Chapter 2

Harry stretched, feeling eyes on him. He opened his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. "Ya know, I could fix that for you." He fumbled around for his glasses before putting them on. He glanced around his room before stopping on the figure sitting on his desk. Alexia had on a knee length black skirt, a silver long-sleeved blouse and calf length black leather boots. Her hair was swept to one side and in a loose ponytail and her eyes lightly framed in black eyeliner with red glossy lips. "Huh? Fix what?" asked Harry. Alexia smirked. "Your eyesight. Severus is very good at potions." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Severus? Since when is he Severus?" "Since the end of fifth year. Now, do you want this or not?" Harry nodded excitedly as Alexia laughed at his expression. She hopped of the desk, landing lightly on the floor. Stepping over all the rubble she summoned a small vial with a flick of her wrist. "Where is your wand Al?" Harry asked as he lay on his back. "Under a lily." She replied as she sat on the bed near his head. "Take your glasses off Har-Bear. This is gonna hurt a lot ok." She leant over him and tipped three drops of the coal black potion onto his eyes. Harry shrieked and tried to rub his eyes. Alexia grabbed his hands and held them down at his sides. He rolled from side to side to try to get them free. Alexia sighed and straddled his lap. "Harry! Stop. I know it hurts, I know. But you have to stop. Just relax and stay calm." Harry shrieked in pain and fury and bucked his hips up to get Alexia off him. She stroked his hair and laid down on his side, with her head resting on his chest. "Shush. It will stop. Just sleep." He closed his eyes and fell into the darkness. Alexia laid there, her head on his chest thinking about her father. "Oh father. Look at the person you have reduced this man to. Look at the house he lives in, the clothes he wears. The scars and wounds he carries inflicted by his own family. Aren't we alike. Don't you agree father? Aren't we alike father?" she murmured. "Are you afraid Daddy? Are you afraid of me? Of Harry? Are you scared of what we can do together and alone? Do you know you have no power over us? Do you feel our pain? Our heartache at our losses? Our confusion, longing, love and happiness? Do you miss me father? Miss my presence? My eyes? My voice as it shouted obscenities at you? Do you love me? No, I don't think you do." A tear fell free and rolled down her cheek landing on Harry's chest. "I've always loved you father, and I probably always will. But you never cared. Never cherished my childish laughter. Never admired my first word. Nothing. I have no father. No family. Nothing that links me to you. You're nothing to me." As she dozed off to sleep she stared over at the only corner in the room that was bathed in full darkness. A pair of snake like crimson eyes stared back at her before disappearing with a sharp crack.