls came rushing over. "See ya later Fred," I said, as I was pushed out of the door. WE shopped until it was time for me to meet Mrs.Weasley.

"I need to buy my books too, so I'll go with you," said Autumn. We ran to Flourish and Blotts, a book store, to see it very crowded with witches. I looked at a sign on the window:

GILDEROY LOCKHART
will be signing copies of his autobiography
MAGICAL ME
today 12:30 P.M. to 4:30 P.M.​

Autumn and I squeezed inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was going to be signing his books. We each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4 and made our way to where the rest of the Weasleys, the Grangers, and Harry were. I went a little red as I stood near Fred, I felt embarrassed for some reason.

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*Yes, I know, weird names, but they're in different languages. I forget what they mean, though.*

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Chapter Nine
Luciuc Malfoy

"Oh there you are, good," said Mrs.Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute...."

Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a able surrounded by pictures of himself, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was sat at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair.

A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.

"Get out of the way," he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet-"

"Big deal," said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.

Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron- and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted; "I can't be Harry Potter!"

"Oh, but it can," I muttered, causing Fred to snigger.

The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face reddened as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting smoke over us. I coughed a good bit and Fred looked angrily toward the photographer, who paid no attention.

"Nice big smile Harry," said Lockhart through his own glittering teeth. "Together, you and I are worth the front page."

Finally Lockhart let go of Harry's hand. Harry tried to sidle back over to us, but Lockhart threw an arm around his shoulders, and clamped Harry to his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" said Lockhart loudly, waving for silence. "What an extraordinary moment this is for me to make an announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography - which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge -" the crowd applauded again. "He ha no idea," Lockhart continued, giving Harry a little shake that made his glasses slip to the end of his nose, "that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The crowd cheered and clapped, and I groaned.

"It was bad enough having to hear my friends talk about him, but now he had to go and make it worse by having the real him there!" I said, only the boys heard this, and they sniggered.

Suddenly, Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing with her new cauldron. I began to wonder toward Harry, looking at the many books.

"You have these," he mumbled to her, tipping the books into her cauldron. "I'll buy my own-"

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" said a voice. I looked over to see Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer. "Famous Harry Potter," said Draco. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" said Ginny. It was the first time she'd spoken in front of Harry. She was glaring at Draco.

"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend," drawled Draco.

"Jealous," I said, smirking and walking over beside Harry and Ginny.

"Jealous? Why in the bloody hell would I be jealous of that thing?" sneered Draco. Ginny went scarlet. I got angry, reached up, and slapped Draco on the face. There was a red mark in the shape of a hand on his left cheek. Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, it's you," said Ron, after he and Hermione had fought their way over to Draco and the rest of us.

"I'm surprised to see you in a shop, Weasley," said Draco. "I suppose your parents will have to go hungry for a month to pay for all those."

Ron went as red as Ginny, and he dropped his books into Ginny's cauldron too, and started toward Draco, but Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket. My hand balled into a fist, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked beside me to see Fred. My hand relaxed and he looked from the red mark on Draco's face, to me, and he looked at me questionally. I smiled widely and he knew I had hit him.

"Ron!" said Mr.Weasley, struggling over with George. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, lets go outside."

"Well well -Arthur Weasley-"

It Lucius Malfoy, Draco's dad. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder. I went extremely pale, and Fred looked at me with curiosity, but I paid him no attention, my eyes were focused on Lucius.

"Lucius," said Mr.Weasley coldly.

"Busy at the Ministry, I hear," said Lucius. "All those raids .... I hope they're paying you well?"

Lucius reached into Ginny's cauldron, and among all the glossy Lockhart books, pulled out a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

"Obviously not," Lucius said, and for no reason, he stared at me for a moment. My eyes widened fearfully, and he smirked slightly at me. He then turned back to Mr.Weasley. " Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Mr.Weasley flushed darker than Ron or Ginny.

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name wizard, Malfoy," he said.

"Clearly," said Lucius, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs.Granger who were watching apprehensively. I felt sorry for them.

They must be scared to death. I mean, they can't ever know when they're going to meet a good wizard or witch, or a bad one, and being Muggles, they don't know who to protect themselves. They're probably confused too.

