~Chapter 4 - Family Legacy~

"You wanted to speak to me Sirius?" Remus spoke up upon entering the old library. He may not have seen the entirety of the family home but he wasn't all that surprised to see the place left in such a decrepit state, most of the books were too old and fragile to hold due to the lack of care, most especially with the binding. Sirius stood at the fire place, staring directly into the flames. "I was hoping I was wrong Remus... Oh god I was hoping I was wrong." Concerned, Remus approaches his friends side. Sirius continues to voice his concern, "She did say she would someday teach her daughter but I never thought she would at such a young age."

"She's a legilimens? Like her mother?"

"Yes my dear friend, but there's a problem. Alexis was taught in the form of legilimency her mother had developed herself, the manipulation of one's thoughts and entering the mind freely."

This not only was a shock to Remus, but it started to make sense given the situation that the Conor children were placed in after they went into hiding. Remus concludes, "She taught her daughter in the event she needs to defend herself." Pulling away from the fireplace, Sirius steps back to mess with his long black hair, the paternal stress already affecting him more than when Harry was in danger during Remus' transformation into a wolf. Sirius practically explodes at the idea, "That woman never learns! Her brilliance is what had attracted the Dark lord in the first place! I told her the risks of what would happen if she were to have children before being married, but she still had them!"

"And the dangers that came with her blood forced her to teach Alexis advanced spells in advance! As amazing as that woman can be, that attitude of hers has not only been a problem with the professors but also the rest of us! I just wished for one she would use her head rather than thinking it's best to just face danger straight in the eye and think everything will go her way. It never will!"

"She was able to get your heart just like she told you," Remus blurts out, causing Sirius to gap at his friend. THAT was definitely a day Sirius cannot deny had happened, though in all honesty he was hoping it wouldn't be used in any argument whenever he or anyone else brings her up. With a pat on the shoulder, Remus advises the man, "You're lucky Sammy was still a baby when they were dropped off to live with the Jones, or else you'd be dealing with more than one legilimens in this house." Sirius slumps his shoulders in defeat. "I love her so much Moony... I love her and ou- her children. I'd do anything to keep them out of danger." That sudden correction wasn't caught unnoticed by the man, but he pushed that aside for a different conversation. "Padfoot... you're too old to feel sentimental over the past. I'm sure she's happy to that they're in safe hands with the man she loves."

There was a lot to take in after we were told who we were. You'd think three days were enough but... it's not. The Weasley's were kind enough to help us keep our minds off of things. Ginny and I became close friends a lot faster than I thought, she profusely apologized for what happened even though I kept telling her it was alright. It's not like she knew the portrait would blurt something like that out loud. But of course, Ginny wouldn't listen and gave me some candy from her secret stash that only Sammy and I know about. "Is there really an all-wizarding village near Hogwarts?" I ask excitedly as Sammy and I pack our things. She nods, smiling as she spins around, "Yes! There's a place called Honeydukes where they sell the best sweets in Britain. They have a Trolley in the Hogwarts Express."

Sammy beams at the info, "Do you think they have acid pops? They band them in America." "Sammy! You know what would happen if you buy those!" I scowl the boy as Ginny laughs behind my back. Lucy unexpetedly jumps off my bed and gently onto my shoulders, rubbing her head against my cheek as she loudly purrs in my ear. "Hehe... Sorry Lucy, you know you have to be with Sammy this year," I told her as I took her off my shoulder and laid her on Sammy's bed. "Willow will be with me for school." As much as I love my cat, Willow was my first ever pet before I entered my 1st year at Ilvermorny, so it'd be obvious I'd pick my long time companion over my cat. Frank's head perks up and starts barking. "Ginny, we need to-" The door opens to reveal it was none other than Hermione.

Over the course of these past three days, she's been nothing but a complete ass to me. I refuse to do the same since she's been nice to Sammy, as long as remains friends with him then I won't complain. Seeing that we were packing, Hermione refused to make eyes contact with me and focused purely on Ginny. "Mrs. Weasley wanted me to tell you not to wear your Hogwarts robes. Instead, you are to wear your Ilvermorny uniforms." "Why?" I ask her, the first time I've spoke to her in days. She rolls her eyes and turns around, remarking, "It is not my place to tell you why." And with that she left. Ginny looks at me with apologetic eyes then runs after Hermione. "Hermione! Wait up!" I slam my trunk out of frustration. "God I hate that girl!" I plop myself on the bed to find Sammy staring at me with sad eyes.

