AN: So just to clear up; the street rats really and truly believe Alexandra is dead. Tonks showed a lot of remorse, but not enough for someone who just killed a child. However, growing up in the streets death is a very present fact of life. So to them, Tonks showed the correct amount of remorse. Also, they are under the impression that Tonks is simply law enforcement. Street kids don't have the best experience with them. so yeah. They 'know' that she is dead. Also, what do you guys think of the last chapter? I originally was going to have Alexandra and Hassan get into a big fight, have Alexandra leave of her own accord, and Lilith prove herself to be two-faced, but I decided that Hassan and Alexandra are cute, and that I liked Lilith too much to make her evil. Onto the update I made you wait too long for!

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Alexandra tugged at her robes. Wizards wore such strange things in time of mourning. She was wearing a floor length, sleeveless white dress, elbow length white gloves and white heels. She would have felt like a bride, if not for the strange cloak. It was white, of course, and made of a thin gauzy material. The hood was pulled up over her head. The makeup they wore was even stranger. It was applied in such a way, she looked as if she were dying. All in all, Alexandra looked like a ghost. Ginny, who had delightfully helped the elder girl pick out robes and put on makeup, claimed it was symbolic. Apparently it was supposed to show that with whoever's death you were mourning, a bit of you died as well. Hermione backed it up though, so it was probably true. Or an elaborate prank. Either way she was ready to visit her parents grave. Alexandra was really surprised when Tonks had offered to take her, but grateful nevertheless. She walked down the steps of Grimmuald place, not speaking a word. Everyone averted their eyes from her and cleared a path. Normally she would find this concerning, but Hermione had explained wizard customs after extensive research; the mourner was not to talk until he/she reached the grave, and nobody was to speak to the mourner until they themselves spoke. When speaking to the mourner, you spoke with a hushed voice. Not a whisper, but still quiet. The mourner spoke is a whisper when paying respect, but only mouthed words or spoke inaudibly. Usually, there was a witch or wizard joining the mourner who cast a special spell to help them understand what the mourner was saying. Tonks was Alexandra's escort, but she doubted it would be necessary to talk to anyone besides her on this trip. It was out respect for the dead and Alexandra felt as though a part of her was truly dying, as another was moving on. Tonks was waiting by the door for her. Alexandra immediately felt jealous of Tonks. Or rather, Tonks's outfit. The bodice was an intricate red design that resembled a cage, and the skirt was long with roses. The red cage design was supposed to symbolize being trapped; unable to help the person you knew was mourning. The roses represented your empathy for the person. Tonks held the door open and the duo stepped out. with a pop they avapporated. They arrived and walked silently to the grave. Tonks made a stay here gesture avapporated away again.

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The street rats stood assembled in the graveyard. Tonks had shown up a few minutes before in a strange dress and brought them here, before leaving in that creepy way that wizards do. All waiting for…well, they weren't quite sure what. Tonks to come back and take them to the grave most likely. It had been quite an ordeal to explain to Mallory and Cormac what was happening. They weren't quite sure Cormac understood, but he had been unusually quite sense they attempted to explain it, so maybe he did know. A faint pop alerted them to a magical beings presence. They looked to their left and saw Tonks, her hair now black.

"Follow me." they trailed behind her past tons of old graves. Tonks flicked her hand, and a statue of three people popped up. A black haired man, a redhead woman, and a black haired baby cradled in their arms. It was Alexandra and her parents.

"They used to live here." Tonks explained. "Alexandra's old house is right down the road a little ways." She continued until they were at a joined grave. It had the names if Mr. and Mrs. Potter on it. But those were the only names on it. Mallory gasped and tugged on McKenzie's sleeve.

"¿Qué?" she snapped. Mal just shook her head and pointed. McKenzie looked up from the grave and shrieked. This alerted Suzette who inhaled sharply and put her hands over her mouth. Hassan, who had been staring forlornly at the ground and blocking out everything else, looked up and gasped. Standing there was a ghost. An honest to goodness ghost. It had to be. For it looked like Sandra when they first met her, black hair and all. Except…now, she looked dead. And she was dead. Her long garments touched the ground and they could not see if she was floating or walking. Hassan opened his mouth to say something when Tonks clamped a hand over it.

"It is our tradition. You do not speak to her until she speaks to you. You do not touch her unless she touches you. Those are the rules. Got it?" he nodded and she removed her hand. Ghost Alexandra still wasn't facing them. maybe you couldn't hear after you die? After what seemed like hours, but was only mere minutes, Alexandra started to slowly turn around. When she saw them, her eyes widened and she glanced at Tonks. Tonks smiled and nodded, her hair turning bright pink. Ghost Alexandra's face broke into a grin. She quickly rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Hassan's neck, before doing the same with the rest of the street rats. When she tried to release Cormac however, he refused and with a giggle she held him. Who knew ghosts could touch you? You learn something new every day. With a wistful smile he stared into ghost Alexandra's eyes and waited for her to speak. Hassan saw her lips moving quickly but no sound came out. this saddened him. Do you lose your voice when you die? Is Alexandra now nothing more that a mere reflection of what life was? He was startled out of his thoughts as someone snapped their fingers in his face. Ghost Alexandra. Her lips moved again, and this time he could make out what she was saying. She was asking if he was okay. He nodded jerkily, no longer trusting himself to speak. Ghost Alexandra's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. She turned to Tonks and mouthed more words. Tonks simply shrugged in response.