"The company you keep Weasley ...." said Lucius. "And I thought you could sink no lower-"

There was a thud of metal as Ginny's cauldron went flying ; Mr.Weasley had thrown himself at Lucius, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spell books came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of "Get him, Dad!" by George; Mrs.Weasley was shrieking "No Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over; "Gentlemen, please - please!" cried the assistant, and then, louder than all:

"Break it up there, gents, beak it up."

Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he pulled Lucius and Mr.Weasley apart. Mr.Weasley had a cut lip, and Lucius had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. Lucius was still holding Ginny's old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, shooting me a warning look. I flinched and backed away a step or two.

"Here girl - take your book - it's the best your father give you -" Pulling himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned to Draco, gave me a look that plainly said "Tell and you know what happens", and left the bookshop. I shook a little and Fred looked at me, worried and confused. He put his arm around my shoulders, and I jumped at his touch, as though it had burned me.

"Lex, what's wrong?" asked Fred concerned.

"Nothing," I lied. I could tell he didn't beleive me, but he said no more. I suddenly noticed the others were leaving and I followed them. We hurried up teh street, the Grangers shaking with fright; me jumping at almost everything; and Mrs.Weasley was beside herself with fury.

"A fine example to set for your children ... brawling in public ... what Gilderoy Lockhart must've thought -"

"He was pleased," said George, though still staring at me and Fred. "Didn't you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he could work the fight into his report - said it was all publicity -"

But it was a subdued group that headed back to the fireside in the Leaky Cauldron, where Me, Harry, the Weasleys, and all of our shopping would be traveling back to the Burrow using Floo Powder. We said goodbye to the Grangers, who were leaving the pub for the Muggle street on the other side; Mr.Weasley started to ask them how bus stops worked, but stopped quickly at Mrs.Weasley's face. I bid Autumn fairwell until the train, and she used the fireplace first.

 

[Mimori Kiryu]

That was awesome! I like the names of Alex's friends. Who cares if they're a different language! That rocks XD lol

That was great when Alex finally asked Fred out. Only took her forever. And then when Alex smacked Draco...HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SO EFFING HILARIOUS!!!

Keep up the good stuff girl!

 

[Spriter_Gurl_2893]

I couldn't help her smacking him. That's definitley what I would have done. *I like Ginny as a character*

Thanksies.

Chapter Ten
Hogwarts Express

I know I had to have woken up early on the day we were to go back to Hogwarts, for I'd woken up by myself, and Mrs.Weasley hadn't helped. My eyes were still closed when I heard Mrs.Weasley come in my room, or at least; I thought it was my room.

"Fred, Ge-" Mrs.Weasley stopped dead in the middle of her sentence. It took me a second before I realized she said, well almost said, Fred and George.

It hit me quickly that I was in their room and my eyes flew open. Mrs.Weasley was in the doorway staring at me. I realized Fred's arm was over me, and I realized how odd it must look .... Wait! Rewind! Fred's arm is over me! I sat bolt upright, causing me to wake up Fred. I was beginning to get very creeped out, I couldn't remember why in the world I was there.

I finally remembered how I at least ended up in their room, and I relaxed very slightly. I had gone into Fred and George's room to talk to Fred, and I ended up falling asleep. I guessed, and hoped, that all that had happened after that was he just carried me to his bed.

Mrs.Weasley kept staring from me to Fred, back and forth, until she found her voice.

"You didn't - did you?" said Mrs.Weasley, in a barely audible whisper.

"No, really," added Fred, because Mrs.Weasley looked disbelieving.

"Why are you in here, then?" she asked. Fred explained what happened, and what I had guessed was correct; he had just carried me over to his bed.

Mrs.Weasley looked as relieved as I felt.

"Well, as I was saying, you need to get up. I suggest you leave before I wake up George ... might be a bit of a shock to find you in here," she added. I nodded and left, going into my room that I shared with Ginny.

"There you are, mum came in here to wake us up and was a little worried when you weren't in here. Where were you?" asked Ginny. I went red and became deaf until she changed the subject.