"If Hermione's giving you a hard time, I could talk to her!" he offers as he runs to sit next to me. He learned why Hermione doesn't like me after I told him what happened while we were at Diagon Alley. Although he may adore Harry and Hermione, he's just as upset as I am for the way they've been acting whenever they're around me. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and said, "It's okay Sammy. They got to know you before they found out so they're most likely taken you into consideration." "But what about you? They should know you're not like the rest of our family! Whatever they were like..." Sammy adds the last part in a lower tone. We're both still peeved at the fact we're the only ones being left in the dark about the Conor family.

I've asked Ginny since it was confirmed, but even she doesn't know much about the Conor's. "Harry is a nice guy. I swear!" he blurts out of the blue. I stare down at Sammy with wide eyes then relax. I squeeze him tightly, silently telling him that I believe him. "C'mon... why don't you go and give back Harry his invisibility cloak? I'm sure he'd like to have it back." Sammy wanted to protest, but he knows that I was right. He's been slightly avoiding Harry ever since he accidentally found out from Ron about his and Hermione's confusing dislike towards me. I don't want to be the reason why he drops his adoration for someone that I have to say, has been a positive affect in Sammy's life. "Go," I shove him off the bed. "I'll go feed your creatures before we go."

Dragging his feet on the ground, he grabs Harry's cloak and slowly walks out of the room. Shaking my head, I get off the bed and walk over to the old suitcase. Who knew that despite it no longer being in its original owners possession, Sammy was somehow able to maintain certain areas inside the suitcase in its original state. With just a few tweeks he asked me to make. I open the suitcase only to be greeted by Devil. I roll my eyes and said in a tired tone, "For merlin's sake Devil... I will feed you! Now get down there before I ship you back to America." Devil complies and flies back down. Checking to see if there was anyone else, I slowly step in and climb down the ladder.

Sammy still couldn't understand why they hated his sister so much. Sure he considered her a big pain in the butt, but she didn't deserve this much hate from someone else. He caught Hermione and Ron arguing around the corner with Ginny trying to break them up. Instead of making his presence known, Sammy hides himself with the invisibility cloak to listen in on their argument. Hermione snaps while throwing her arms up in the air, "You're so incompetent, Ronald! You know they're Conor's, so why are you still friends with that girl?!"

"Like I have said many times, I've gotten to know her! And she's not like the Conor's we heard about and you would know too if you even bothered to say one sentence to her instead of an insult. Look at Sammy! You told me to be more considerate of the little prat, and I did after hours of listening to that boy talk. Why not Alexis?" Ron argues, making very good points in an argument for once.

Still, that did desist Hermione from getting the message across. "Ugh, you're so infuriating! She's dangerous and you know it! If you had been paying attention to the stories about the Conor's then you'll understand why you must stay away from her!" Ron still wasn't having it, no matter how irritating it was getting to argue with her. "I have been paying attention! And I will say this as many times as possible, she's not like that! If you're going to accuse Alexis of something here family did then same goes for Sammy." Sammy didn't like where this conversation was going, and he absolutely didn't want to hear the rest of what they have to say. He was about to turn and run back to his sister only to run into someone by accident. "Ow!" he yelps as he falls on his back. "Who are you?" It was Harry.

As much as he adores the boy, he was the last person he wanted to run into, especially after overhearing his friends conversation about Alexis. Hermione has shown enough of her animosity towards her, and Harry hasn't been kind to her either. "Sammy?" When he saw Harry go on one knee and reach out, Sammy scoots back a bit and curls up in a ball. Gently, Harry takes his cloak off the boy to find him crying. "What's wrong? Did you hurt something?" Just seeing his long time hero concerned about him made him wish he'd act the same way around his sister. He had to ask Harry, "Why do you hate my sister?" That was a question that Harry was afraid for Sammy to ask him. He wanted to lie to the boy that he didn't, but the look in Sammy's eyes made him feel guiltier for what he was about to say.