"I can ask them if you like." Tonks offered. The black haired girl smiled and nodded.

"She wants to know why you're acting so weird. And not just blondie. All of you."

"Is that a legitimate question right now?" Suzette asked with one eyebrow raised. Tonks smirked.

"Point taken. I guess this is all a bit strange to you." That won understatement of the year. First they find out that Lexa was a witch, then these people killed her, and now they were having a conversation with her ghost! Ghost Alexandra bounced on the balls of her feet (did ghost have feet?) and mouthed something else to Tonks.

"She says that she wants to know the weirdest part for you guys." Mal let out a shaky laugh.

"Having a conversation Spirit Andra takes the cake for sure." Ghost Alexandra's face scrunched up in confusion.

What? she mouthed. She whirled around to face Tonks and started mouthing things so fast it looked like gibberish. Tonks held up her hands in a pleading manor.

"Whoa! Calm down. I didn't tell them you were dead. I have no idea where they got that from. I swear!" she couldn't mean what he thought she meant right? Alexandra was dead…right? He wanted so badly to believe that she wasn't, but he couldn't bare to get his hopes up just to have them crushed.

"You mean…Lexi's alive?" Lilith asked. It was the first time she spoke sense that day. At this gho-or rather real Alexandra's eyes popped out of her head.

You mean you thought that Tonks killed me? I'm pretty sure she would be killed if she did. I am the savior of the wizarding world. Though at least half of said world wants to throw me in the loony bin.

Hassan was proud that he was able to read all of that. she didn't really talk fast, but still. Lip reading was a hard skill. He must have not understood though. If she was alive and fine, then why wasn't she talking? Alexandra turned around once more to face Tonks and smiled.

Can I please talk now?

Tonks shook her head.

"You know how this works as well as I do. Don't give me that look. Knowing Hermione, you're probably and expert by now."

Can you at least explain what's going on to them?

Tonks bit her lip. Hassan was hoping she would. He was so lost.

"I guess I can. They already know about magic. And it's not like they're following the other rules." Alexandra got an annoyed look on her face. With her hands on her hips she asked

Did you explain the rules to them? I mean if you did they would respect the dead by talking in a hushed voice.

Respect the dead…all Hassan really wanted to know was if that included Alexandra or not. He didn't care about respecting a bunch of corpses. Unless one of those corpses was his girlfriend. Tonks looked sheepish.

"Uh…I told them that they didn't talk or touch you until you did. But that's er, that's about it." ALEXANDRA Rolled her eyes.

Screw tradition. I've paid respect to my parents.

She turned to face us.

"I'm not dead guys." She started rubbing at her face. The pale whiteness and gaunt appearance of her face disappeared somewhat. She held up her hand to show makeup. "This is just wizard tradition." She pulled off her cloak, thus ruining the illusion of her being a ghost. It revealed a white dress, white gloves, and black hair pinned out of her face. "I guess these gloves are ruined anyway." She was right. There was makeup on one glove. Alexandra pulled them off and used them to wipe all of the makeup off her face. She unpinned her hair and Hassan watched as it fell in loose waves in front of her face.

"I've missed you so much." He said. She rushed forward to embrace him. He was shocked to see her crying.

"I wish you guys could come with me." She mumbled into his shoulder. He gently pulled away.

"Hey this isn't the end. Forever and always right?" she smiled through her tears. Alexandra held up her hand to show the ring she was wearing under her gloves.

"Forever and always."

AN: the end! This is technically the last chapter! I can't believe it. This was only meant to be a three shot, but here we are! I want to thank all of the readers who stuck with me through this. Especially Mia Tia. He/she has been a faithful reviewer throughout this story. They have encouraged me and made my day. I want to thank all my reviewers for doing this. So options. Option one: this wasn't how this story was supposed to end. So I can write a fanfiction about how this was originally going to end. Option two: I can make a sequel. It would pick up in sixth year. Option three: I can do a series of one-shots spanning from sixth year till when they have grandchildren most likely. (Option three is my personal favourite ?) Option four: I could write an epilogue chapter and post it on this story. Through flashbacks, it would tell the tale of what happens next. Option five: I could write a new fanfiction about their kids. There is a poll up on my profile. Voting ends the 10th of January at eight o'clock. Get out there and vote!