Authors' note: This chapter was written by Addie to give a bit of history to the character of Alexandra and explain her relationships with the other characters of this story. Special thanks to Addie for this chapter of the story.

Also, I know these chapters have been relatively short, but the next will be a bit longer, I promise.


The second she found out that James was gone, Alexandra Black had died. She died with him. She had always had a crush on the raven haired boy, but until their seventh year together, Alex didn't have the courage to say anything to him. The fact that James was Sirius' best friend didn't help any bit. During seventh year she had dated James, and was heartbroken when they broke it off, only to find out, and be invited to his wedding to Lily Evans. She knew it was Lily's doing, to make her jelous of the redhead, and it worked. She figured that James hadn't even known she was at the wedding until she had come up to pay her respects to the couple. A small smile to Sirius who was standing next to James, being the best man and all. She got a small sympathetic smile from her cousin before moving down the line a little, standing in front of James and Lily Potter. Her normally coloured hair was an unusual shade of normal blonde. Innocent, but heartbroken underneath. A small hug for Lily. Alex had never liked Lily, never at all. At Hogwarts, Lily had always given Alex a detention for nothing. Turning to James, Alex looked over him with sad, tearfilled eyes. A hug and a kiss on his cheek, with a 'Congratulations' spoken softly in his ear. She willed herself not to cry while she was standing in front of them. Nodding at the couple, Alex moved away from the crowds and apparated home where the tears had known a home in her pillow.

She didn't see James for a little over eight months. When she had finally met up with him again, it was by accident. She had been down in Diagon Alley, gathering some things for a new potion she was working on, and ran into him when she was walking out of Gringott's. He looked a little upset, so she lead him over to the ice cream parlor, bought the two of them a bowl (to split), and sat him down under a shaded tree to let him talk. Lily was pregnant with their son, and was spending more and more time preparing things at Godric's Hollow, and less and less time with him. The most he had seen Lily was at night when she was sleeping, or when she sent him out to get something.

The affair had started there. Under that tree, a small, innocent kiss ignighting the flames from years before. Only three people knew of it. Then two, after her cousin Cassandra killed herself after the battle that Fabian and Gideon had died in. After that, Samantha had died. From loosing Gideon was Alex's guess, but she never found out. She and Skye were the only ones left from the tight knit Ravenclaw girls that she had known since she was eleven. Or with Cassie, since she was born.

The affair they had lasted until the second he died. Somewhere, Alex knew what had happened. She had felt something like the bottom of her stomach fall out. She remembered being sick. She hadn't changed her hair colour since then. It had turned back to its natural pitch black shade that ran in her family. Two weeks after her lover had died, she was arrested for being a Death Eater, even though she was spying for the order. She and Skye were thrown into Azakaban without so much as a word to anyone who could get them out, set them free.

The first few days of prision life was when Alex started to turn into a ghost. Her black hair had lost its shine and bounce, she had become even more thin than before. Bags under her eyes had started to show up. All she could think about was how just a few cells down, that traitor of a cousin had broken her, turned her into the walking ghost she was. The food the guards had given her had been looked at once or twice, a nibble here a nibble there, but that was it. She didn't eat a lot. She didn't have it left in her to continue.

The first break she got as a prisinor, she remembered stepping outside of her cell, and her hands moving in front of her on their own, and some kind of magical bonds clasped around her wrists. She walked in line until she was outside, and the bonds were gone. Not even bothering to soothe her thin wrists from the slight burn from the cuffs, she started to walk a slow zombie-like pace. Skye had caught up to her and walked with her. Her only friend left.

Stopping when she spotted the familer raven haired man leaning against the wall, Alex took a minute to look over her cousin. Sirius looked like he hadn't smoked in weeks. His peircings had been taken out, and she knew that the many colourful, twisting tattoos that covered his body were hidden by magic, most likely before he got here. Growling, she charged over the man who had killed her and made her a shell. She felt hands around her, pulling her back, but she kept on fighting, breaking free. She didn't get a chance to get to Sirius, the dementors had swooped over to where she was, took her by the arms and took her back inside, putting her in her cell once again. That was fine with her. She liked her cell more. It was comforting in an odd way. Sitting down on the cot she had called her bed, she picked up the small stone she had been using and made another mark on the wall. It had been three weeks since her lover had died, and to tell the truth, she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to make it herself.