Hello everyone! This is the first chapter to my story, Triquetra. I hope all of you like it; I had a fun time writing it. Though the story is serious, it will have humor to it—I'm not abandoning my first version of this story. So, read and review please!

Mountain Lily


Story Title: Triquetra

Chapter Number: One

Title: In the Meeting

Summary: Alex has a discussion with the Head of Senate.

Disclaimer: I don't not own Harry Potter or any thing that goes with it, just a few characters.


"This war will force you to do great things, Alexandria."

The Words of the Head of Senate replayed itself through Alex's head again and again. Sighing, she pushed away her clean plate, walking p to her room in the leaky cauldron. Her shoulder hurt with a dull pain that insisted to stay, and as she rubbed it thought back to the previous days. Was it her fault that she wanted to help those Muggles? Surely, she wasn't supposed to let them get killed?

Unlocking the door to her room, she walked in and closed the door, falling on her bed. "Things I do to make people happy," Alexandria thought tiredly. As She drifted off, she dreamt of the days past.


A week ago


It was April, and Claude had just agreed to hold a meeting with Lord Voldemort, and His Death eaters. In Hawaii, The Circle had a feeling that they would be the best choice, and was discussing it in the grand room. Alexandria didn't feel that way and in rebellion, decided she wouldn't participate in this, because her voice would be ignored any way.

Waiting patiently by the Large oak doors, Alexandria leaned back in her seat, looking at a lock of her hair. "Split-ends…" Just then the doors opened, and the members walked out their dark purple and gold rimmed cloaks in a flutter. They were talking in excited whispers, and she assumed the worse.

"Please tell me you didn't!"

Her loud words, as usual fell on deaf ears until her sisters and Claude came out. There were seven of them walking slowly. Her eldest sister Lynn Williams was tall with thick course black hair in braids, with dark brown skin. Then there were the identical twins Ashley and Latrice who were caramel skinned, wavy black hair with dark as the night eyes. Latrice had short hair while Ashley kept her's long and to her rear. Then there was her half sister, Adrianna. She was pale skinned with dead strait pure black hair and hazel eyes. Then, there were her triquetra sisters, Kiko Fushiwara, and Genevieve McDouglas.

Kiko was medium height, with shoulder length dark brown hair. Her eyes were slanted and the darkest brown ever, and was slender and flexible. Genevieve was tall, red haired and freckled. Both wore royal blue robes identical to Alexandria's, and had black stitching. Claude was in the center of the group, short and gray haired, with blue eyes. She wore long Green robes with a bent pointed hat. She had been getting on in her years, wrinkles appearing more and more in her face. They all had turned to look at her, most with anger.

Genevieve was the first to speak. "What is wrong with you? Walking out during a meeting? They'll kick you out-" "Which means Kiko and you will be too, yes I know, Vivi." Alexandria responded. Genevieve's round face turned pink in anger, and before she could speak, Latrice and Lynn yelled at her as well.

"Have you lost your mind?"

"They will banish you!"

"Do you know how this makes me and Darren look?"

Alex frowned looking around. While those three were yelling at her, Kiko and Ashley were frowning, shaking their heads, while Adrianna had a look of indifference. Claude was the one to cut in, saving her from their vengeance. "While what she was wrong, young one, Yelling makes it no better." They immediately quieted, looking away. Alex bit her lip in nervous habit, and smoothed her robes out. "I don't care. I don't support that—I mean killing Muggles with out reason? Come on now—Vivi your muggleborn! How would you like it if they came and just killed you parents?"

Genevieve looked angry again, narrowing her eyes. "My parents do nothing wrong." Alex nodded. "Exactly my point, see? You all are hypocrites..." Now, Ashley spoke up. "But little sister, as well we might be that, you still don't walk out on a meeting. There is no excuse for that! There are ways to have you opinion heard—" "No body cares about what I say!" Alex exclaimed hotly, looking at her sister. "Everyone always ignores me!" Adrianna coughed softly, and look at her. "No one will pay attention either if you act like a child…." "Alex narrowed her eyes at her little sister. " Your one to talk, your 17! You just got accepted!"

"And I'm already at your rank. You could be with Lynn, Darren and the others if you'd shut up!" Alex ears grew hot, and she walked to Adrianna. "You think so?"

"I know so."

A deep smooth male voice turned everyone towards a tall black man an earring and brown eyes. He was Darren, her oldest brother, head of their family. Alex looked up to him, and always was sitting under him when she was younger, but as she was getting older, she was starting to resent him.

