I leaned against the window staring out into the Weasley's yard. All the boys were outside helping put up the tent for Bill's wedding. I had been here for about a week and I have to say I love the Weasley's. They were the most loving family I have ever met. "Are you alright, Alex?" I tore my eyes away from the boys and looked back at Hermione.
"I'm fine. My make-up is already on, so I'm just waiting closer to the wedding to put on my dress." She smiled and turned back towards the mirror. Ginny was already fully dressed and was downstairs helping. Hermione cursed and threw down her brush. "Need some help?"
"If you don't mind." She pouted and I stood up picking up the brush. "So, what color is your dress?" I pulled up and chair sitting down looking through her make-up. "Oh, you don't have to do my make-up for me!"
"Just shut up and let me do this." I said grinning and pulling out the powder. I began to apply it to her skin. It was silent for a while and it was starting to make this awkward. "Your seventeen and you don't know how to apply make-up on properly. Thank Merlin, I'm here." She chuckled nervously and closed her eyes so I could do her eye make-up.
"My mum doesn't really believe in make-up, so she never taught me." She shrugged and I paused. I didn't know why, but I felt like I could tell my whole life story to Hermione and she would be there for me like Daphne. I was really missing that girl.
"Mum always said that looks were the most important in a young girl's life. Being a Tasso isn't all that amazing. I was always a tomboy, but I was forced to be in dresses. My mother had a fit when I made the Qudditch team." I chuckled at the memory of me owling my mum back in second year telling her. She sent a Howler the next day though.
"But you're so good at it. How could she be angry at that?"
"She's never seen me play. My dad comes every once and a while, but it's just to watch Philip." I finally finished her make-up and started to put her things up. Hermione didn't say anything for a while, but when I stood up she gently grabbed my arm stopping me. "I'm always here to listen to you. I know talking to Draco gets annoying after a while. Girls need to have girl talks, right?" She smiled at me and I smiled back. It warmed my heart knowing that Hermione actually understood me a little. Most girls just thought I was a bitch and left it at that.
"Hermione! Alex! Please come down here." Mrs. Weasley's voice made me jump and Hermione finally let go of my arm.
We quickly walked down the stairs and I froze when I saw who was sitting in front of Ron and Harry. I saw Draco leaning against the door frame and walked over to him. "Why is the Minister of Magic here?" Draco shrugged and crossed his arms. He was wearing a black suit with a dark green shirt and a black vest along with a black tie. I had to admit he looked very good.
"Something about Dumbledore leaving things for them in his will." After a few minutes of the minister talking softly to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, I couldn't hear him well. "To Ronald Weasley." Ron leaned forward and grabbed a silver tube. He flicked it open and the light in the nearest corner disappeared. When he reopened it the light when back on. Ron grinned and stared down at the small tube in his hands.
"To Hermione Granger." Hermione sat forward and took a book from him. She turned the book over, "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" She read out loud. I grinned, I remember my brother reading those stories to me when Grandma Tasso gave it to him for Christmas when he was eight. "Mum used to read those to me as a kid! "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot," "Babbity Rabbity and Her Cackling Stump" Both Hermione and Harry looked very confused. That's when I remember Hermione was a muggle-born and Harry was raised by muggles, so they wouldn't have a clue about this book. Ron took the book from her hands and started to flip through it with a giant grin on his face.
"To Draco Malfoy." Why would Dumbledore leave Draco something? Draco pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the minister. The minister reached into a bag and pulled out a large black box.
"I leave Draco, my book of potions in hopes that he will be able to have some use for them." Draco pulled off the top and pulled out a large leather bound book. It was huge. It had to be over a thousand pages long. Draco smiled and walked back over to me.
"To Alexandra Tasso." Okay, now this was just getting strange. Why would he leave both me and Draco something? We didn't know him like Harry, Ron, and Hermione did. He handed me a long thin box that looked like it held some jewelry. "I leave her, a protection necklace for her and a love one. I have also enclosed a note about how to use said necklace. I hope she will have some use with this in the near future." I opened the book and found two silver chains with crystals at the end of each. Around the crystal was a snake wrapping its body around it. They were beyond gorgeous. I have never seen anything like this.
I was so in love with the necklace that I completely zoned out. "But the sword belongs to Harry." I snapped out of my daze when I heard Hermione angrily say. Hermione was always so respectful to adults; I have never seen her be rude to an adult. This was a whole new Hermione and I have to say I was loving this Hermione. "The Gryffindor Sword doesn't not belong to Dumbledore."
"Yes it does. It was in his office for years. I remember seeing it every time I went up there. If it was in his office at the time of his death, it belongs to him." I explained, they couldn't keep Harry from getting that sword. Harry deserved more than just the first snitch he won. What the hell was he going to do with a stupid snitch?
"It doesn't matter anyways because no one can find the sword."
"What do you mean the sword is missing?" Ron snapped. The minister seemed to be hiding something. How could they lose a sword? It was a sword. They aren't that easy to lose. The minister kept dodging the question and then evenly left without giving us any answers about the swords.
"Come on, Alex. We need to finish getting dressed for the wedding. We'll see you boys at the wedding." Hermione grinned and pulled me up the stairs.
"Hermione, don't you think it's odd that Dumbledore left Draco and me something?" I asked her as she pulled out her dress from the closet. She reached back in and pulled out my purple strapless dress handing it to me.
"Dumbledore saw good in you two. I think he knew that we would form together to defeat You-Know-Who." Maybe she was right. Dumbledore always seemed to be twenty steps ahead of everyone. I shook it off and began to change into my dress for the wedding.