Spot the easy Hamilton reference, I don't remember putting it there but I definitely can't remove it.

Chapter Ten

And though I feed on things that fell,

You can learn to levitate with just a little help

September 6th, 1972

James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter woke up on that Wednesday morning the same way as always. They dragged themselves into the shower and into their clothes the same as always. They procrastinated for as long as possible, the same as always. They went down to breakfast the same as always.

That's when it began.

A sudden blanket of magic dropped onto all four boys, startling them. Confused but seemingly okay, they made their way to their table, but when they tried to sit down, they fell through. Each boy let out a terrified scream, but no one reacted.

"What the hell?" James shouted, trying to grab onto the bench. His hand slipped through it as if it wasn't even there. "Moony!"

"I don't know!" Remus yelled back, equally startled. He got to his feet and tried to tap Alexia, who sat next to Lily laughing together. His hand went through her. "Alex!" She didn't react.

"Oh my god," Peter whimpered. "Are we dead?"

"Nick," Sirius ran up to Sir Nick, who was flying through the hall. The ghost didn't respond. "No, if we were ghosts, he'd be able to see us."

"So we can't interact with anything or anyone," James summarized. "How the hell did this happen?"

"We're dead," Peter whined. "We're dead!"

"We're not dead, Pete!"

Sirius paused. "I have an idea. Did anyone feel that magic when we got in here? Because we were fine in our dorm, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Ash did this!"

James narrowed his eyes. "I thought she forgot!"

Remus shook his head. "She must've been waiting for a time we wouldn't expect it. I have to say, she did pretty well. But how do we fix this?"

"I don't know," Sirius sighed, reaching over to lean on the table. His hand went through and he fell to the ground. James laughed at him, and he scowled as he got back to his feet.

"Neither do I."

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An hour later when breakfast finished, Alexia stood and turned to find her friends pouting by the teachers' table, which was now empty. Being the last ones there, she cleared her throat to get their attention. "Are you boys done?"

"You can see us?" James asked with wide eyes.

"I could the entire time," she laughed. "I could hear you, too."

"Did you lift the spell?" Remus wondered. She shook her head.

"Honestly, I thought you guys would figure it out yourselves. It's pretty simple."

"What is it?" Peter asked anxiously. She waved at the door.

"Leave."

"What?" Sirius stared at her.

"Just leave. I'm shocked you didn't try it before."

The four embarrassed boys ran out of the Great Hall and then touched a nearby suit of armor, shocked to find they were fine. Alexia made her way over to them, laughing the entire time.

"We thought you forgot," Sirius admitted.

"Nope," she shook her head. "I was just waiting."

"Well, it was definitely interesting and good charm work, but it wasn't that bad," Remus told her. "I thought you could do better."

"I can," she let out a laugh. "This is just a warning, boys. The Prank War of 1971 is now the Prank War of the Marauders. Whoever wins by the time we graduate is the Master Marauder."

"We need rules," Remus said seriously. "Things could get out of hand."

"We do," she agreed. "Nothing that could seriously hurt someone."

"Agreed," he nodded. "We can only prank each other, not the rest of the school."

"Agreed. Any of us can use any resources, including the Prewett twins, but no dark magic."

"Agreed. Nothing that can get us suspended or expelled."

"Agreed."

"Do either of you know a different word than agreed?" Sirius joked, earning himself a glare. "Fine. No teacher involvement."

"Each successful prank that doesn't break any rules counts as one point. Whoever has the most points by graduation wins."

"That sounds good."

"But wait," Pete looked to James. "Doesn't that mean we're all pranking each other?"

"Yep."

"Ooh," Sirius perked up. "We can help each other and if the prank works, everyone that was in on it gets a point."

"But no teams," Alexia raised an eyebrow.

"No teams."

"We can add more if we need to," Alexia told them, satisfied by the rules. "Are we good?"

"Yeah. Watch your back, Potter."

She rolled her eyes and walked off to get ready for their first class.

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September 14th, 1972

It was seven in the morning and Alexia was already awake and pacing through the school, her favorite thing to do when she couldn't sleep or had nightmares. It was still hard to be in Hogwarts and she thought it probably always would be. There was no way to forget the things she'd seen, and she didn't want to. She wanted to remember the people they'd lost. Still, she spent more time in the dungeons than anywhere else when wandering simply for the fact that she hadn't been down there during the final battle.