"Hi, Darren." Darren frowned at Alexandria. "You disappoint me Alex. Do you always have to be so---"

"Ignorant?"

Adrianna's voice rang out. Alex glared at her, flipping the finger, while Darren shook his head. "No, disrespectful." Alex looked at the ground. "They are willing to let Muggles die, Darren…" "But there is a way that you let people hear your see of the story. Don't be stupid. You know the rules." Smoothing Alex's hair, he gave a small smile. "It will be fine."

Claude sighed mentally. She did not want to do his but… "There will still be a meet with Lord Voldemort. We will see his intentions and see if we will help them." Alex made no comment of then, her shoulders slumping.


Rolling over, Alex scratched her head. Now, the meeting….


It was horrible. She could still smell the dampness of the air as they walked into a clearing in the woods. Mud had gotten all over her shoes, and the ends of her robes. She could help but curse at the ruined clothes. "Quiet sister. They're coming now. Don't say a word. These are shady people," Kiko whispered, grabbing her wand. She was always so suspicious of people.

"Elder Claude. The whispers do not match the power you hold."

The smooth and calm voice of Voldemort sounded out in the night. About a dozen Death eaters were behind him- there were about twenty Circle members.

Alex shivered in her sleep as she remembered Voldemort's eyes go over all of them, his sticking to Kiko a second to long. Claude noticed this." I did not come here for you to try and flatter me, Lord Voldemort. I came to talk about the War." "Yes, apparently so. That must be why you brought so many. …Gaurds?" Claude chuckled and walked forward, her standing in front of him. "One cannot be too careful in these times."

Lord Voldemort smiled, to the disapproval of Alex. His teeth, no his looks gave her the chills. She didn't want to be there. "Careful." She heard Adrianna murmur in the distance; she was watching someone.

A Death Eater.

Alex, arms still in her robes, grabbed for her wand slowly. Two of the hooded and masked people noticed this, them doing the same.

"There's no reason for hostility, young one."

Alex remembered the tightening of Genevieve's hand around hers. Lord, it was…freighting. How could she be so afraid of a mostly dead man?

Looking around. Alex saw Claude's eyes boring into hers. "Release your wand," doing so, Alex moved to the back of the group. There'd be trouble for that. The rest of the meeting seemed an unclear blur. What she did remember how ever, was the sound of her brother Eric getting hit with a spell.

Her blood was boiling.

Adrenaline was pumping.

But they had to run.

They'd used the hidden port key nearby to leave. Those idiots don't know what they missed. It wouldn't help fighting now; even with their numbers- there was a time, and a place for those things.

Though that didn't stop her and Genevieve from trying to hurt them.


Stretching out, Alex moved her hair from her face. Now when she's found out about those Muggles….


In reality, she didn't even know if she'd really heard it. She was With Lynn, looking for a place to stay, in an apartment complex when she heard something of Muggles. She knew or a fact Muggles didn't say 'Muggles'. So, where was that witch or wizard?

Looking around, she could barely hear anything any more, with all that music….

"Yes…here, at midnight. Yes, it would be a wake up call, wouldn't it?"

Alex looked around, grabbing her sister. "Did you hear that?" Lynn looked at her like she was crazy. "No…. why?" Alex looked at Lynn. If she told her, it would be to late to get to them. Where was that person?

The was a muggle talking on a cell phone, a man looking at a coin, a woman with three kids---

Wait? Who looks at a coin? Hiding behind the corner of the hallway, Alex knew she just heard that man talk. But there wasn't anyone around! "Bing-go.." she whispered. Tugging on her jeans she walked up to the man. "Hi….would you be the owner of this building?" The man sneered at her. Well, boy, actually, cause he looked around her age. Blond hair, gray eyes… was that a patch with a snake on it? Lord…she just knew she saw it move.

"What is it you want?"

He had to be a wizard.

But before she could react Lynn was pulling her away. "Leave him alone, Alex." Then that night after Lynn had settled the apartment arrangement, she went out to check.


"Wake up Alexandria."

Alex jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Ahh-" "Shh, Alex." Wiping her eyes, Alex recognized the voice of Ashley. "Oh, hey Shi Shi." Ashley put her finger to her mouth. "Shhh. Claude wants to talk to you." Sitting up, Alex saw all of her family and her triquetra sisters in her small room. "How do you all fit?" Eric rolled his eyes. He had hazel eyes and smooth brown skin he was on the short side and was an Auror, like her.

"Listen to Claude."

There the only one sitting in a chair, Claude sat her hands folded in her lap. Her thin lips were in a strait line, usually a sign of anger for Claude's usually happy demeanor.