"Look Sammy... It's not that I hate your sister," he spoke as earnest as possible. "I just don't trust her." Frustrated at his answer, Sammy gets up and shoves the invisibility cloak into his hands then runs off. "Sammy wait!" Harry was about to run after the boy until he spots something on he ground. It was a photo. A photo of Alexis and what appears to be her friends in the photo. He picks it up to take a close look at the other three boys with her. All three wore a uniform that appeared similar to what he wear for quiddith, laughing and playfully shoving one another. He flips the photo around to find not only a date of when it was taken but... a message. It read:

As promised, I won the tournament! Jake said we wouldn't but I sure showed him when I tossed a nearly exploding quod at that poor Pukwudgie player's face and got the other quod straight in at the last moment to win the game for us. Can you believe it's been decades since my house won? Make sure to look for that in the news paper! Especially that exploding quod!

Harry immediately recalls the newspaper Sammy showed him and the others at Diagon Alley. 'He must really love his sister...' he thought to himself as he sadly gazes up at the direction he last saw Sammy. Maybe it was time he did give Alexis a chance. If she's still willing.

It wasn't hard getting down. What was hard was getting into the inner part of the suitcase. Without a second since I planted my foot on the wood, I was already getting a lot of complaints from every single magical creature. "I'm here already! Sheesh not even a few hours without Sammy and you're all going ballistic." First was the hippocampus, which is by far the easiest creature I have to feed since she's still a baby. Sammy found its egg while we were at the Loch for New Years. He snuck it in and has kept her ever since. We both agreed to name her Aquarius since we found her on January. I grabbed the bucket of barnacle and approach the enchanted lake, whistling as I got closer. In response to the familiar call, Aquarius bursts out of the water like a dolphin then dives back down in a splash.

I toss all of the barnacle in the air and watch as she jumps out to catch them all in her large mouth. When she dives back down, she bobs her head up on the surface and sprays water at me. "Hey! I told you not to do that!" I playfully scowl the little Hippocampus as she neighs at me then goes back to swimming. I shake my head with a smile then leave to take care of the others. My next stop was large tree that housed several bowtruckles. According to dad, it it used to be smaller when Great Uncle Newt had it during his youth - the only reason it was prematurely grown was to give more room to the bowtruckles. We tried to release some, but we learned the hard way just how bad their attachment issues are, especially if it's related to Sammy.

"Ok everyone guys! Get ready!" I call out as I readied my wand. "It's going to be a long ride so catch as many droplets as possible!" It was hard to see at first, but if you pay close attention you can see their beady little brown eyes and their arms moving about. With a wave of my wand, I practically yelled the spell to cast the weather-modifying charm above the tree and watch the rain fall. Each bowtruckle carefully catches a raindrop and enters the inner part of the tree. "I'll be right back! You better have enough by the time I get back!" I call out before leaving to take care of everything else. Sammy has a very bad habit of picking up strays. Even our parents don't even know how many he's rescued since the suitcase was dropped off.

I summoned the check list and the quick-quotes quill and had the quill check down each creature I've taken care of. "I've taken care of the hippocampus, watered the bowtruckle... I think the-" I stop dead in my tracks to stare at the dark cave on my left. Even without magic, I could see its six eyes starting back at me through the darkness. "Nope!" The quill crosses it out of the list then continues to float beside me. There were so many things to do before we leave. I can't believe Sammy has to do this every single day! "And finally..." I let out a relieved sigh, "The wampus cubs." I had to go straight back to the shed so I can get every baby bottle I can for the babies. "I know I said I'd take care of everything... but this is ridiculous!" I rant to myself as I enter the shed and start reaching up for the top shelve.

"Next time he finds a stray beast, it's a definite no! Now where are those damn bottles?"

"...Maybe I can help?"

"AH!" I jump and hit my knee against the table, causing me to crouch on the floor in pain. "Are you okay?" I look over my shoulder to see it was none other than Harry Potter. The boy wonder. Taking a deep breath, I keep myself from rolling my eyes as I turn to properly face the boy. "I'm fine," I said dryly, still peeved at the cold shoulder I've gotten from him. Instead of waiting for his next stupid question, I grab all the bottles and march out of the shack. "Wait! I need to talk to you." I continue to march without looking back. "Could you stop and listen for a moment before- What is that?" I stop in my tracks and look over at the boy to find him staring up at the dark sky with his mouth gaping open. "Wampus," I answer as I take one of the babies and gently held it in my arms like I would if it were a human baby.