Walking into the potions classroom, she was startled to find Regulus sitting with his wand out over a cauldron. First years didn't brew potions, and she wondered what exactly he was doing. "Regulus?"

He tensed but turned with a tight smile. "Miss Potter."

She rolled her eyes and suppressed a laugh. "Please call me Lexi. What are you doing?"

"I'm just brewing a simple potion," he admitted. "It helps to calm me."

Alexia nodded and made her way over to take a glance at the potion. She narrowed her eyes at it. "Is that a Babbling Beverage?"

"It is," he admitted reluctantly.

"Why? Not that I don't support pranking, but I didn't expect you to."

"It's not a prank," he denied quickly. "It's revenge. I heard Dolohov calling you guys names. Especially you and Sirius."

She tensed a little at Dolohov's name. "So you plan to slip a second year a potion? How do you expect to do that?"

"I figured I'd just drop it in when he wasn't looking?"

"No, not good enough," she hummed, thinking. "Do you think you can get me a piece of his hair? I have an idea."

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, I once used a different form of this charm on a girl," she admitted. "I think I can modify it to work on hair instead of a signature and a potion instead of… what she did. I just need the hair."

"I can get it," he grinned with a spark in his eye that made her grin back. "The potion will be done before dinner tonight."

"Then let's do it at dinner," she winked. "And thank you for coming to our defense, Regulus."

"Call me Reg, Lexi."

"Got it."

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Alexia charmed the piece of hair to the potion so that it would only work when it touched Dolohov's lips. With that done, the pair slipped into the kitchens and put a little bit of it in each drink heading for the Slytherin table. Then they made their way out and hid in an alcove to laugh together.

During dinner, they exchanged glances many times until suddenly, Dolohov began shouting and babbling angrily. When she met Regulus's gaze, she burst into laughter. She stopped only when Sirius bumped her with his shoulder and nodded at Dolohov.

"Did you do this?"

"Regulus and I," she nodded. "Apparently, Dolohov was insulting you and me. I helped him make sure the potion would get to Dolohov without being able to trace it back to us."

"My brother?" Sirius's eyes moved to Regulus, who was smirking down at his food. "My brother did this… in my defense?"

"Yep."

"Well," he grinned. "That's fucking fantastic."

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Lucius looked to Alexia, who was laughing brightly, her eyes shining happily. Though there was a sick feeling in his stomach - he knew she'd slipped Dolohov the potion, though he wasn't sure why she'd do it - he couldn't help but smile at the sight. As much as he wanted to deny it, he could tell he'd developed some feelings for the girl.

To his left, a little ways down the table, Dolohov was still babbling. It was obvious he was angry, but the babbling made it extremely hard to take him seriously. It was only when more of the Gryffindor table began laughing that any teachers noticed, and Slughorn eventually pulled Dolohov out of the room, likely to find the antidote for the ridiculous potion.

"Stop looking at her like that," Severus hissed in his ear. He turned to look at his friend, raising an eyebrow silently. "Oh, come on. It's obvious. You can't court her, Malfoy. You'll be disowned for it."

"I have seven years to figure out who I'd like to marry," he replied dryly. "I do not think Father would protest dating."

"I'm just saying, be careful. Her brother and friends hate us and if we slip up even once around her, they'll hex us to hell and back."

"I do not intend to slip up," he frowned, indignant. "Besides, dating isn't in my plans for this year. Relax, Severus."

"I'm just saying. One of us messes up and we're both finished being her friend."

"It is ridiculous that they have such a hold on her friendships," Lucius noted, looking to Sirius, who was grinning at Alexia while she shoved him lightly and rolled her eyes. Something inside him churned uncomfortably at the sight as it always did when he saw them together, and he was confused by it as he always was. "She is her own person."

"And James is her twin, and Sirius is one of her best friends," Severus told him. "Remus can feel whatever she feels. The only one she isn't particularly close to is Pettigrew."

Lucius fell quiet when he saw McGonagall quietly make her way over to Alexia. The two exchanged some words and after a minute, Alexia let out a sigh and stood, following her head of house out of the great hall. "What do you think that is?"

"Maybe she got caught," Severus suggested. "She was laughing before anyone else."

