Chapter 10
"I found it! I finally know why I'm here!" Alex said delightfully, talking into her mirror.

Harry stared back at her with confusion written in his brows.

"Our father is completely hopeless." Alex stated bluntly.

"What!? What are you talking about he's not hopeless he's…" Harry stopped and realized he was being too defensive. He sighed, "Ok fine, why is he hopeless?"

"He has no idea what to do about girls. Honestly, why is it that no matter what time frame I'm in I always seem to have to deal with this sort of problem?" Alex looked up and around the empty room, just to make sure it was still empty. She was sitting on her bed, back against the headboard, with her legs folded to her chest.

"Ok so I'm still not following."

"Our parents absolutely hate each other right now. I was sent back to help them! Because if James doesn't learn how to behave and be nice, then we won't be born." Alex smiled.

"You call him James like he's nothing to you…." Harry whispered.

"Harry, what am I supposed to do? Honestly, you act as if I don't know he's my fa…." Alex stopped as the door began to open. "I have to go."

She shoved the mirror under her pillow so Harry's protests could not be heard.

Alex sighed and put her head on her knees as Colette and Lavinnia walked through the door.

"Fabulous." Alex muttered.

Harry shook his head as the mirror finally wiped clean of any trace of the past.

"What did she say?" Ron asked gently. They were in their dorm sitting on the floor, leaning against Harry's bed.

Harry sighed. "I keep forgetting she has to call him James. I can't imagine how hard it's been for her not to call him dad."

"Well, he is only sixteen. I'm pretty sure I'd look at someone funny if they called me dad right now." Ron said as began to stand up.

Harry followed. "Yea, it's just…I don't know, it's just not fair that she has to do this by herself."

Ron looked at Harry steadily. "You mean it's not fair she is there and you aren't?"

Harry looked taken aback. "What are you getting at?"

"Come on mate, I know you better than yourself sometimes. You're upset for more than one reason, and one is that she's getting to do something that doesn't involve you."

Harry stared at him in disbelief. "Ron-"

"Harry, please. You have your glory. Every day of your life whether you want it or not. Alex has been in your shadow since the day you were born, now tell me, do you think it's unfair that you don't get to be there, or fair to Alex that she finally has a chance to do something for herself?"

Harry's mouth parted in thought. Looking at his feet, Harry realized that Ron was right. How could he have been so selfish?

"You see?"

Harry nodded. "I'm sorry, I…I didn't realize."

"I didn't think you had." Ron smiled. "It's alright mate, I thought it would be better if I pointed it out instead of Hermione."

Harry laughed. "I suppose I should be grateful."

Ron nodded. "Indeed you should."

Summer walked to Slytherin's common room deep in thought. When she finally arrived she sat down on one of the luxurious couches in the center of the room.

"Ahem." Draco cleared his throat, staring at the girl across from him.

Summer jumped. She hadn't noticed he was there.

"Oh! I didn't see you! I'm sorry…." She began to get up.

"No, no, sit." Draco gestured lazily to the couch she just jumped up from. "Who are you?"

Summer sat back down slowly. "Um, Summer. Summer Astin."

Draco nodded. "You're the girl from America right?"

She nodded gracefully. "Yep. So um, you're Draco right?"

He smiled. "You've heard of me I see." He said smugly.

She giggled. "You could say that."

"Good things, I'm sure." He propped his feet up on the couch, lounging.

"Um…well…"

"You know the Potter's then." He laughed. "What a bunch of muggle lovers. Potty and his fame, and his cronies." He shook his head.

"I'm sensing some hostility." Summer laughed, remembering what Hermione said.

"I wouldn't make yourself too comfortable with that lot if I were you." He said to her with a straight face.

"Why? Because they're good people? I don't understand why you hate each other so much." Summer frowned, she couldn't understand at all.

"Since the first day of school. It's family rivalry more than anything." He shook his head. "They aren't just good people, they're too good."

"That's a problem?"

Draco nodded. "You have no idea."

Summer became suddenly uncomfortable.

"You're very pretty you know. Why have I not noticed you before?" Draco asked bluntly.

Summer blushed as she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just quiet I guess."

Draco nodded. "Well, don't be. You're far too lovely to keep quiet."

Summer's heart skipped a beat. "Thank you." She replied modestly.

Draco smiled and got up from the couch. "We should have another late night meeting again; it's nice to talk to someone who is so…how do I put this…." Draco searched for the words. "Socially retarded."

Summer blanched. "What?"

"Not in a mean way, you don't know very many people correct?"

Summer frowned. "No."

"Well, I'd rather you spend time with me than those Gryffindor do-gooders." Draco smiled. "Good night, Miss Astin."

Summer continued to frown as Draco left the room. There was such hate between him and her new friends in Gryffindor. She was determined to maintain a friendship with both parties, but how could she if she was in the middle of this ridiculous war?

Alex rolled onto her stomach and shoved her face into the bed.

"Well, well. Look who it is." Colette said with a smirk.

Alex sighed and looked up. "You would think one blow to the face would warn you to leave me alone. Some people just never learn I suppose."

Lavinnia went a little pale and looked at Colette, almost desperately.

Colette waved her off and continued to glare with her cocky grin.

"Well what do you want then? I haven't got all day." Alex propped her head up with her hand.

"Tell me Alex, why aren't there any records of you?" Colette folded her arms, glee written on her face.

"Found that out have you?" Alex smiled cheekily.

"There are no records whatsoever. I was right." Colette's smile couldn't have been wider. "You are lying."

Alex gave her a lazy golf clap and continued to stare, un-amused.

Colette became mildly frustrated. "Well, so who are you?"

"Alex. Who are you?" Alex's lip twitched into a tiny smirk.

"You are not! God woman you are frustrating! I am going to Dumbledore right now! I'll have you removed immediately for this nonsense!" Colette stamped her foot as Lavinnia looked at her friend.

"Colette, you can't remove her from the school." Lavinnia stated quietly.

Colette's fuming gaze turned to her friend. "Excuse me?" She breathed. "Of COURSE she can! Do you KNOW who I am!? I have the power and I will use it."

Lavinnia shook her head. "You have one hell of a temper, I'll tell you that much." Lavinnia sighed and walked closer to Alex. "If you hit her again, I won't say anything." She whispered. Lavinnia turned to look at Colette's horrified stare as she walked out of the room.

"Traitor!" Colette screamed after her.

Alex smiled and sat up. A mischievous look spread across her face. Colette backed away slowly.

"I will, don't you underestimate me." She said slowly.

Alex laughed. "Colette, not only are you delusional, you're relying on the help of a minister who not only has NO say over Dumbledore, but will have no say over me." Alex stood up and leaned against one of the four posters. "You have nothing." She said tauntingly.

"But I do." Colette said desperately. "I do, there are no records of you. I do."

Alex shook her head. "You will never know who I am."

Colette's eyes widened in fear.

Alex laughed and walked closer to Colette. "I don't even exist." Alex whispered.