Sorry it's taken me so long to update, but it's been so busy lately. I've had so much course work to complete, thats all done for now...so far anyway I didn't have much time to write but I finished it eventually. Then on friday I was so ill, I could hardly get out of bed, I slept the entire time and then on Saturday it was my little brother's birthday so it couldn't be helped really so sorry about that. Ok so as I said i'm basing it more on the book, but I want to write it more from Ron or Hermione's prospective because I think that will make it a little more different, of course not everything is the same that would just be boring.

Chapter 3 – The Incubus Dream

Alex often found herself sat alone in the lair, cuddling up into a blanket letting her mind wander from time to time sitting in silence for hours on end, she hadn't been herself since the incident she barley ate, slept or talked to anyone. A feeling of emptiness and despair took hold of her and wouldn't go away. Hobbies and friends didn't interest Alex like they used to, she just felt exhausted all the time and just getting through the day was mostly overwhelming. She felt lifeless, empty, and apathetic. Life for the Russo's was quiet without Alex being up to her usual mischievous activities but strangely everyone was missing the old Alex. Alex decided to make her way up to her room she hadn't been in there for a while it lay in its demolished disordered scene, blood still strained into the carpet. Alex gulped edging into her room, it didn't feel like a sanctuary anymore. Bizarrely Alex began to clean her room, soon there was no evidence of an attack in the now spotless room, it hadn't been like this for an inevitable amount of time. Alex sat on her now made bed, when out the corner of her eye her attention focused of a sleek black wand poking out of the end of the bed. She picked it up tenderly letting it role in her hands, it was her Hogwarts wand, the wand that could have saved Mason's life, if she had not been so careless maybe he would still be alive. Anger filled Alex from within and suddenly she thrust the sleek black wand across her room aggressively making it clank against her wall, it sparked dropping to the floor.

"What was that?" Justin called pushing open Alex's door and peering around the room his jaw dropping at the astonishing sight before his eyes.

"Whoa, you cleaned your room," Justin continued stepping further into the now spotless room.

"Right," Alex muttered laying on her bed, her back to Justin. Justin picked up Alex's wand which was the only object of out place in her room.

"Why did you hurl this across the room? You could have broken it." Justin said softly placing it on her bedside desk.

"I don't care," Alex replied rudely glaring at Justin.

"Well you can't get a new one…Mr. Ollivander has gone missing," Justin added morosely starring out of Alex's window. Alex sat up watching Justin for a moment, he always seemed worried nowadays.

"Justin, do you think it's safe anymore?" Alex inquired latching onto the thought herself, were they really safe anymore? Justin sighed turning and looking into Alex's eyes.

"No, you saw what happened the other day, nowhere is safe." Justin pointed out gravely now perching on the edge of Alex's bed. Alex pondered for a moment.

"Justin are you scared?" Alex finally asked after a few moments of silence.

"Honestly? Yes…" Justin acknowledged Alex's worry taking hold of her hand.

"But mostly for you," Justin continued not meeting Alex's gaze.

"Scared for me how do you mean?" Alex inquired aghast, why would Justin be scared for her surely he feared for his own safety?

"Alex…never mind," Justin sighed getting up from the bed and heading towards the door.

"Justin!" Alex called following suit and taking hold of his arm.

"What is it, I want to know," Alex coaxed, looking pleadingly into Justin's green eyes. Justin sighed in frustration, gulping.

"Mason wasn't here when Greyback came…he was after you." Justin released his arm from Alex's grasp leaving Alex fixed in that position. Justin was right, Greyback wasn't after Mason he was after her, Mason had died for her…now her loved ones were going to keep on dying until Voldemort got what he wanted, it was only a matter of time before they came after her again, who would be next…there couldn't be a next time. Alex quickly snatched her wand from her bedside table heading into the lair, her family wouldn't think anything of it, and she usually stayed in there for hours on end usually sleeping in the recliner chair. She wasn't going to allow anyone else to die for her, not this time she had to do something.