"Oh, no."

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"I'm telling you, Professor, I didn't do it," Alexia repeated, annoyed. "You have no proof."

"Miss Potter, you must admit you have a bit of a history in these… pranks," McGonagall sighed, looking just as annoyed as she felt. "I cannot think of anyone else that would do this, especially after Professor Dumbledore told me to watch out for you and Mister Dolohov."

"I didn't do it!" she threw her hands up. "If I'm in danger from him, why would I do something like this and put myself in more danger?"

"I do not know," the woman admitted. "As it is, you'll have one week of detention. Seven p.m. in the great hall polishing our goblets."

"Professor!" she stared in frustration. "I didn't do it!"

"You are dismissed."

Alexia shot out of her chair and slammed out of the room, rushing through the castle until she got outside where she began to pace angrily. She had done it, sure, but it shouldn't have been able to be traced back to her. She assumed they only thought it was her by her reaction, and that was absolutely not proof.

A hand fell on her shoulder and she jumped, spinning around to point her wand at whoever had touched her. To her relief and horror, it was Regulus. She forced her shaky hand back down to her side and offered him a small smile. "Sorry. You startled me."

"Did you get in trouble?"

She shrugged. "I did. I don't care about being in trouble as much as I care about detention when there's absolutely no proof I did anything. I get detention enough as is, so I don't care about that."

"Why did they pick you?"

"I assume because I laughed first," she sighed, pulling her hair back. "I'm not sure, honestly."

"I'm sorry for getting you in trouble," he told her. Alexia smiled at him.

"It's worth it. It was sweet of you to defend us like that."

"He was saying vile things," Regulus admitted, anger flooding his gentle silver eyes. "He called you both blood traitors and… other words."

Alexia considered asking what else he said but decided it was best she not know, at least while she was so angry. "Well, thank you. And hey, if anyone ever insults you, I promise I'll hex them." Regulus laughed, and she grinned at the sound. It didn't seem like something he did often. "Don't you have class soon?"

"DADA," he confirmed. "The last of the night. What are you doing?"

"Skipping," she shrugged. "I'm too frustrated to sit still. I'll catch up with you later, okay?"

"Okay," he agreed, bowing his head at her. She wanted to laugh, but it felt less pompous and more respectful, so she just smiled back as he walked away from her.

Calmer after talking to him, she went back into the castle to head to her dorm, where she found Lucius speaking politely with Lily, who looked overwhelmed and intimidated. "Lucius," she greeted, surprised.

"Ah, there she is," he gave Lily a smile. "Thank you, Miss Evans."

"Oh, it's just- it's just Lily," the redhead corrected. "Um… I'll let you guys be. I need to make sure Marlene is actually studying."

"Tell her that if she doesn't study, I won't let her borrow my pink top again," Alexia told Lily, who laughed and nodded as she entered the portrait hole. Alexia turned back to Lucius with a smile. It surprised her how much she enjoyed his company. "Were you looking for me?"

"I was worried," Lucius confirmed. "You dosed Dolohov?"

"Regulus was going to do it and get caught, so I helped him. I shouldn't have been caught, there was no way. I have detention for a week. It's ridiculous."

"And why was Regulus going to do it?"

"Because apparently, Dolohov was insulting Sirius and I, and Regulus didn't want to let that go. I decided to help him so he wouldn't get in trouble."

"That was dangerous, Alexia," he told her with a concerned frown. "You're already worried he might hurt you, or did you forget?"

"He wasn't supposed to find out," she shrugged. "I can protect myself."

"Not from him," he raised an eyebrow. "I do not mean to be harsh, but every memory with him, he hurt you."

"He's thirteen! I think I can handle him now."

Lucius shook his head. "Please be careful. Families like mine, Regulus's, and Dolohov's are raised learning dark magic from a young age. He might not be able to do other things like transfiguration or ancient runes, but he can likely cast dark curses."

"I'll be okay," she promised. "If it makes you feel better, I'll stick with people for a while so that I'm not alone."

"Thank you," he offered her a smile, and she felt some of the tension in her shoulders leave at the sight. She shifted a little, uncomfortable with how much she appreciated his smile and his voice. She cleared her throat and looked away from him.

