Hey guys. Just want to apologize about being away for so long. I honestly didn't mean to stay away for so long and abandon you guys. Time got away from me and before I realized it I was away for three weeks. Anyway, I know you guys don't really want to sit here and read my rambling on not updating the work.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any characters affiliated with the name, J.K. Rowling does. All rights reserved to her. I do have rights to all of my original characters, though.
I wasn't currently in the right frame of mind as I ran out of Dumbledore's office. My mind was still buzzing with too many things about what just happened and it was hard to focus on any one thing. Everything was a blur and I really needed some air. I didn't really pay any attention to where I was going; I just let my feet guide me to wherever.
What would be the right response for someone in this position? You just found out that your birth mother gave you away because she had an affair and didn't want to upset her husband. Said husband didn't want his wife to keep you because he feared one day he wouldn't be good enough for you. Your biological father is…well, I really don't know who he is. Your biological mother was drunk the night you were conceived and the only thing that you know about who your father is, is his name.
Not to mention that your birth mother gave you up the minute she gave birth to you without even making sure that said woman was even sane. She just knew. And let's not forget to add that now your mother is a suspect in an investigation to find out who drugged you with anti-magic potion, or whatever it was!
NO!
I refuse to go there. Yeah, maybe my mother is the most likely suspect but there is no way that she would do that to me if she discovered what I really was. She loved me. She wanted to protect me from anything that would hurt me. Why would she do something like that—try and take away a part of me, an essential part of me, just to keep me…normal? And I'm only doubting her right now because I am vulnerable…and distraught…and…and…
"I knew I'd find you here," a deep voice startled me. I looked up to see black, wavy hair hanging down a stress-ridden face. Sirius Black.
When my mind recovered enough to register what he said I took a look around me. How the hell did I end up here? I've never even been to this part of the castle? I have no idea where I am.
"Judging by the look on your face I'm going to wager that you don't recall how you end up here," he guessed.
He walked closer to me and stood beside me gazing at the grounds of Hogwarts. The sun was just setting and the sky was the most amazing shade of reds, violets, pinks, and fiery oranges. The sun gave the Black Lake a green glow that actually made it look less daunting.
"How could you know that I'd come here if I didn't even know myself? I was so lost in thought…I didn't consciously mean to come here…"
"I'd just about figured."
"Then how…?"
"Because I came here a lot as a lad, myself. And yeah, you may not have consciously decided to come here, but Hogwarts knew what you needed."
"How could a castle know what I need?"
"That's the funny thing about magic: it doesn't always make sense. Sometimes magic just…knows. Hogwarts is a very intelligent and intuitive lass, and she sometimes knows her students than they know themselves."
"But…?"
"Look lass, I don't know the specifics and everything behind it, but when a student enters Hogwarts for the first time, their magic bonds with this castle. Hogwarts recognizes students by their magical signatures, bond with them, and that's how she knows certain things. She knew that you needed some place peaceful and quiet to go. What better place than the Astronomy Tower?"
I looked back around at where I was. I guess this would be the best place to look up at the stars. The view must be amazing from here. There are not many opportunities to stargaze while living in the city and I bet it would be wonderful from this viewpoint.
But the small chatter of students returning from Hogsmeade brought my attention back to the present. I watched as they huddled and giggled and chased each other around. They looked so carefree and…youthful. Not something you'd expect to see from kids who were just yesterday ready to curse each other for just looking at each other the wrong way. But they were happy right now. I yearned for the way they laughed so freely.
I sighed heavily and looked down at my hands.
"If it makes you feel any better…I was…kind of hoping that you'd be mine," he chuckled nervously keeping his eyes on the students below. Some chose to lounge around on the grounds with their friends.
My head jerked in his direction when he said that. I couldn't believe my ears. He…what?!
"You…huh?"
He sighed again. "I wanted you to be my daughter, as crazy as it may sound. I was pretty…friendly with the ladies back in my day and I wouldn't exactly be surprised if I fathered a few cubs." He gave a force laugh at the look on my face. "Look, all I'm saying is if I would have learned today that you were my child, I would be doing everything in my power to get to know you. You seem like a really amazing lass."
"Is that why you came looking for me? To convince me to come back and give them a chance? 'Cuz I gotta say, you're doing a pretty crap job about it. If anything, it's making me resent them more because they're not here. They never were." I spat bitterly.