Harry landed outside the Burrow beaming up at the six leveled house, this was one of the best places in the world Harry through to himself smiling up at the dim lights coming from the Burrow. Harry got to the door knocking lightly.

"Who's there?" Mrs. Weasley called from behind the door, Harry frowned for a moment.

"It's Harry Potter," Harry called back, the door opened slightly but quickly closed before he could get through the door. There was a low sound of arguing when Harry recognised the voice of his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Remus Lupin.

"When was the first time you met, I Remus Lupin?" He called, Harry smiled confidently.

"In my third year on the Hogwarts Express, you saved me from a Dementor." Harry answered, the door swung open revealing Lupin and Mrs. Weasley smiling at him pleasantly. The short, plump ginger woman beamed at him pulling him into a tight embrace before ushering him over to the empty dinner table and setting him down a steaming hot bowl of soup. Harry ate his soup hungrily burning his throat in the process making his eyes water. He glanced up at the familiar faces surrounding him, Lupin, Tonks, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stared at him across the table. Harry ate silently trying to avoid the stares of the adults surrounding him. As soon as Harry had finished his soup Mrs. Weasley whisked it away telling Harry to go upstairs to bed immediately, Harry didn't even get the chance to see Ron or Hermione. Clambering into his bed and falling in to a light sleep.


Harry was once more in a dimly lit room although he was on the floor, he tried to look up but the sight of the person standing over him was masked in silhouette, He stared at the shoes of the mystery person, unable to decipher whether they were male or female, the black and white hi-top converses were battered and dirty as if they'd been worn so many times, it had to be someone young Harry thought to himself. A voice spoke high and cold, for some reason Harry was drawn to it. "Nagini" It hissed, Harry followed the voices call looking up at the familiar face that Harry never wanted to see.

"Make our guest, feel at home." The voice of Voldemort, Harry's arch enemy hissed, Harry obeyed wrapping himself around the mystery persons legs, they struggled slightly trying to keep balance, the legs were thin and long, he listened while Voldemort spoke.

"You wish to help take part in the task?" Voldemort asked a smile appearing on his pearly white face, Harry watched as Voldemort played with the wand between his long, slim white fingers as if teasing. The silhouette nodded in agreement, but this was not what Lord Voldemort wanted, in a voice too calm and too nice for Voldemort he continued.

"Speak, I asked you a question." Although it was an order he had given his words were calm and collected.

"I wish to complete the task if any other shall fail." The muffled voice answered, Harry looked up from the floor trying to catch and glimpse of his capture, but the light in the room was so bad, it was almost impossible to see anything at all. Harry heard the sound of heavy foot steps, emerging from the gloom smiling evilly, Fenrir Greyback appeared, Voldemort held out his pale white hand stopping Greyback in his tracks, Harry felt the person above him tense up this person was either scared or angry at the sight of Greyback or both.

"The girl came at her own accord." Voldemort continued coldly, he had obviously read something in Greybacks mind.

"You are still unworthy." Voldemort continued Greyback stared at the girl and back to Voldemort.

"Please, my Lord.! Greyback begged.

"Silence! You, incompetent, ignoramus!" Voldemort scolded turning sharply to look at Greyback, whose head hung low. Greyback departed from the dimly lit room disappearing into the blackness.


Hermione stared at Harry sleeping, his body twitching, his forehead sweating, Hermione reached out her hand feeling Harry's forehead checking his temperature, at this he jerked from his sleep blinking rapidly.

"Hermione," He breathed in a sign of relief, Hermione handed Harry his glasses, as soon as he had slipped them onto his nose Hermione came in to focus, Her brushy brown hair tied back into a loose pony-tail, brown eyes expressing a look of concern.

"Is everything ok Harry?" Hermione asked her eyes scanning over him, Harry sat up nodding slightly, straightening his glasses.

"You were talking in your sleep." Hermione continued looking at him expectantly, she wanted an answer, Harry was unable to reply his eyes avoiding Hermione's gaze.