"Um, I think I should… I'm going to… go," she managed, wincing at how awkward it sounded. "I'm, uh, pretty tired."

"Have a good night, Alexia," he said, still smiling at her. Her heart skipped a beat as if he'd never said that to her before, and she stuttered out a good night and turned to rush into the Gryffindor common rooms.

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September 27th, 1972

It was nearly two in the morning when Alexia finally finished with her first detention. It had been overseen by Filch, which was horrible. He looked at her like he wanted to string her up by her toes, and she was pretty sure he did. After an hour, she'd put up a circular shield around her every time he came to check on her.

She hadn't been given any passes to get past the teachers patroling the halls, so she went down a floor to head to the passage she needed that would take her to Gryffindor common rooms. There were many more than were on the Marauder's Map, and she'd actually stumbled upon some of them in her sixth year while trying to escape from Harry's brooding and Ron's… kissing.

While in the dungeons she saw a light in a nearby hall and, curious, she took the turn to see who was wandering about. To her relief, it wasn't a teacher. Anymore detentions and she knew they'd be writing home to her parents, and she didn't want to disappoint them. Still, whoever was walking toward her had a cloak on and their wand out.

"Hello?" she called uncertainly. She was on guard and already had her shield up - after a night around Filch, she was nervous enough as is.

"Alexia Potter?"

She tensed. "That depends, who's asking?"

"Antonin Dolohov," he answered, dropping the hood of his cloak. She took a step back as he stepped forward. "I don't believe we've met."

"We haven't," she confirmed, gripping her wand so tight that her knuckles turned white. "I should get to bed."

"What are you doing in the dungeons so late at night?" he wondered, moving closer.

"I just got out of detention. As I said, I need to get to bed."

"I can escort you there," he offered, moving closer much quicker than she was moving away from him. Before she could turn and run, he grabbed her arm tightly. "I wouldn't want to see you hurt."

"I'm alright," she said cautiously, nearly tripping when he tugged her closer to his side. "You could get in trouble."

"Oh, I'll be fine," he promised. "It's you that we should worry about."

His threatening tone made her shiver and she wished that the shield she'd had up protected her against physical people and not just weapons. She moved along quietly for a minute, considering how she could escape from him without escalating the situation. She came up with nothing by the time they reached the stairs, and he tugged her harder. She nearly tripped walking up the stairs and when they got three flights up - the Gryffindor common room was on the fifth floor - he stopped and stepped in front of her.

"I'm not sure if you saw yesterday, but someone dosed me with a Babbling Beverage at dinner."

"That's horrible," she told him softly, making sure her voice didn't shake.

"It is. I've been trying to figure out who it was, and I finally did. It was hard, but I heard you were in detention tonight and I wondered why. You're the only person in detention tonight, in fact, and it's because you dosed me."

"I did not," she said, careful to keep her voice calm. "I have no clue why Professor McGonagall thought I did. I didn't do anything. I was a table away from you, Dolohov."

"You're the smartest girl in your class," he argued. "You could find a way, I'm sure."

"Let go of me."

"Okay," he said. Her gut twisted as she immediately regretted her words. He released her for barely a second before he shoved her as hard as he could and she tumbled down one flight of stairs. Her head hit the stone floor six times before her body came to a stop at the bottom. In pain and likely with a concussion, she barely noticed as he came to a stop next to her, having followed her down. "Don't come after me again, Potter. I won't let you off so easy next time."

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It was a full hour before someone found Alexia. She'd passed out and was found by Mrs. Norris, who retrieved Filch, who reluctantly retrieved Professor McGonagall when her bleeding messed up his cleaning job. She was taken to the infirmary where she was woken and treated while Professor McGonagall went to Gryffindor to find James. He was still up and waiting in the common room for his sister, nervous as Sirius, Remus, and Peter tried to comfort and distract him from the late hour.

"Mister Potter," Professor McGonagall greeted. "If you'll follow me to the infirmary, please."

"Oh my god," Remus stared in surprise as James jumped to his feet.

"Is it Lexi? Is she okay?"

"She will be fine," the witch assured him. "Your parents are on their way as is customary for a head injury. Madame Pomfrey is with her now, but I assumed you'd like to see her."

"I'm coming," Remus stated, getting up from the floor. When McGonagall went to argue, he continued on. "She's my beta, Professor, and my best friend."