"You've gotten what you want, Alexandria. We are siding with the Order of the Phoenix-"

"That's not what I wanted! Its just those Muggles-"

Claude narrowed her eyes. "Let Claude speak, Alex!" hissed Latrice. Rolling her eyes, Alex looked at Claude. Clearing her throat, she began to speak.

"As I said, we're siding with the Order of the Phoenix. The leader, I presume is a woman named Minerva McGonagall. You'll be meeting her along with the rest of the organization, in a week. Until then, you'll be staying here to work in the Auror's office in the ministry—since we don't want this war spreading. You're to behave. I don't know how much I have to stress that to you. You'll be our representative to the world, so act like a spoiled child-"

"I understand, Claude."

Claude narrowed her eyes again. "No, you don't. But, I'm giving you my faith that you'll try." Alex frowned. Surely, she didn't act like a spoiled child! After all she'd been through… "Alexandria?" Looking up, she grimaced as she saw Claude's lips go into a strait line. "You will be reporting to us every week. If all goes well, more people from the circle will come—first and for most your triquetra sisters. Understand?"

Nodding Alexandria subconsciously rubbed her sides. "Yes…." Getting up, Claude went to leave, everyone starting to leave. "Make sure you explain the triquetra. I want you to explain that first." More of a statement than a question, Alex just nodded, falling back on her bed. "Bye…"

"Oh, don't worry—we're going to eat. Heard the food is good…" Her brother Eric said, in a laugh. "We'll be gone by noon though."

"Uh-huh…"

Looking around, she saw Kiko and Genevieve sitting in her room. "You guys are staying?" Genevieve nodded, Kiko to busy messing with a candle fire. "Well, we are supposed to stay with you, Alex. You know what happens if we're separated…." Rolling her eyes, Alex gave up on taking a nap. "Yeah yeah, weaken powers, life straining …"

Genevieve flicked her Red hair over her shoulder. "Alex, do not take this lightly. Why have you been acting like this…since…"

"Ouch!" Kiko grumbled as she sucked on her finger. She'd burnt herself on the candle. "Pyro-child…. And I haven't acted different since then. What are you talking about?"

Kiko narrowed her eyes, sticking out her tongue. "Yes you have—you act all…aggravated and jumpy…." Huffing Alexandria went to dig through her drawer mocking Kiko's slight accent. "Yeah, well what ever. Come on guys, how would you guys act if that happened to y'all?"

Genevieve scratched her head, falling back on Alexandria's bed. "Dunno. Then again, I won't be anywhere in Romania messin' around with Dragons--" "It was for Auror Training! Its not like I could just not do and--" "You know, there a difference between helping and causing trouble." Kiko interrupted, looking out a window. Her long hair sat on her shoulder from a ponytail. Muffling a scream with her socks, Alex stormed into the bathroom. "Shut up! I only tried to help!"

In the bathroom, Alex turned on the water, in a fit. Everyone thought she was such a klutz, or nothing but anger, even when she tried to be helpful. That day, In Romania she was helping her mentor with the people studying dragons there to capture a stray. It was easy, until she angered the thing. Turns out that it had eggs, and she'd unknowingly destroyed one- cause the thing to chase her and the people trying to subdue it around until it was captured.

Of course, she wasn't scratch free- in fact she was in the hospital from getting clawed on the side, across her stomach, an had gotten burns on her legs. It was horrifying. She at first didn't think she was going to live. Her mentor had decided that after her he'd be retiring permanently.

Of course, when she had come home, she was jumpy and irritable- of everyone fussing over her. But, she was happy to be back. She'd just needed a vacation. That was it. A vacation.

Washing up, Alex stepped up and looked at her self in the mirror. The scars were jagged looking, and a bit swollen—maybe because of all this recent activity. Her burn marks, on her legs were dark and rough compared to her smooth tanned kin. At first, when she'd got out of the hospital, she was horrified, but now, she realized this was a part of her.

"Beautiful."

But there was someone she'd never forget the man from Romania; a red headed man. Charlie. That was his name. He was the cause of all the bad luck; if he'd just let them watch that male dragon sleep….

Alexandria shook that though from her mind. It was irrelevant now.


Harry rubbed his face as he saw the Daily Prophet. This was ridiculous. The war. The Academy. The everything. "He should be dead by now,"

He was Harry James Potter.

The Boy Who Lived.

Defied and 'killed' Lord Voldemort once, but not twice. Not for another five years. Many lives had been taken, and Harry felt almost at a stump at how to kill him; He had no time to get The Horcruxes… everything was starting to take a toll.