Again, I don't need legilimency to know Harry was staring at me. "Quit staring and grab a bottle," I order, a bit harsher than I intended to sound. Harry silently complies and does as instructed. The mother is sick right now and Sammy told me it's not safe for the little ones to feed off the mother's milk, or else they might catch whatever she has. At first, we didn't talk to one another, but when I took a peek at him he seemed to be having trouble holding the miniature wild cat as it kept squirming in his arm. Sighing, I let the cub I was holding go free and went over to Harry.

"Let me do it," I offered, earning a surprised look from him. After he hands it over, the tiny wampus starts to relax. "You have to stay calm and keep your thoughts blank. They may not know how to use their legilimency yet but they can still sense your hesitation. They'll get the wrong idea and think you're trying to do more harm than good."

"You sure know a lot about these creatures," Harry comments as he walks over to my side to stare at the little thing.

I mused, "You can thank Sammy for this rate I feel more like a Pukwudgie than a Wampus. If he wasn't so small then I'd allow him to do whatever he wants in caring for his creatures every single day." "I'm guessing those are the houses in Ilvermorny," Harry clarifies, earning a smile from me. I nod and said, "I'm a Wampus. Our house is the most competitive out of the other three, that's why we're always butting heads with the Horned Serpants during the Quodpot tournament. While they're excellent at Quiddith with all their tactics and formation, they absolutely suck at the brutality of Quodpot." "Hehe. I can imagine. Sammy told us enough about that."

This is the first we've had a decent conversation in a while. "Say..." I turn to face Harry after releasing the wampus cub. I cross my arms and insecurely gazed down at the ground. "Why are you suddenly talking to me? I already got the picture that you don't want anything to do with me. Not after what I did that day in Diagon Alley." This was one topic I was planning to set aside. However, now that he's willing to talk, I can't miss this chance in explaining myself to him. "It's because you-" Harry stops himself for a moment and takes a deep breath. The anger was obvious; clenched fists, flushed face, and wide stance, I knew that he was struggling to suppress it so as not to start another argument. He finishes after calming himself, "You saw something in my mind that you weren't supposed to see."

"And I'm sorry for that. It's just-" I pause for a moment to figure out how to properly say it without making the boy explode. I swear it's like trying not to set the fuse of a bomb on fire just talking with him. Once I found the proper words, I continued, "It happens when I'm upset. Sadly, it's easier to read the minds of others when they are too, it's me that's the problem. I easily lose control over it." When a person isn't thinking straight - their thoughts are all over the place - it's easy for a legilimens like me to take a peak at a persons mind since their guard isn't up. The problem for me is that my legilimency occurs when I'm upset as well." You can say I was a bit of a brat back then, I used to take advantage of my legilimency by taping into the thoughts of those that pissed me off and blurt out their biggest secret to anyone nearby till they said sorry.

As I got older, I learned to use it more wisely, except I can't stop it if my emotions go haywire. Though I can't say I'm an absolute master at it. I had to say the spell sometimes if I want to get more than what I'm reading. "Did you really not know who I was?" That was a quick change in subject. I nod and gaze up at him, "Yes, I was telling the truth about that. I don't know how Sammy knows so much about you, but I don't really know anything about this side of the wizarding world. I never thought there was such people that exist out there except for the criminals that pose a threat towards the MACUSA." I didn't really notice at first - or I just didn't want to since the last few times I look at him it was to argue with the boy - his eyes, they're as green as the grass like the meadow that's close to my old school.

I never thought I'd get to see such a color.

Harry and Alexis found themselves cemented in place, their eyes staring back at one another with similar wonder. While Alexis was fascinated at the brilliant green in Harry's eyes, he was once again mesmerized be her grey eyes. What surprised him most was how he was able to compare how they look in the morning and moonlight. In the day, her eyes appeared grey, but at night they almost appear silver. Letting out a nervous cough, Alexis grabs all of the empty bottles and rushes to the shack. Harry snaps out of his daze to chase after the girl. He had so many questions to ask, mainly about how she has never heard of him in her entire life. Surely some in America has heard about his story.