"She's my best friend, too," Sirius said indignantly. "She's only in detention for me to begin with."

"What happened?" Peter asked, surprisingly before anyone else.

Professor McGonagall looked to the small boy. "We're unsure. It seems she fell down some stairs on her way to bed."

"Fat chance," Sirius muttered. "It was Dolohov."

"Mister Dolohov was nowhere around," the woman sighed. "You may all come, but you mustn't crowd her."

With that, the five of them rushed down to the infirmary, where Alexia laid in a bed unconscious. There were potions and water on the table next to her, and she was pale but otherwise looked okay. James rushed to her side and grabbed her hand. When everyone else crowded her - like McGonagall told them not to - she was jostled awake and looked around in confusion.

"It's okay, Lex," James whispered. "We're here. You're okay."

"Jamie," she replied, slurring a little.

"Yeah," he kissed her head. "You're okay. Do you remember what happened?"

She frowned and squinted her eyes as she tried to remember. "I was… trying to use a passage in the dungeons but… Dolohov…"

"I fucking knew it," Sirius said loudly.

"Tried to take me to Gryffindor," she continued as it came back to her. "He shoved me down some stairs and threatened me."

"Shit," James whispered. "It's okay. You'll be okay. He won't hurt you again, okay, Lex? We'll protect you."

"'m tired," she breathed. James stroked her hair gently and met Sirius's eyes as his sister fell back asleep.

Dolohov would never touch her again.

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October 8th, 1972

It was a brisk 10C outside, and most all students were taking in the last of the warm weather on the Sunday afternoon, while some other students did homework in the library or their dorms.

James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter, however, were in the Great Hall.

Remus sat with a book in front of him and his tea held in a hand, warming his cold body. His forehead pinched with a headache.

James was hanging backward off of a chair and tried, to the best of his ability, to drink chocolate milk upside down without spilling it. He wasn't doing well, and he had chocolate milk in his messy hair already.

Peter, for a reason no one could understand, was trying to figure out how to tie muggle shoes. It wasn't going well by the looks of it.

Sirius was pacing and sporadically screaming in frustration as he thought over a prank he wanted to pull but didn't have the skills for.

A pair of heels clicked against the stone floor and moved closer and closer until they stopped five feet away from the group of friends. With the rest of the Great Hall empty and most of the rest of that floor empty, they were rather loud but mostly unheard.

"What on earth are you four doing?" McGonagall asked, staring at them.

Not a single one looked up, though they all replied at the same time. "Homework."

"You are extremely loud," she told them disapprovingly. "I'd appreciate it if you found something else to do. The elves will be setting up for dinner soon."

"We're bored," James said, looking up from his chocolate milk, which dribbled a little onto his neck. "There's nothing to do."

"Go join your sister," she suggested. "Or go outside. Quidditch tryouts are in an hour. Are you not interested?"

James perked up and flew into an upright position, dropping the rest of his chocolate milk onto his lap in the process. "There is? No one told me!"

"It's on the announcement board," Remus rolled his eyes, setting his book down. "I thought you'd seen it."

"You didn't tell me?" James exclaimed, looking hurt. "You've betrayed my trust!"

McGonagall cleared her throat. "I expect to see all of you there."

"Um, actually, I'm not going to try out," Remus shook his head quickly.

"Then I expect you to be doing something productive," she declared before walking out of the room. With her gone, James jumped out of his seat excitedly.

"Padfoot! We have to go try out!"

"I'm working on something," Sirius muttered back, not paying much attention. James tore Remus's book away from the werewolf and threw it at Sirius, gathering his attention. "What the fuck, Prongs?"

"Quidditch tryouts!"

Sirius perked up. "When?"

"In an hour," Remus informed him, grabbing his book off the floor. "I'm going to go to the library to get some peace and quiet."

"But you have to tryout!" James huffed.

"Prongs, I don't think Quidditch is going to work around…"

"Your furry little problem?" Sirius grinned, laughing at the glare he received. "He might be right."

"Fine, but you'll come to our games, right?"

"If you even get on the team," Remus rolled his eyes, making his way out of the Great Hall before his friends could stop him. He turned a few corners until he got to the library. It was quieter than he'd expected, and when he went to Alexia's table, he found it occupied by Alexia and Lucius Malfoy. They were whispering, but with the moon two days away, he could hear them easily before they could see him.