"Everything is fine" Harry assured, lying, he didn't feel like talking to Hermione about his dreams he knew she'd only tell him that sometimes they meant nothing and other times he needed to think about them more.

"It's happening again isn't it?" Hermione questioned her eyes still permanently fixed on Harry.

"The dreams and visions." Hermione continued gravely, Harry didn't know why he even tried to keep things from Hermione, she knew him so well. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Harry you have to remember that not all of these things are true." Hermione urged as if nagging him like a mother would, Hermione always played the mothering figure, Harry didn't know what he would do without her sometimes. Harry looked over Ron laying in his bed propped up on his elbow supporting his head sleepily on his hand. He seemed to express no concern probably still half asleep, he smoothed back his red hair, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"When did you get here Harry?" Ron grunted after a long stretch and a loud yawn. Harry smiled at his best friend.

"Last Night." Harry answered. Hermione rose from the side of Harry's bed striding over to the window and pulling the curtains open, the morning sunshine shone brightly through the window panes. Ron groaned pulling his covers over his head making Hermione scowl at his laziness.

"Get up, it's 10am!" Hermione announced approaching Ron's bed and pulling the covers from Ron's body out of reach.

"Hey! What was that for, I could have been naked!" Ron yelped trying his best to cover his naked chest from Hermione, his cheeks flushing pink and his ears burning as red as his hair. Hermione giggled dropping the covers back down to Ron's bed, who quickly snatched them up covering his body. Harry laughed lightly at his two best friends, when Ginny, Ron's younger sister who had equally red hair stormed in perching herself on the end of Harry's bed folding her arms across her chest.

"What wrong with you?" Ron asked. Ginny shot him a stern glare before answering.

"You know very well just what!" She snapped, Harry sat in his bed stunned staring at the back of Ginny's perfectly brushed red hair, Ron raised his eyebrow feeling completely oblivious.

"You know…Phlegm!" Ginny continued Harry glanced over at Ron who shrugged, ther answer to Harry's confusion soon arrived, standing in the doorway holding a tray piled high with food and a large glass of orange juice stood Fleur Delacour, Harry's mouth must have dropped open because Fleur giggled, Hermione and Ginny scowled at him, leaving the room in annoyance.

"Good morning 'Arry." Fleur smiled setting down the tray infront of him. Harry smiled unable to make a reply, he swallowed hard trying to make it easier for himself to talk, but he failed miserably.

Hermione and Ginny stood just outside their arms both folded across their chests. Hermione let out a loud sigh emphesising her annoyance. Both Hermione and Ginny made their way down to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley sat holding her head in her hands while Mr. Weasley and Lupin were deep in a debate. Mrs. Weasley raised her head from her hand tiredly.

"Arther it's too dangerous for them to go back to Hogwarts this year." Mrs. Weasley spoke in a hoarse voice, Hermione and Ginny exchanged glancings hiding themseleves from view eavsdropping on the adults conversation.

"Molly don't be silly." Arther soothed.

"Dumbledore is the only wizard You-Know-Who has ever feared, there is no safer place." Lupin urged in assurance. Mrs. Weasley shook her head, she was not buying it the Daily Prophet had reported Dumbledore was getting a little old for the job. Hermione and Ginny exchanged another frantic glance at one another.

"I don't want to put my son, daughter, Hermione or Harry at risk they can't go!" Mrs. Weasley stammered her voice quivering as if she were about to break down into tears. Mr. Weasley placed his arm around his wifes shoulder pulling her into a hug kissing her forehead. Hermione ran up the stairs freezing in the doorway when she saw Fleaur kissing Ron's cheek, her blood began to boil, forgetting completely what she had heard downstairs she ran into Ginny's room, unable to stop the tears streaming from her eyes, she didn't know why she was crying, Fleur didn't want Ron she was engaged to Bill, but Fleur made Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley feel so infirior it was unfair. Hermione heard Mrs. Weasley's voice calling her, Harry and Ron. Hermione rushed down the stairs pushing past both Ron and Harry on the steps and stumbling into the kitchen breathless. She saw Mrs. Weasley standing by the kitchen table holding three thick evenlopes.