However, here stands a girl who - for the first time - has shown she wasn't lying that she never heard of Harry Potter and wasn't trying to get the story out of him. Alexis lets out a nervous cough after she realized how long and awkward their silence was. "We should get going. Mrs. Weasley wanted me meet with a few people today, they're either here about school or about what happened back at home." She turns around after adding, "That and I wouldn't want Granger to think I'm stealing the lips of her other friend, she already has this deranged idea that Ron and I have been seeing one another behind her back." "Aren't you...?" Alexis abruptly stops in her tracks. This made the boy immediately regret ever letting it slip out as she flashed him the most ferocious look any girl he's ever met give him.

Sure he's used to seeing Hermione give him that look, but he wasn't the source of it and her wrath wasn't entirely aimed at him, so he never had a reason to fear her. This was different. Her eyes narrow as she questions, "And what gives you the idea that I'm attracted to Ron in that way? Did I happen to bat my eyes and puck my lips out like your average love struck teen? Tell me Potter. In what way did I give you or Granger that impression?" His stomach almost dropped with the amount of contempt that was radiating off of her. She almost looked as similar to that angry as Snape after making the slightest mistake in brewing his potion. Alexis had enough of these accusations; first Hermione and now Harry, both of them still wanted to see and hear if anything they're theorizing about her is true and she's had enough of it.

Marching straight for the exit, Harry runs after her. "Alexis, wait! I didn't mean to-" She whips around to face him, nearly slapping his face with ends of her long chestnut locks if he hadn't stopped in his tracks sooner. She angrily points her finger at him, struggling to hold back her voice as her face turns red from the amount of anger that was building up. Instead of exploding like he thought she would, Alexis lets out a large breath and drops her arms to her side in defeat, shacking her head with a look of disappointment in her eyes before leaving him where he stands.

Locking Harry up in the suitcase was the first thing I wanted to do after I stepped out, but I'd rather not get on Ron's bad side for locking up his best friend, also I'm not that much of an ass to do something like that. Yet. I could hear Harry's thoughts from within the suitcase getting louder, signaling me of his impending exit. My legs began to move on its own and I found myself running straight of the room before his head popped out. Mrs. Weasley wanted me to see some people and I will just so I have the chance to cool off my head, if not I might end up making someone a victim of my episodes. "Alexis, there you are!" I jump when Mrs. Weasley opens the door on my right and suddenly pulls me into a bear hug.

She pats my arms and proceeds drags me inside. It's still surprises me how strong this woman is. When she wants something done, she'll definitely do it by force.

"I've been looking all over for you! Sammy told me you were busy and not to bother you, but I wouldn't be having a panic attack unless I have a very good reason!"

Just as I was about to say something, I found myself once again dragged by Mrs. Weasley and straight to the fireplace. "Wait! Mrs. Wealsey, what's-" I was interrupted once again when a man, who seemed the same age as her and had hair just as red, apparates at her side. 'That's Arthur Weasley,' my thoughts realize when I awkwardly watch the two kiss one another on the lips. "They're all at the meeting place," he informs his wife. "There's just one unexpected guest so be prepared." He turns to face me. The lack of sleep was apparent in his eyes as evidenced by the black circles around his eyes and how disheveled his hair and clothes appeared compared to the night we first met. Although it was a short meeting, I always remember any kind face. Mr. Weasley seemed a bit wary when approaching me.

Considering how I reacted the way I did I wouldn't blame him. "Hello again Ms. Conor," he greets with a small smile. I stared into his eyes and used my legilimency to peer a bit into his mind. 'The ministry cannot interfere this time. They must not.' That was all I needed to know - I don't want to prod too long or I might accidentally damage his mind due to my lack of control. He extends his hand to me while Mrs. Wealsey rushes to grab the pot full of - what I recognized - as floo powder. "Shall we be off?" Without hesitation, I take his hand and allow him to guide me to the fireplace. Mrs. Weasley hands the pot over to her husband, instructing him, "Now you keep a good eye on this one. I'm starting to see who exactly she takes after." "I will dear." Again, I had to look away when both gave each other a light peck on the lips.