It took a while for most of us to get started that morning. We were up at dawn, but somehow we still seemed to have a great deal to do. Mrs.Weasley dashed about in a bad mood, looking for spare socks and quills; people kept colliding on the stairs - I swear I must've ran into George and Ginny about five times- half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands; and Mr.Weasley almost broke his neck tripping over a stray chicken while crossing the yard carrying Ginny's trunk to the car.

When we were all finally in the car, Mrs.Weasley glanced into the back seat where Harry, Ron, Fred, Me, George, and Percy were all sitting comfortably side by side, and said; "Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, don't they?" She and Ginny got into the front seat which had been stretched to resemble a park bench, "I mean, you'd never know it was roomy from the outside, would you?"

I didn't feel like telling her that I was pretty sure, even Muggles, could tell it was stretched somehow, because six people couldn't normally fit in the backseat of a car, unless it was a limo or they were sitting on each other's laps.

Mr.Weasley started up the engine, and we trundled out of the yard, Harry looking lack for a last look at the house. I barely had time to brood on having to wait until, probably, the very end of the next Summer for me to come back to the Burrow - when we were back; George had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks. Five minutes later, we skidded to a halt in the yard so Fred could run in for his broomstick. We had almost reached the highway when Ginny shrieked that she'd left her diary. By the time she had clambered back into the car; I was asleep with my head on Fred's shoulder, we were running very late, and the boys in the back seat kept shooting me and Fred curious glances.

I had asked Fred not to tell them we were going out; I knew for some reason they would annoy me to death about it.

Mr.Weasley glanced at his watch and then at his wife.

"Molly, dear -"

"No, Arthur-"

"No one would see - this little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed - that'd get us in the air - then we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes and no one would be any the wiser-"

"I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight-"

It seemed like five seconds later Fred was waking me up so we could get out of the car. Mr.Weasley dashed across the road to get trolleys for our trunks and we all hurried into the station.

"Percy first," said Mrs.Weasley as soon as we reached the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Percy strode briskly forward and vanished. Mr.Weasley and George followed; and I went with Fred. We went quickly onto the train and found the last empty compartment. I decided to stay in the compartment, but Fred went back off the train. A few seconds later, Autumn arrived.

"Can I sit here stranger?" she asked, joking. I nodded. Then, someone far less welcome entered the compartment, and I cowered slightly in my seat. Draco Malfoy and his bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle were in the doorway.

"Well well, look who we have here, Alex, nice to see you again," said Draco, smirking.

"Hi Draco," I said with forced politeness.

"Excuse me, but I think you need to move," I heard a voice say from behind Goyle, Crabbe, and Draco; it was Fred.

"No, I don't think I will," said Draco. I noticed there was still a good bit of a mark on his face from where I had hit him, and I smirked. "What are you smirking about?"

I just shook my head. Draco scowled and left.Fred sat beside me, followed by George.

"I wonder where my friends are?" I said out loud.

"Here," said more voices from the door. I squealed as about eight or ten people entered. They took up the rest of the seats, and quite a few had to sit on the floor, mostly boys because a lot of them had brought their boyfriends.

"You know, Lex, I think you and Autumn are the only ones that ain't got a boyfriend here," said Katze. I just shrugged my shoulders. We talked for the whole train ride, but I ended up falling asleep again, my head resting on Fred's shoulder. When the train was close to slowing down, Fred shook me slightly to wake me up. I woke up and sighed sadly; Fred was in Gryffindor and I was in Slytherin, which meant we wouldn't see each other as often.

I figured now would be a good time to tell them. I told Katze who, of course, blurted out:

"YOU'RE GOING OUT WITH FRED!?!"

"Thanks for telling the whole compartment, Kat!" I said. The only people in the compartment who looked surprised was George and Autumn, who had moved beside George.

"So, you still on for the sleepover on this weekend?" asked a girl with blonde hair. Her name was Vos Renard.

"Of course!" I said. The thought of our "annual" sleepover brightened me up slightly.

"Sleepover?" said Fred, confused.

"Oh, yeah. Me and my friends have a sleepover the first weekend at the beginning of school, and one at the end," I explained. This was total news to all the boys; we never brought boys. "Hey girls, can we have a quick meeting?" We whispered and voted on something.

"Okay peoples!" I said standing up on the seat. "We did a vote and; girls can invite their boyfriends to the sleepover but boys have to stay in their room when sleeping, and you all have to find something to do while we're talking and playing truth or dare."