"Are those what I think they are?" Hermione stammered nervously, Mrs, Weasley nodded smiling at all three of them, Ron and Harry exchanged glances, Ron could feel his nerves beginning to build, watching his mother as she handed an evelope first to Hermione and then to Harry, finally coming to him. Hermione's hands were shaking violently.

"I know I messed up Ancient Runes." Hermione muttered feverishly, she began walking around the kicthen table twisting her fingers together.

"I definitely made one serious mis-translation and the Defence Against the Dark Arts practical was no good at all, I thought Trasnfigerations went well at the time but looking back-" Ron interupted her babbling to herself.

"Hermione! Will you shut up, you're not the only one whos nervous." Ron said coldy, he knew Hermione was over reacting.

"You will have your ten Outsanding OWLs…" Ron continued as if trying to assure her.

"Don't, don't, don't." Hermione squealed flapping her hands around.

"I know I've failed everything." Hermione continued taking a seat, the envelope shaking in her hand.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no." Her hand quivered as she began to open the envelope.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

PASS GRADES:

OUTSTANDING (O)

EXCEED EXPECTATIONS (E)

ACCEPTABLE (A)

FAIL GRADES:

POOR (P)

DREADFUL (D)

TROLL (T)

HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER HAS ACHIEVED:

Ancient Runes – O

Arithmancy – O

Astronomy – O

Care of Magical Creatures – O

Charms – O

Defence Against the Dark Arts – E

Herbology – O

History of Magic – O

Potions – O

Transfigeration – O

Hermione read the parchment through several times her eyes stopping at the grade E written next to Defence Against the Dark Arts a wave of disappoint pulsing through her.

"Hermione," Ginny said tentitvely.

"How did you do?" Ginny asked, Hermione didn't answer her head still bent over her parchment sheilding the results from view. Harry and Ron both tore open their envelopes.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

PASS GRADES:

OUTSTANDING (O)

EXCEED EXPECTATIONS (E)

ACCEPTABLE (A)

FAIL GRADES:

POOR (P)

DREADFUL (D)

TROLL (T)

HARRY JAMES POTTER HAS ACHIEVED:

Astronomy – A

Care of Magical Creatures – E

Charms – E

Defence Against the Dark Arts – O

Divination - P

Herbology – E

History of Magic – D

Potions – E

Transfigeration – E

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

PASS GRADES:

OUTSTANDING (O)

EXCEED EXPECTATIONS (E)

ACCEPTABLE (A)

FAIL GRADES:

POOR (P)

DREADFUL (D)

TROLL (T)

RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY HAS ACHIEVED:

Astronomy – A

Care of Magical Creatures – E

Charms – E

Defence Against the Dark Arts – E

Divination - P

Herbology – E

History of Magic – D

Potions – E

Transfigeration – E

Harry glanced over at Ron's OWLs they were all the same apart from Defence Against the Dark Arts where Ron had only got E, both boys turned their attention to Hermione who still sat staring blankly at the parchment.

"You look as if you've failed." Ron laughed, in a joking manner. Ginny repeated her question once more.

"Hermione, how did you do?" Ginny asked, on behalf of everyone else.

"I- not bad." Hermione replied in a small voice. Ron whipped the parchment from Hermione's grasp glancing over it quickly and letting out a laugh of amusment.

"Yep, nine Outstandings and one Exceed Expectation in Defence Against the Dark Arts." Ron grinned handing the parchment back to Hermione.


Alex stummbled through the portal door, In New York it was around six am, Alex was so tired, she hadn't slept the entire time. Justin looked up from where he was sat, he thought Alex would have been in bed, she shouldn't have been up fro another five or six hours.

