There was still another entire day until the wedding; Alex had been at the Burrow for three days already and was beginning to feel trapped. She wasn't used to having other people around, or used to having people fuss over her. Her aunts, ancient when she was a baby, were eager to leave her to her own devices as she got older. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let her help with any wedding preparations ("you're a guest!"), and kept trying to press sandwiches and other treats on Alex. Thankfully, the Delacour's had arrived and Mrs. Weasley's attention had been diverted somewhat.

The one person she did want to talk with was Harry, but he was busy with wedding preparations and attempting to find a spare moment to sneak away with Ron and Hermione. Mrs. Weasley was even more determined to keep Harry, Hermione, and Ron apart then she was determined to make Alex gain 5 pounds while at the Burrow.

And then the was Fred. He was constantly lurking around a corner or popping up when she was reading a book, a goofy grin on his face or a joke on his lips. No matter what Alex did to escape him, he seemed to be able to find her. However, that particular morning Alex had been woken up by a few loud bangs emanating from the hallway.

"What the eff was that?" She whispered to Ginny, who was calmly sitting on her bed reading an edition of "The Quibbler".

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Fred and George. They're probably experimenting. She flipped the page.

"Experimenting with what?"

"Stuff for their joke shop. They own a joke shop, didn't you know? They sell trick sweets, and portable swamps and the like. It's in Diagon Alley. I'm sure you've passed it."

"Interesting." Alex got up from her bed and stretched, looking out the small window in Ginny's room. It was a beautiful day out; the golden sun was glinting over the many large hills that surrounded the Burrow.

"It's late, but there might be a bit of breakfast downstairs if you'd like."

"Thanks." Alex pulled on shorts and a tee shirt, then rummaged through the small bag that held her personal belongings. She pulled out a book, Extraordinary Trials in History, and headed out of the bedroom.

She finally got a chance to talk to Harry later that night, as he helped set up for his own seventeenth birthday party.

"I know what you're planning, Harry." Alex whispered. She flicked her wand and mismatched silverware arranged itself around the plates crowded onto the table

"What?"

Alex jerked her head to the side, indicating that she wanted to speak to Harry alone. She ducked behind the shed and Harry followed. "You're going after Voldemort, or at least—" she looked around to make sure no one was listening in, "—his Horcruxes."

"Wha-? How do you know that?" Harry was extremely confused; the only person he'd told about the Horcruxes were Ron and Hermione.

"Does it really matter, Harry?" she replied, slightly annoyed. "Look, if you're going to go through with it, I want you to take this." Alex pulled a picture out of the pocket of her hooded sweatshirt. It was the picture of Alex & Harry with James & Sirius.

"I can't. It's the only picture you've got of Sirius. I've got loads—"

"In that book Hagrid gave you." Alex cut him off.

"Seriously, how do you know all of this?"

Realizing Harry wouldn't give in, Alex tapped the photograph with her wand and a second copy appeared. She handed it to Harry. "I can, well, I don't know what to call it. I don't read minds exactly, and I don't prophesize….sometimes I can just see pictures in my head of what other people are thinking or when something is going to happen."

"Wicked."

"The better I know the person, the more I can see. Proximity helps, too."

"Well, thanks for this." Harry held up the photo. "Erm, if you want, we can look at that book and you can make copies of anything in it you'd like."

"I'd like that." Alex smiled, tucking a strand of her long auburn hair behind her ear. "Now, go back to your party. If you're missing any longer, they're going to think I'm a Death Eater in disguise and tried to snatch you."

"Right." Harry walked out from behind the shed, but Alex lingered for a few moments.

"Harry! We were starting to get worried!" she heard Mrs. Weasley's voice, filled with worry as Harry went back to the part. "Look, Remus and Tonks have just arrived….."

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"One last chance." Fred said, seating himself across from Alex at the breakfast table on the morning of Bill and Fleur's wedding. "It would be a pity for such a pretty girl to go to a wedding alone."

"A pity, really? Hermione, do you have a date to this wedding?

"Erm, well technically no, but I suppose I'll be attending with Harry and Ron…."

"And what about you, Ginny?

"I'm a bridesmaid."

"Do you pity these girls as well?" Alex asked Fred point blank. Fred squirmed slightly; he wasn't used to the girls he attempted to charm being quite as witty as Alex Black. He was just about to open his mouth when his twin interrupted.

"Fred's speechless for the first time in his life, I reckon." George laughed so hard the bandage on his head started to shake loose.

Fred's face turned a bright shade of red that made his hair look pale by comparison.

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Author's Note: So thank you everyone for reading. If you've noticed, this story has been on hiatus for about 3 years, so I'd be interested in any reviews you would provide! Thanks