Mom and dad never displayed any form of affection openly so it's a bit awkward to be around two adults doing it in the same room as me. Mr. Weasley took the powder and cries out, "Ministry of Magic!" I brace myself when he throws the powder to the floor, which bursts into familiar greens flames that quickly engulf us. And before I knew it, we appeared much more polished fireplace and outside it was a very long and ginormous hall that was swarmed with witches and wizards. I step out in awe as I stare at peacock-blue ceiling then the very small offices that were stacked all the way to the ceiling, one person inside each that was separated from the chaos behind glass. There were most fireplaces then I thought. Not even a second after one person steps out, another comes out after a short burst of flames come to life.

"I wish I can say welcome to the Ministry but..." Mr. Weasley trails as many that saw us stop in their tracks. I gaze at in person in the eye and got the exact same thought from them, 'That's the Conor girl...' If people react this bad from my presence, then I wonder how it'll be once we enter school, especially me. Sammy hasn't gotten the same reaction so maybe he'll be spared with whatever nightmare comes with the family name. Mr. Weasley pulls me close. "Come. Let's meet with them so that I can take you back early. The longer we stay here the more unwanted attention you'll receive." 'More than this!?' I thought incredulously. Walking through the now still crowd caused me to focus my attention to my feet. This much attention is suffocating.

Weaving through the crowd was easy as many had stopped in their tracks to take a gander at the 'Conor' that's magically arrived in the Ministry for all to see. I'm not even sure if I want to know who it is that wants to meet me at this point. Mr. Weasley senses my hesitation and whispers, "Don't mind them. Ever since the dwindling number of 'truly' pureblood families, two members from a family that was thought to have been extinct since the 17th century is quite... extraordinary... So forgive their manners..." I could tell there was more to it then a sudden revival of a lost bloodline. For Hermione to appear she's ready to hex me at any given time after she overheard my conversation with Mr. Lupin that I'm a Conor and for that portrait of Sirius' mother to go nuts? There has to be more to it.

Eventually, after riding a very messed up elevator - which god forbids to tell how many wrong directions we went through - we arrived to a floor that had absolutely no life present. "Follow me." Mr. Weasley walks ahead of me. The scary thing about being the only ones on a floor is the echo of our footsteps resonated throughout the hall. The farther we went, the more I started to wonder if I was how far we'll go until it's too late to turn back. "Um... Mr. Weasley? How much further?" I nervously ask after passing another corridor. "Not far," he answers briefly. That's never reassuring.

Ron has never felt this anxious, not since the day he had to first enter the platform to Hogwarts Express through a brick wall. There were so many instances where he should have since every year involved him putting his life on the line, but that's because he knew his friends had his back and with theirs. However, this wasn't the case. His new friend, Alexis, was now at the Ministry. Sure his dad was with her, but the Ministry is the last place he wanted her to be at, especially since she's a Conor. "Ah! I can't take this!" he cries out in frustration. In the room with him was Fred and George, both of whom had happened to catch their younger brother pacing in the room and overheard him talking to himself about the girl being at the Ministry.

"Sit down already! You're not the only one worried," Fred said with George nodding in agreement. "She has dad with her, I'm pretty sure she's safe as long as dad remembers to not have her meet with only the Minister." "She's meeting with the Minister!?" Ron exclaims, feeling his heart drop to the floor. George shushes his younger sibling, "Shhhh! Keep your voice down... Mum told us to make sure no one else knows about this." The only reason Ron knew was he just so happened to be passing by when he heard voices and saw the door partially cracked open. He allowed curiosity to take over and witness Alexis and his dad leave via the floo network. Finally, Ron sits down with his head bowed in defeat. "Do you know who she's meeting?" Both twins look at one another then at Ron.

"Yes."

"Will you tell me?"

"No."

"Why not!?"

"SSSSSHHHHH!" both shushed him.

Tired of their annoying insistence of secrecy, Ron was about to march out of the room and find someone who had answers only for someone to knock on the door. "May we come in?" Ginny asks, accompanied with a few sniffs which all three knew didn't belong to her. George stands and goes over to open the door. Ginny stood there while rubbing the shoulder of the puffy eyed young Conor. In his arms was his dog, who was licking the tears away. "Sammy? What's wrong?" both twins ask, George kneeling down to level himself with the boy and Fred standing beside his twin. "Are we bad?" Sammy asks, his voice slightly cracking. Shocked at this, all three brought immediately brought the boy inside and allowed him to sit on the floor, all four Weasley's sitting with him in a circle.