Since he'd come of age, He'd become, rich with money from his parents and Sirius. Not to mention the number of houses the Blacks owned thought The United Kingdom and Australia. It was perfect. It was Easy to house the newer people of the Order, and to safe house others. It seemed, even though they'd been more or less protecting people than fighting Death Eaters, things were starting to go right.

But now, with that girl, Alexandria coming along…things was starting to look bad. He had heard that The Circle and Lord Voldemort had met, but the outcome of it hadn't leaked out yet. He couldn't help but feel something bad was going to happen.

Sitting on the couch in the den, Harry looked at the Daily Prophet. "Even more deaths,"

"What?"

Harry turned to see Hermione arms full of books coming in. "More deaths, 'Mione. Here let me help." Hermione let out a sight of relief as Harry took half of the books. "Thank you. Lord, you just don't know how much work they give us…" Harry laughed, as Hermione took off her cloak- the word Unspeakable went across the back as she three it over the arm of the chair.

Hermione had taken the Prophet and read it, shaking her head. "Things are getting even more dangerous…" Harry smiled as Hermione went through the whole paper. Her once thick, curly hair had become smoother, being very wavy instead of bushy. Her face had thinned a bit, her teeth was the same but her body now had curves that she hid under mounds of clothes. Hermione had become an Unspeakable despite the dangers it held for her. It was a known fact that all Unspeakables had their own Auror to protect them, just in case.

"There's another message from 'The Circle'…" Harry looked at her.

"What did it say?"

Harry had remained for the most part the same. He still kept his Glasses; though his hair was a bit longer, and if you looked close enough, you could see strands of gray in his head. His eyes were still a vibrant green; though they were a bit more guarded now. He had also gotten muscles from training as an Auror; not bulky, but noticeable muscles when he took his shirt off or if he lifted things. He'd also lost his some of his boyishness he had once held; his face was a bit sharper, lips a bit thinner. But he'd gotten a little bitter about things (the Horcruxes especially).

"Well, I got it from McGonagall two days ago. She had wrote that we would be having a meeting with a representative from their group today at our meeting-"

"I'd say they're more of a second Ministry. Representative? They might send a army general or something…"

Ron had scratched his scalp as he walked in his hair flaming red and longer now. It was quite thick and his Brown eyes seemed to sparkle. Ron's lanky frame had built out as he grew up, now at 6'3", Ron's hair, however, had grown well past his ears (much to his mums' dismay). Ron sat down on the couch.

Harry let out a laugh while Hermione shook her head. "Honestly, lets be serious about this. Their no joke." Ron shook his head, but wiping the smile from his face. "Yeah, but have you met any of them? Let 'lone heard of them before? Me and Ginny-"

"-Ginny and I Ronald-"

"Right, Ginny and I asked around in the street today. Everyone is as clueless as us."

"Ron, what? Don't ask around! We're getting enough attention as it is…."

Harry just sat and looked at his best friends. Nothing had really changed, between them. Besides the fact of Ron and Hermione's relation ship things went on as normal now. They still argued regularly, Hermione was still quite intelligent and had need for books; Ron's manners in eating hadn't changed either.

"Harry?"

A voice high and loud called for Harry in the door. It was Emma Woodson, A transfer American Auror. Tall and blonde she was a definite bombshell with brawn and brains as well. "The meeting is about to start," she said, holding a stack of papers, "I'm about to put this up. Hurry up and go down there!"


They were still there. The Order of the Phoenix, as it was still here. All the old members there like Mundungus, Molly, and Arthur; but there were new members as well; As in the whole younger generation had joined (Much to the dismay of Molly) with few others.

Though things were as bad as it was in the first war, there was hope for things to get better. Voldemort was worming his way into control of the Ministry; Kingsley said that for his self; a witness of corruption seen in Aurors he worked with.

But there was hope, with The Circle. They had offered a hand in friendship after their meeting with Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters didn't work; now, Dumbledore and everyone one else saw this moment as the only moment; it was now or never to get their support. They were to powerful to pass up.

Now, the meeting in the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, was taking place. Everyone sat in silence waiting for the meeting to start; and soon they were so busy that that they'd almost forgotten about the circle.

Almost.

Emma had come in late, looking around. She stopped and looked at her watch, then to a puzzled Ron. "What's wrong?"

Emma looked at McGonagall, and then rubbed her forehead. "Where's the rep from The Circle?"

That question had startled everyone to quietness.

Where was the representative?


Well, everyone, what do you think? Please, review!

Mountain Lily