"What are you wearing?" asked Paard, realizing what I was wearing. I twirled around before sitting. My shirt, pants, and hat were green, orange, and red.

"****! We need to get our robes on!" There was a mad scramble to pull our robes over our heads. Us girls managed to fix our hair just as the train slowed to a complete stop. We joined the crowd of peoples getting of the train. Fred, George, Autumn, and I got in a carriage. After we got out I did something I never usually did; I kissed Fred.

There was a loud chorus of "Aww"s and "Ooo"s from my friends. I went over to them and shoved them lightly.

"Bye Fred!" I called sadly as we made our way to the Slytherin table. He waved bye and sat at the Gryffindor table in a daze.

Chapter Eleven
Gryffindor Common Room

I woke up at 1:00 PM the next day; luckily we didn't have classes on the day back, I had stayed up 'til 2:00 AM the night before, because I couldn't sleep. I decided to be the odd-one-out, so I did my hair in a ponytail that set on the top of my head, and put on a bandanna that was red, white, and blue; the colors of my original country flag.

I put on my robes and made a few adjustments with my wand to them, but only for the first day. I ran downstairs and flew past Draco, who smirked. I ran to the doors to enter the Great Hall, and caught my breath. I entered the Great Hall. A lot of heads turned to watch me walk directly over to the Gyrffindor table and sit down; on the first day back you could also sit wherever you wanted, but it was still highly unusual to see Slytherins at the Gryffindor table. But the only ones that didn't pay any attention were the Gryffindors; they were the only ones who knew that the only reason I was in Slytherin was because of my family.

Apparently I wasn't they only one who had slept late because Fred and George and almost all the other Gryffindors were at the table. I took a seat beside Fred, a leaned against him; I was still very tired.


"You can't fall asleep at the table," said Fred, smiling. I sighed and nodded, but, besides that, I didn't move. "Come on, I'll show you some of the new tricks we've got." I nodded again and followed him to the Gryffindor Common Room. When we were in the 4th year boy's dormitories, he went rummaging in his trunk. I sat on my bed as he demonstrated he new jokes.

"Fred, there's something I've got to tell you," I said, deciding to take a horrible risk.

"What?" he asked, looking somewhat worried. But I couldn't tell him; I had a horrible pain in my head. It was so painful that I ended up fainting.

When I woke up, I was still on Fred's bed and he was shaking me, trying to wake me up.

"What happened?" he asked. I didn't want to talk; my head was still spinning and there were at least four of him, if not five. He seemed to understand and just held me, and I ended up falling asleep.

I woke up to find Fred asleep as well. I looked at the clock and it said 4:00 PM. I sighed, realizing people would begin wondering where we were, well, at least our friends. I nudged him easily and he woke up. He looked relieved that I was awake.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I can't say. I'm guessing that was a spell to keep me from telling you," I said. He looked confused. I got up and re-did my hair, and we both went into the Common Room. We just talked for a few hours, before I realized it was 8:00; students weren't allowed out of bed after nine. I kissed Fred goodbye and ran to the Slytherin Hallway. I stopped at a bare stretch of wall.

"Pureblood," I said. The wall, which was really a door, slid open and I walked in. I had only about a second before I was overwhelmed with billions of questions from my friends.

Chapter Twelve
Secrets

"WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP!?!?" I bellowed, causing half of the Common Room to stare at me.

"Alex, what happened?" asked Autumn. I sighed and cast a look at all my other friends.

"Listen, I know it may not seem like it, but I'm truly sorry to tell you this; I cannot tell anyone except Autumn," I said.

"You swear?" said Katze, eyeing me carefully.

"I swear on the Holy Bible," I said, and they knew I wasn't joking. I beckoned for Autumn to follow me, and she did. I plopped down on my bed and sighed in frustration.

"So, why am I the only one you can tell?" asked Autumn.

"I know your secret," I said. She looked horrified.

"B-but h-how?" she stammered. I smiled grimly.

"Sometimes it helps to have parents who will teach you Legilimency after forcing you to become a Death Eater," I said.

"You mean, you're one too?" she asked. I nodded.

"Wait, do you know of the plan?" I asked her.

