Disclaimer: I do NOT own the beautiful characters from J.K Rowling's story 'Harry Potter'. Now, this story takes place in 6th year—The Half Blood-Prince; before everything went haywire and crazy like in the 7th. I hope you enjoy the story.

"You lied to me. Why?"

"I had to,"

PROLOGUE.

"It's time to go off to Hogwarts, darling." Her voice screeched through the halls. For some reason, even when she was merely talking, Bellatrix had a way of annoying people with her voice. Upstairs, a young girl with bright blue eyes and dark black hair sighed. "Coming, mother." Her slender arm was lifted, wand in hand—with a simple flick of it, her cart had disappeared to the living room, owl in it's cage and all.

Her footsteps were heard and her mother stood before her with a snarl, "Why did you have to get sorted into the wrong house?" She was supposed to be in Slytherin; like the rest of her family. However, Ravenclaw had become her home, "I happen not to mind, mother," the jet black haired girl pushed past her and reached the end of the stairs.

"Alexandra Tabitha Lestrange, please know who you are talking to before you take such a tone."

"Of course, mother. Forgive me."

Platform 9 ¾ - here she was again; for the 6th year in a row. "Another year…" She mumbled to herself. Bellatrix hadn't seen her off. After that little spat—she had no reason to, anyhow. Her back leaned against the cobbled structure; all her belongings were before her. Her eyes darted from down one side of the platform to the other; no familiar faces and to this—she shrugged it off, "Hm."

"Excuse me, do you mind if I stand by you?" Her neck whipped as fast as humanly possible, only to come face to face with the same color of blue eyes,

"Oh Harry!" The first bit of enthusiasm from her in days. "I… I missed you."

"I missed you more, I bet."

This caused her to scoff, "Blasphemy." She waved him off before grinning, "Are you over your little crush with Cho Chang?" Her eyes batted and she snickered.

Letting Mr. Potter live that down? Never. Now as the two stood together, she nibbled on her lower lip and sighed. How long could she keep it up? This friendship of hers—it was wrong… to the company she was forced to keep. It didn't seem right. She didn't…. belong. And she happened to catch onto this way beforehand.

"Quit thinking… the train's here." And before another word was muttered, she was off with her belongings. Her and Harry shared a glance before going their separate ways; which pained them so. Hermione never trusted Alexis in the first place, never liked her either. However, Alex saw why. She was smarter than her, Ron was goo-goo eyed over here in 4th year. To top it all off—she pulled a prank where a chocolate frog exploded in her face during Potions.

Hermione held her head high, walking into the classroom and taking her seat next to then-nobody Lavender Brown. She looked down, seeing a chocolate frog and her eyes seemed to expand more than normal.

Across the room, Alex sat there, her eyes fully fixed on what was going on. Cho stared at her partner in disgust at the fact that she'd pull such a prank, "Get over it Chang." Her eyes rolled, obviously annoyed that the girl would even stare at her in such a way. It was a joke. Get. Over. It.

A yelp was sounded, chocolate all over the poor face of Miss Hermione Granger. "Ahh!" She began to sob. That's when Alex felt bad, and as she was gonna check on her.

"See what you did?" Cho had to suddenly step in. And since Harry liked her, he took her side during the time.

"Give me a fucking break."

That was not the best of times, and she did apologize. She never did that—and Granger should have appreciated that much, but no. She ended up being bitchy. Harry kept distance for the sake of his other friendships, which Alex completely understood. She kept her distance because of her family; now she was stuck with Malfoy in his cart, even though she was in Ravenclaw—her mother made Draco her 'bodyguard' and the two constantly bickered.

Entering, he scoffed immediately. He must want a fight this early in the day, "That's not the proper way to greet family."

"You're not my family." He'd always stated—with a large amount of serious in his eyes, even.

"Bite me." She rolled her eyes and sat off in the distance. As always each ride was going to be filled with Pansy wishing to kiss Draco; Crabbe and Goyle being the "The Stooges" (short one man, of course).

Then there was Blaise. His silent stares pissed her off. "Bug off, yeah?" She spit harsh words, and he'd snicker and avert his gaze. Every. Fucking. Time.

Why was she in this family again?