Sammy legs Frank go, but the dog refuses to leave his second master's side and curls up in between his crossed legs. The words Hermione threw at Ron about Alexis and Harry's admission to his distrust towards his sister was still fresh in his mind. No matter how many times he's tried to forget, something always got him to remind him of what happened that morning.

"Have you spoken to Harry?" Ron asked.

"Not really... I bumped into him but..." Sammy trails off and proceeds to pet his dog.

He didn't want to confess that he had eavesdropped on Ron and Hermione. He knew that what he did was wrong, but he had to, to understand why exactly Hermione hates his sister so much. Ginny spoke and soothingly rubbed his hand, "You're not a bad person Sammy and neither is your sister. It'll take them time for them to accept her, but I know they'll be friends one day. You can't hate someone forever for something they didn't do." Sammy uses the sleeve of his sweater to wipe his face. "What exactly is it that my family did?" He caught on enough that there was something their family did that they did not know about - it has to be the only reason why Alexis was being viewed like the she's a criminal. "I don't know much about your family so..." Ginny trails off in her sentence as she glances around at her brothers.

Ron was the most fidgety out of them. Thanks to Hermione, the boy had to dig a bit to understand just how dark the history of the Conors were, what he knew wasn't enough to make a sound argument as to how Alexis can be trustworthy. All he got was a bad taste in his mouth after reading enough from the book Harry had on the family. "So?" Just when one of them was about to answer him, there was a sudden sound of running footsteps above their heads, accompanied with the shouting voices of the Weasley sibling's parents. 'This can't be good,' Ron thought.

I stiffly stood in front of a table filled with appear to be a government official and his body guard, two teachers and- "Hagrid!" I smile upon spotting the man on the farther side of the room. He wanted to greet me back but he received a look from the government official, forcing his to body his head and keep his lips sealed. "Are you Alexis Conor?" the plump man asks me, raising his chin while staring at me with a now familiar disdainful eyes. I furrow my brows at him and rudely question back, "Are you the sad excuse of a minister I've heard about?" I may not be all familiar with the events that occur in the UK, but when it comes to their government, I'm well informed on the type of leader Minister Fudge is and I have very little respect for the man and the choices he's made.

"Alexis...!" Mr. Weasley said in a hushed tone, scowling me from the right side of the table. Usually I would keep my mouth shut in front of any adult, but this man does not deserve my respect, especially after addressing me like THAT. If ever he deserves the biggest slap in the face of the century. His puffy face turns red in a heart beat. "Now Cornelius we must keep our heads cool," said the older man calmly. "There is much we must discuss with Miss Conor before the start of school, and in order to do that everyone must remain calm." I like this guy better than the other, he seemed more professional and relaxed unlike the prick that did not seem hide his dislike towards me like Hermione. What else is new at this point? "Now Miss Conor, may you please sit down?"

Glaring at the Minister, I slowly grab a chair and sat down while keeping my eye on the man as he raises his chin higher the more I lower myself. Seriously, what's his problem with me? Actually, what's everyone's problem with me? I watch as the other older man leans forward in his seat and looks at me with calm eyes. "My name is Albus Dumblebore, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As you know this is Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge." The Minister just rolls his eyes in response. Sighing, Dumbledore continues, "As you know, you and your brother shall be attending my school, but I believe neither of you understands why." Now that I think about it, we really don't know why we're going to Hogwarts. Ilvermorny is safe as far as I know. Is it because we were suddenly sent to the UK?

"Both you and your brother are attending Hogwarts not because it's for your protection - believe me when I say that Ilvermorny is just as safe."

I was a bit happy to hear someone outside of America compliment Ilvermorny, especially from a headmaster from a different school.

"In truth, it is because of your bloodline that it has caught every witch and wizards attention. Your headmaster, adopted parents and I agreed that in the event that someone were to discover your location, both of you would be sent straight to the chosen safe house and be transferred to a different institute effectively." This did not make sense. "Wait, I thought this wasn't for our safety?" I question, gaining everyone's attention. "You say it isn't but you've gone through various measures to do so." "Hum hum." That weird sound came from a small lady that idly stood a few feet from the table. She steps out with a clipboard in her eyes, smiling so much that I was sure her mouth would fall out. The amount of pink she was wearing was too much to even look at for a single straight minute without cringing.