"What are you doing?" Justin asked raising his eyebrow suspiciously at her, Alex glared at him, she hated when he confronted her.

"Uhh well-um an early morning jog obviously." Alex retorted nervously. Justin didn't buy it for one minute.

"You don't jog, you don't exercise at all." Justin laughed, it was jusy plain obvious Alex was lying, was there ever a time she wasn't lying? Alex gave her older brother another daggering stare before answering.

"What are you really up to?" Justin asked rising from his seat and striding towards his sister. Alex stared up into his face, could she really tell him? No.

"Nothing, nothing." Alex insisted her voice a higher pitch than usual, pushing past Justin , who caught her shoulder, preventing her from walking away. He was going to get this out of her.

"Alex, what were you doing?" Justin asked staring into her eyes sternly, Alex's eyes didn't meet his while she thought of an answer.

"I was taking a walk to clear my head, I'm nervous about my OWL results." Alex lied removing her arm from Justin's grasp.

"Since when did you care about grades and results?" Justin asked raising his eyebrow once again, this was obviously another lie from Alex.

"Since…I found magic at Hogwarts much more intresting and since I want to beat you in the wizard competition." Alex retorted colded. Justin was about to reply when the wizard mail flew through a window in the portal and landed neatly on the table piled high with wizarding orniaments. Justin opened the platsic cilander, pulling out a thick envelope.

"It's for you." Justin announced tossing it towards Alex, she caught it reading the back and staring at it for a moment. Justin re-took his seat expressing no intrest..

"It's my OWL results." Alex stammered, Justin re-gained intrest raising once more from his seat.

"How did you do?" Justin asked.

"I haven't looked yet!" Alex shot back coldy as Justin stood beside her, standing over her, peering over her shoulder as she pulled the parchment from the envelope. Alex glanced over the parchment.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

PASS GRADES:

OUTSTANDING (O)

EXCEED EXPECTATIONS (E)

ACCEPTABLE (A)

FAIL GRADES:

POOR (P)

DREADFUL (D)

TROLL (T)

ALEXANDRA MARGARITA RUSSO HAS ACHIEVED:

Astronomy – P

Care of Magical Creatures – A

Charms – E

Defence Against the Dark Arts – E

Herbology – E

History of Magic – T

Muggle Studies - O

Potions – O

Transfigeration – E

"You got seven OWLs." Justin breathed in anstonishment snatching the parchment from her and having a closer look in dis-belief.

"You got an O in Potions..what-how?" Justin exclaimed staring from the parchment to Alex.

"Not even I got an O in Potions!" Justin spluttered, how could Alex beat him? He was the smart one, not her. Alex smiled at Justin's reaction, she loved when she surprised him and preformed better than he antisipated.

"An E in Transfigerations! You couldn't even trasform a guinea pig into a dove!" Justin continued. Alex let out a laugh patting Justin on the shoulder.

"That was then and this is now, I've grown, changed, matured…not to mention Hermione helped me a great deal." Alex explained, at Hermione's name Justin went into a day dreaming state, being brought back into the harsh reality when Alex slapped his arm with a great deal or force.

"Justin!" Alex bellowed into his ear.

"What!" Justin replied, placing his hand over the spot where Alex had thumped him.

"I bruise easily." He mummbled rubbing the same spot.

"Ugh you're such a girl, you're more of a girl than I am." Alex laughed.

"You're more of a girl than I am." Justin mocked in a high pitch voice that was supposed to sound like Alex.

"I don't talk like that." Alex said narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms across her chest.

"Anyway we'll have to go to Diagon Alley soon, to get your new school supplies." Justin announced sitting himself in the re-cliner and picking up his Captain Jim Bob Sherwood comic.

Do you think Alex's OWLs seem ok to you? In this story I've made Alex amazing at Potions as she was in the last one when she had made Mason wolfsbane. Do you think Alex should be in the Slugclub? Next I think will be Diagon Alley, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and yet again sorry it took so long.