I woke up early the next morning for a single purpose: My sixteenth birthday. Alas, here it was! A moment I had been waiting for since I was young, to be sixteen! I was extremely excited to visit my father today and spend the day with him. With him being so busy working at the Ministry, I hardly get to see him.

Usually my dad and I always do something fancy, so I decided to dress up. I wore a simple purple strapless dress with black wedges, along with matching jewelry. [[ shell_always_have_part_me/set?id=127150076#fans]] It was a hot day, so I put my hair up in a cute, tight bun. I applied my make up and I was ready for the rest of my day. I walked downstairs.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX!"

I didn't expect them to remember, but the shouts came from everyone. Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I was aghast.

"Aw, I didn't think you guys would remember." I blushed.

"Of course we remembered! You're officially sixteen," Harry smiled.

"Finally," Fred and George said in unison, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

"Are you ready?" Mrs. Weasley asked, she was going to apparate me to my dad's house.

"Yes!" I smiled.

"Alright, cake will be ready when you get back! Presents, too!" She exclaimed.

"Oh Mrs. Weasley, y-you don't have t-"

"I want to," She cut me off.

I gave everyone a hug goodbye and walked outside. I grabbed on to Mrs. Weasley's arm, and we appeared in front of my father's house.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." I told her.

"You're welcome, dear. But call me Molly." She grinned.

I nodded at her as she apparated back home. I stepped onto my dad's front porch and knocked on the door. Immediately, he answered it.

"Alex! Happy birthday!" He shouted, having the biggest smile on his face.

"Thank you, Dad." I hugged him tight. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too." He hugged back even tighter.

After we talked for a while, he took me out to a fancy lunch. It mostly consisted of sea food, which was my favorite. I was ecstatic! We sat in a booth, ordered our drinks, and began to catch up.

"I'm sorry we don't talk more," He said suddenly.

"Its alright," I shrugged. "We're both busy. It just sucks sometimes because Mom doesn't always understand things, being a muggle."

I knew it wasn't okay. It hurt that we hardly talked. He's my dad. There are 24 hours in a day and he can't spend half of one to just call me every once in a while? But I know he loves his job at the Ministry.

"It's been absolutely crazy at the Ministry. If I tell you something, you must keep your mouth closed, understood?" He said sternly, it must be serious.

"Of course!"

"They reckon You Know Who is back," He whispered.

My eyes widened, immediately thinking of Harry. He can't be in danger again. It's not fair. He doesn't deserve it. He has to be protected.

"W-Well what about Harry? What about everyone? Why aren't they saying something?!" I demanded.

"We aren't for sure and we can't freak everyone out yet, there will be chaos!"

"Well, wouldn't you rather have everyone safe than sorry? Its beyond selfish!" I spat.

"Keep it down," He seethed. "I won't argue with you on your birthday, just try to be understanding. If you want to tell Harry, fine. I just don't want there to be any turmoil, you understand darling?"

"Yes, daddy." I sighed.

Our waitress brought out our food. He ordered crab and I ordered lobster. Once we ate, we went back home to open my presents. The first gift was jewelry, which I always loved. Next was perfume, which a girl can never have too much off. And last, but most definitely not least, was a Firebolt. He knew I loved Quidditch. I never wanted to play on the team though, but I told him I wanted to try this year. Its nice to know he listens. We spent the rest of our day laughing and enjoying the company of one another. When it was about midnight, I decided to stay here and go to the Burrow in the morning.

There was a thud. Followed by another and another. I rolled my eyes and turned over, checking the clock. It read 3:52 in the morning. What could it be? I groaned and got up, putting on my slippers and grabbing a lantern and my wand. I crept quietly down the stairs, to find only my father in the living room. He was covered in sweat, with a worried look etched on his face.

"What's going on?" I asked quietly, full of concern.

"Expelliarmus!"

I screamed as I was disarmed and thrown across the room. I got up quickly to see Lucius, Voldemort, and Bellatrix surrounding my father.

"Leave him alone! He didn't do anything!" I bellowed.

"He spoke of my return," Voldemort hissed.

"Alex, run!" My dad screamed.

"No, I'm not going to leave you!" I cried, sprinting for my wand.

I grabbed it and hid behind the chair, Lucius shot the disarming charm at me again but I dodged it, sending one back his way. I was successful.

"Crucio!" Bellatrix shot at me before I even had a chance.

I screamed in extreme pain, my knees buckling. I fell to the ground, almost passing out to the sounds of her shrieking laughter and my father's cries. Tears fell down my face, I lost focus of what was going on around me. She lifted the curse just in time for me to see a green light come from Voldemort's wand to my father's chest, and him falling limp.

"NO!"

I screamed and got up with all the strength I had in me. I grabbed my wand, I was going to kill this bastard.

"AVAD-"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

He was quicker than me. I held my arms up in defense, and everything went black.