It's like I'm staring at an uglier version of my dog wearing an over the top pink monkey suit. "Beg your pardon," she lamely excuses herself. "But I believe that the ministry is capable enough to take care of your... situation in a orderly manner so that it cannot and will not be questioned. Why we need to do so is none of your concern." 'Oh please...' I thought while fighting back an eye roll.

Throwing his hands up in the air, much to the surprise of everyone present, Fudge practically barks as he yells, "Why are we going through such lengths for this American brat? She's a Conor! Her and her brother don't deserve this much protection!" Insulted, I spat back, "Excuse me sir! I have no idea what it is you people think we are, but I sure as hell know whatever my family did does should absolutely not reflect on us - the last two surviving members of a fucking family that your government has failed to ensure of our extinction!"

I dramatically wave my arms around and roll my eyes while the rest look on with wide eyes, the Minister's ready to pop out as I continued my long over due rant of their reaction. I wanted to stop - I really did, but because of the anger that's been building up due to every single thing that's been slapped into my face - the truth that we were adopted, Hermione constantly barraging me with insults, Harry angered at me for not knowing who the hell he is - all of it just came out with Fudge overlapping every single one of them.

"Now I don't know why the fuck we need protection, but if your greedy ass doesn't want to waste your time with us, then why don't you be so kind as to fuck off! My brother and I can protect yourself thank you very much! Even if we wouldn't, I certainly wouldn't trust my life in the hands of a leader who constantly denies that the worlds greatest threat has just been brought back to life! I'm sure you'd be happy if Voldemort were to suddenly appear at your doorstep, and kill you with an Unforgivable the day you finally decide he exists!"

My mouth immediately shuts the moment the name slips out. The entire room went dead silent. 'Voldemort? Who's that?' my mind races, panicking as I tried to understand what's happening. There's no way I should know the name of a man I've never heard of before, let alone know what he looks like before he killed- "No..." I try to shake the thought out, but the more I tried, the more things were starting to come to me. Things that they- "No. You can't be serious," I breathe as I look on at the group in disbelief. The realization struck me to the core. "Alexis?" The elderly woman beside Dumbledore stands up, earning a surprised look from me. 'How does she know my name?' The rate of my heart beat was starting to rise, practically beating against my chest as I took a few small steps back.

It was even starting to become difficult for me to breath. "Look at her, she's hysteric! She's as mad at the rest of her family when they decided to persecute innocent magic folk by handing them over during the witch hunt." That bit from Fudge finally pieced it all together. While many in the room voiced their disagreement towards his reveal, I was already stepping back past Mr. Weasley and was just about to get ready to run until Dumbledore notices.

"I believe we have said enough. Ms. Conor has heard plenty to reflect on thanks to you Cornelius."

All eyes fell on me. And when they did, I ran for it, desperate to get as far from them as possible. 'How could they?! I may not have been their daughter, but why!?' I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to notice the looks I was receiving as I shove my way to the only way that could get me out of here. 'All those times when others wondered why I never heard of them... they charmed me! They used a memory modifying charm!' Each time my friends and I would talk about it, I would apparently forget any of the certain topics to the point they just dropped it. Anything related to Voldemort, his death eaters, Harry Potter - all of it was concealed with a false memory. 'The only reason the charm wore off is it the caster dispels it or...!' I immediately stop in my tracks. "They're dead..."

The pain I felt in my chest worsens at the idea. "Alexis!" I turn to see Mr. Weasley, who was running through the crowd in a desperate attempt to catch me. I move my head back to find myself standing in front of one of the large fireplaces. Not wanting to be dragged back to where ever it is we were, I jump straight in and quickly read the thought of a nearby wizard that was just about to enter a different fireplace to see how it worked. When I did I immediately thought of Grimmauld Place and felt the green flames engulf my body, just in time as Mr. Weasley bursts his way out of the crowd.

To Be Continued

Yes, Sirius has a love life. I just feel bad for the poor man... He never got to experience what James and Lily had - to fall in love and potentially have a family of his own, to raise his children far differently than his parents. Back to the story, I believe you now have a small idea at the extent of the wizarding worlds hatred towards the Conors. I wonder how this will get Alexis and Harry any closer~?