"-promised you'd be careful," Lucius was saying. Alexia looked tired and also somewhat ashamed. Remus could still see a bandage on her forehead covering an injury that wasn't healed in time for dittany. "How did it happen?"

"He grabbed me," she sighed. "I didn't want to escalate the situation or make it worse and give him more reason to do what he did in the future."

Remus frowned. A lot of the things he overheard her saying made no sense, but possibly that more than others.

Lucius looked her in the eye seriously. "Listen to me. Nothing you've done now deserves what he did then."

She shrugged, looking helpless and unsure. "We don't know what happens before 1979. Maybe there is something that deserves… all of that. Besides, it was two sides fighting. Maybe he was just… fighting me because he was supposed to. Maybe it was coincidence."

"Calling you Alexia was coincidence? Your name was Hermione. No one else called you Alexia. He knew what he was doing. There was no accident. Besides, he was not acting like he was fighting because he had to. Do you not remember what he said when Bellatrix left? 'You're almost there.' He knew. He was waiting for you."

She slumped in her seat and looked down at her hands that sat on the table. "Yeah. You're right. I just feel like I've started something and there's no way to take it back."

"And you're sure he's alive and well?"

She let out a short laugh. "As far as I'm aware, he wasn't arrested. We'd rounded everyone up into a room and put the wards back up but I didn't see him there, and I don't think he died. So he probably escaped."

Lucius looked disappointed. "It's one thing to deal with him here, but to have to go back to the future and-,"

Remus gasped as every niggling thought fell into place. Alexia was from the future.

And she had her wand trained on him. He offered her a shaky smile. "I'm sorry. I'm- I didn't mean to-,"

Her arm fell to the side and she took a step back, having gotten out of her chair and rushed over to be able to see him. "Remus."

"Hi?"

She fell back into her chair and put her head down onto her homework. "Fucking perfect."

"Would you like me to go?" Lucius wondered, looking between her and Remus. She gave him a pleading look and he nodded once, not moving.

"Alex… woah."

"I think I have a headache," she muttered.

"I think that's from the concussion," Lucius told her.

"Actually, I think it's from my inability to keep a fucking secret," she said in a huff. She sat up and looked at Remus. "Okay, go ahead."

"Does James know?"

She shook her head. "My parents, Dumbledore, Lucius, and… Sirius. He found out at the ball. The family trees had my real birthdate."

"And what is it?"

"19th September 1979."

"Oh my god," he breathed. "This explains so much."

"I've got the typical questions down from Sirius and Lucius," she told him. "Yes, I knew you in the future. I knew a few of you. There was a war, that's why I have PTSD."

"What is PTSD?" Lucius wondered, curious. She looked at him and considered not answering.

"It means post-traumatic stress disorder," she explained. "People can get it after they go through war, child abuse, sexual abuse, and many other things. It means nightmares, panic attacks, flashbacks, intrusive thoughts, and even mistrust. It's extremely complicated and I have a headache so maybe we can talk about my mental illnesses another day."

"Plural?" Remus wondered before he could stop himself. At her look, he nodded. "Sorry. So… when did you leave? What happened? Did you do this on purpose?"

"Okay. 1998, some asshole sent me back here-,"

"You have to let go of that-,"

"And no. If I could've, I wanted to go back right away, but I'm aware there's currently no way to travel forward in time. Apparently, I leave in 1979, probably before my birthday."

Remus took a second to take in her answers before asking another question. "What's going on with Dolohov? Why is he so worried?" He asked, nodding at Lucius. It was Lucius who answered him, much to the apparent relief of Alexia.

"Dolohov has, in her time and our future, attacked her many times and even tried to kill her or kidnap her. He forced her to watch a friend die. On the last battle of her war, he called her Alexia when they fought, when her name, at the time, was Hermione Granger."

"Oh," he frowned. "And you're concerned he's going to hurt you again?"

"I'm concerned that I've started something that carries on for more than twenty years," she confirmed, looking exhausted. "I have a lot more questions about everything than I do answers, and the more I dwell on it, the more it drives me crazy."

"I won't say anything," Remus promised her sincerely. "This… can't be easy, especially since you know us."

"You have no idea."

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