Hello, this is my first fan-fiction so please go easy on me! For any mistakes please send a review and I will correct them. English isn't my first language so again please go easy on me! This is an Introduction to the character because it's an OC and I felt like a mini bio is gonna slowly put you in the mood of the character ! Thank you for reading and I really hope you like it!

I do not own the Harry Potter series all rights belong to the Writing God J K Rowling

Alicia Godric was a pureblood witch and her house is Slytherin, she excelled at Potions, DADA ,Ancient Runes and combat training (Needed for Aurorship) . Though a Slytherin she was very proud to have many friends in Gryffindor. Her best friends were the Weasley twins, Fred and George, since they met on the train at the Platform 9 ¾. And when Harry Potter arrived 2 years later with his band of two misfits, she always tried to keep an eye on them because trouble always seemed to find them. Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't a true Slytherin or that she wasn't friends with Slytherins, on the contrary, even though some of them called her a blood-traitor she was feared amongst them. She was cunning, ruthless and knew exactly how to put someone back at their place with just a few words. A trade she learned at a very young age from her uncle Lucius Malfoy, he was third cousin to her father and they had a close relationship.

Before she met Hermione Granger, she believed like many other pureblood children that muggleborn (mudbloods) had stolen their magic and they weren't capable to achieve greatness therefor they might as well be eliminated. After she met her and started to getting to know her a little better, she saw the girl under a new light, even at 11 years old she would keep up a conversation better than any other Alicia had ever met in school. Something she regreted telling Draco, who thought his cousin/friend had finally lost it because she hang out with so many Gryffindors' their fight or better fights lasted at least 2 months. Even thought they stopped fighting, their opinions on the matter where completely different and that had put a bit of strain between them, something they ignored until her final year (for the sake of the story wizards or witches who wanted to be Auror had a 8th year as a practitioner Auror) and Draco 6th year when Voldemort gave him a mission.

Caring as she was towards him, she ask, no she begged him, to let her help him or at least tell her what the mission was about. He would snap at her, yell at her and would call her many many … many names, she wouldn't back away though she knew she had become his "punching-bag" for a lack of better word but that didn't matter to her, he was drowning in sorrow and fear and if Slytherin had something to be proud about was the protection of their own. She didn't know how many times she had fought for his behalf with the Golden Trio, or Duo because Hermione would act as a mediator and a peacemaker for the other three. Then she had her world turned up side down, Dumbledore was dead and people around school were saying that Draco Malfoy was his murderer, later the same day she visited Harry at the Hospital Wing and told her that the actual murderer was Severus Snape. At that information she fainted.

Days later she was at the Godric Manor in her room, contemplating whether she could fight at the war and which side she could take. Her family's and their beliefs which where nowhere near her own or at her friends' side because she didn't want her muggleborn friend Hermione to die? Could she turn her back to her best friends, her brothers at heart so she would't lose her family? Could she abandon her family and become a blood-traitor for her friends? Maybe Draco was right, maybe she had lost it, things wouldn't have been so complicated if someone had put her in HER place. Her place ? Where was her place ? Dark or Light ? Evil or Good ? Power or Weakness ? Hate or Love ? Her head was going to explode, she was actually close to have a panic attack, she tried breathing steadily while counting numbers, her heartbeat growing faster and faster bringing tears in her eyes. A knock on her window made her snap out for her torture, she turned around and saw Malfoys' eagle, Moreau.

Excellent! she thought and walked to her window to let the eagle in. He flew in and settled at her desk like many times before, she gave the pretty bird a treat and caressed his head before taking the letter off his leg. Apparently the Malfoys' waiting for her reply because Moreau didn't make a move to leave, she examined the letter and she used her wand to examine for any malicious intend when she was satisfied that it was safe to open it she started reading it. She was a bit shocked but relieved that Narcissa had send her that letter saying she was welcome to visit his home and let them explain the situation to her and that she was saddened to learn how depressed she was over the death of the Headmaster. At the time, she was so thankful for that letter that she didn't have to think about her answer, she took a piece of paper from her desk thanking Narcissa for her invitation and that she would be there the next day at noon for dinner. She gave Moreau the letter and watched him flew away.

First, she joined her parents in the parlor sitting room to tell them about her visit the next day at the Manor. Her father, Constantine Godric looked pleased but remained silent for most of the conversation something he always did when her mother, Violetta Godric née Burke, and herself were having a talk. Constantine was a lean man with short black hair, very tall and had a very very Slytherin face his eyes always hide behind his glasses and only moved to either sneer or smirk to someone. On the other hand Violetta like Alicia had a deceitful face, meaning their faces were angelic, their hair blonde and wavy, soft to the touch and their innocent green eyes made them irresistible to both male and female, and made them forget of their Slytherin status. In more way than other Constantine and Violetta were as much of a power couple as Lucius and Narcissa if not more since the imprisonment of Lucius and their shift to higher rankings of Voldemort's followers.

Getting ready the next day for her visit, she realized she was very anxious to the point of shaking but for the first time she didn't listen to her instinct and blamed it to the misinformation she was getting from her friends. She wore her favorite Slytherin skirt a little short but still elegant, her favorite black turtle neck with no sleeves and her black knee-high boots. She applied some make up for a natural glow and step to the dinning room to greet her parent before she left. She kissed her mother and father on the cheeks and went to wear her black robes that was in the stand close the fireplace and Floo over to the Malfoy Manor. Stepping out of the fireplace into the Manor's parlor her anxiety was making her sweat but her schooled features never gave it away. She looked around the room and saw Narcissa approach her looking like a shell of herself with a fake smile. The hugged each other giving each other a kiss on the cheeks, she felt her favorite aunt tremble in her arms, confused she moved her two of fingers on the older woman's chin looking straight into her eyes, silently asking her what's was going on. Narcissa's eyes felled with unshed tears and looked away embarrassed. The next words out of her mouth made Alicia realize her mistake of not trusting her instincts.

"He is here"

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