"Yes, but I am forbidden to tell anyone about it, unless they already know of it," said Autumn.

"Well, don't try to tell anyone. You'll get a horrible pain in your head and pass out," I said.

"So, is that what happened?" she asked. I told her what happened. "I'm glad you told me, I didn't want to figure that out on my own."

"So, are you in for the annual sleepover?" I asked her.

"Of course!" she said hyperly.

"Do you really want to be in Slytherin?" I asked her.

"No, I'd prefer to be in Gryffindor, but I'm here because of my attitude," she said.

"Attitude, what attitude?" I asked, snorting with laughter.

"Oh, believe me, I've got an attitude," she said. "Umm, hey Lex?"

"Yeah?" I asked her.

"Could you get Fred to ask George out for me?" she asked. I stared at her.

"CHOCOLATE TIME!" I yelled, signaling for the other girls to rush up the the dormitories. I nodded at Autumn, as I took out my huge bag of sweets, and spread them on the bed.

Obviously it was a bad idea, because all we could do until about 1 AM was sit and giggle and tackle each other and other hyper things. I sighed as the girls fell asleep. I hopped on my broomstick and I flew out to the top of the Slytherin tower, staring at the moon.

 

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Chapter Thirteen
Kissing Malfoy

"What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked Draco, who was smirking uncontrollably. It was morning and we were at the Slytherin table, and, unfortunately, Draco was on one side of me. On the other hand, Autumn was beside me too.

"Hmm, now that you mention it, I do have something on my mind," he said, his smirk growing wider.

"No chance in hell," I said, knowing what he wanted.

"This isn't hell hell now, is it?" he asked, still smirking.

"It sure looks like it with you here," I said, returning to my water.

"You know, I could let something slip to father," said Draco in a quiet voice, so only I would hear; Autumn did too though. I choked on my water and Autumn thumped me on the back. I stared at him, and he was smirking so much that I was surprised that his face didn't have stretch marks.

I began crying; I didn't want to kiss him, but if I didn't I was sure he would make up some fantasy story that Lucius would believe. I leaned toward him, still crying; unable to look at Fred who I was sure was watching.

"Leave her alone!" shouted Autumn, knocking Draco off his seat. I buried my face in my hands and ran off, feeling horrible and I was sure Fred was going to kill me.

*Autumn's Point of View*

"Leave her alone!" I shouted; knocking Draco off his seat. Alex buried her face in her hands and ran to the Slytherin Common Room. "I'm not going to stand by and watch you be an ******* by ruining her life because she has to do what you say!" I hissed. I felt someone tap my shoulder and I spun around. "WHAT!? Oh, sorry Fred."

"What was that about?" he asked; he looked angry.

"Listen, I can't tell you why she has to - and neither can Alex - but she has to do things Draco says, otherwise Draco will tell his dad, and something bad will happen," I said.

"But why can't she tell me?" asked Fred.

"It's a spell, she didn't know it had been placed on her; but it's not good. If she tries to tell anyone, it stops her from telling them. You saw it before; when you were showing her your new tricks, she tried to tell you and she ended up getting a bad pain in her head and fainted," I said. Fred's anger was replaced by concern.

"Can I go see her?" he asked.

"I guess," I said, leading him to the Common Room.

*Alex's POV*

I heard a knock on the door, but I payed it no attention. My face was in the pillow and I was crying. I heard the door open and I still payed no attention. I felt someone hugging me, well sorta, and I realized it wasn't Autumn.

"I understand if you want to yell at me, and even break up with me," I said lifting my face out of the pillow to say this.

"I'm not going to yell at you, and I'm definitely not breaking up with you," said Fred.

"You don't have to pretend," I said miserably, getting angry. I didn't like it when people did things just to make me feel better.

"I'm not," said Fred. I then just suddenly hugged him, crying again.

Chapter Fourteen
Pegusus

"Alex, what's the mat- what's he doing in here!?" said a voice from the door. I looked up and saw one of my friends that I hadn't seen on the train, Heib Zwart, in the doorway of the dormitories.

"In case you didn't notice, he's my boyfriend," I said coldly.

"But still, he's a Gryffindor," spat Heib. She was one of the Slytherins that despised the Gryffindors.

"Make your point, Zwart," I said. She scowled and walked back out. "Fred, you'd better go, you don't want to be late for your class."

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.

"I'll be fine, what class do you have first?" I asked him.

"Care of Magical Creatures," said Fred.

"Yay! I have that class too!" I squealed.

"Come on then," said Autumn. When we got out of the dormitories, I saw Draco in the common room, smirking. I walked right over to him.

"How dare you even show your face around me," I hissed venomously. I then punched him right in the eye. Fred and autumn pulled me away as I drew back my fist for another blow.

"Come on Alex, we got to get to class, and you'll end up in trouble if someone sees you doing that," said Autumn. I put down my arm, but I was still angry.


"Hagrid, is that -"

"it is! But where'd you get it!?" I asked, running up to Hagrid. Tethered near the pumpkin patch was a Pegasus. It's main and tail were golden and it had large, feathery wings that were white like the rest of it's body. And beside it was a foal, probably no older than two months.

"Tha's my secret," said Hagrid.

"Can I pet it?" I squealed. Hagrid looked at Fred, who nodded, I knew he was doing it to get my mind off Draco.

"All righ' jus' be careful," said Hagrid. I squealed and walked over to them. I reached out and patted the adult one's nose and it became less frightened of me.

"Your so pretty, and so's your foal," I said quietly. The Pegasus whinnied as though to agree. "She got a name?"

"No, never thought abou' givin' 'er or 'er foal one," said Hagrid.

"I wanna name them! Wait, is the foal a boy or girl, 'cause I'm not lookin' to find out," I said. This caused Fred and Autumn to start laughing.

"It's a colt," said Hagrid.

"Okay, then, she's Angel and he's Prince," I said.

Chapter Fifteen
"You can't fight, Malfoy!"

We had double Care of Magical creatures that morning, so I was satisfied. I loved horses in general, and usually went nuts when a Unicorn or Pegasus was mentioned.

We heard a cold drawling voice say, "Signed photo's? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?". We were leaving lunch and decided to go found Harry, Hermione, and Ron, just to chat.

We rounded the corner to find Draco behind a small, mousy-haired first year, Colin Creevey, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Everyone line up!" Draco roared to the crowed of people in the grounds. "Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!"

"Shut up Malfoy. What happened to your eye, Crabbe mistake you for someone else again?" said Ron.

"Weasley'd like a signed photo, Potter. It'd be worth more than his house," retorted Draco.

"You know, I can give you another black eye to match the one you've got already," I said in a calm voice, but he could tell I was ready to kill him.

"You got lucky last time, Holly," said Draco.

"No, you just can't fight, Malfoy. Pretty pathetic. Getting a black eye from a girl. I mean, you've got Crabbe and Goyle to fight for you," I said.

"I could beat you anytime, Holly," said Draco.

"I'd like to see you try," you said, clenching your fist, but Fred restrained you by holding onto the back of your robes. "Come on, free shot. I wont even hit you back," I offered.

"I'm not going to hit you, don't wanna make you cry," said Draco.

"Please, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard. Don't inflate that big head of yours anymore," I said. This made him angry. He went to punch me, but I grabbed hold of his fist. "Nice try, but, as I said, you're horrible at fighting. Let me show you how it's done," I said. I went to hit him, but suddenly Hermione snapped her book shut and said:

"Look out!" I let go of Malfoy's fist just as Lockhart rounded the corner. I scowled at him.

"What's all this, what's all this?" said Lockhart. "Who's giving out signed photos?"

Harry started to speak, but was cut off as Lockhart flung an arm around his shoulders and thundered jovially, "Shouldn't have asked! We meet again Harry!" I broke into a fit of giggles and leaned of Fred for support. Lockhart made Harry take a double photo, and then Harry hurriedly disappeared.


"You think he's mad at me?" I asked Autumn, as we sat down in the History of Magic class

"I doubt it," she said, taking a seat in front of me. She wanted me to put her hair up in different styles during this class, seeing as Professor Binns never payed any attention. By the time the class was over, I was giggling madly and Autumn was wearing cornrows.

"I learned one thing," said Autumn.

"What's that?" I asked, through giggles.

"I'm never letting you do my hair again," said Autumn.