"Actually I came looking for you because a certain godson of mine is going crazy lookin' for his girl. He's pretty into you, love." He turned around in his stance against the wall separating us from the plunge to our death.
I could feel the skin beneath my skin heat and a smile spread across my face.
"Harry's…special. You know? You really think he's crazy for me?" I asked looking up through my eyelashes. I felt like some love-struck idiot asking that question but I really wanted to know. I knew Green eyes had a thing for me, but Green eyes is really attractive and he's a pretty big thing in the wizarding world. He can really get any girl he wanted.
He only gave me a look. "Do you not see the way that boy fawn all over you. He damn tripped over himself when he saw you run out of the room all upset. Speaking of, are you ready to head back. I'm pretty sure the cub's beside himself with worry."
I giggled a little at the way he rolled his eyes but I could tell he really adored Harry. Harry was right earlier when he mentioned how much Sirius loved him. Even just barely talking to him I could tell that Sirius meant what he said before when he told me that he would have loved for me to be his daughter. And I have to say, that it felt pretty good knowing that.
He swung his large arm around me as I started walking towards the inside of the school again.
"I'm serious lass. The kid's head over hills for you. But I can't really say I'm surprised. Them Potters have a way of finding their true love at a really young age."
"Really?" I was surprised. I didn't know this. Sirius nodded his head in full assurance.
"Absolutely. Mr. Potter, Harry's grandfather that is, met his beautiful wife Dorotea when he was only seven and I remembered him saying how much it was love at first sight. Hell, I was right next to James, Harry's dad, when he saw Lily the first time, when we were eleven, and I couldn't pull that boy away from her ever since."
Sirius had this distant look in his eyes as though he was in the past again. His smile was nostalgic and sad at the same time.
"Anyway" he cleared his throat, "Harry's done found his one—that's you, by the way—and he's a goner. Just between me and you," he lowered his voice as we got inside the halls of Hogwarts, "I'm glad it's you. I mean, I know the he can be a few screws short sometimes, but he is a really bright boy.
I already knew Green eyes was smart.
"He's had it pretty rough his whole life, you know. I don't think he's told you. He doesn't talk about it much—heck! At all. But I know his childhood has taken its toll on him and he really needs someone whose gonna stick by him. His friends are great, especially kitten—sorry," he chuckled at an inside joke, "Hermione. She's a spitfire that one, but I feel she's still not there yet, you know?"
"Not really. I don't know what you're getting at. Hermione is a freaking genius. And she's mature."
"That's not what I'm saying. Yeah the girl's a genius, and a helluva lot more mature than I'll ever be, but Hermione and Harry…that'll never happen. They're not only jut best friends, but Hermione and Harry don't click right in the way. Hermione's not ready for a relationship, at least not one of the magnitude that Harry would require. And is not a bad thing. But the maturity that is needed for a relationship is something she lacks."
"And you think that I have it?"
"I know that you do. And if you don't right now, you'll figure it out along the way with Harry. Don't doubt him or yourself. Okay?"
We stopped in front of the Great Hall's doors and I looked up at him. His ashy gray eyes were really intense and serious. He was looking for something in me. I guess he found it when he suddenly smiled wide and threw open the doors where the first thing that I saw were bright Green eyes.
"Do you want to talk about it now?"
Green eyes and I were lying on his bed with the curtains drawn. We had been in silence up to this point for nearly two hours now since Sirius' and my entrance into the Great Hall. Well, my entrance into the Great Hall. After Sirius burst through the doors I looked to my left only to see him in a dog form turning the corner. Green eyes ran to me and I knew he wanted to ask if I was alright, but somehow he was able to hold back until now.
He had to sneak me into his dorms, and it wasn't easy. A lot of the Gryffindors littered the hallways talking to friends and even more in the common room. He chose instead to just fly us up to his room on his broomstick. I couldn't fully enjoy the ride, though, because my mind was pulled back to what Sirius said earlier.
"The Potters have a way of finding their true love at an early age..."
I looked up from where my head lay on his shoulder and into his beautiful shaded eyes. They weren't as sparkling and bright as they usually were and I didn't like seeing him this way. I knew he was worried about me, but I didn't like the look on his face.
"Not really. I mean, there's nothing much to talk about."
"Well, I think there is plenty to talk about. Like for instance, your birth parents." His face scrunched up and my fingers moved to rub his face. I didn't even realize what I was doing until after I did it. He smiled softly at me.
"Yeah..."
"And there is nothing you want to say about it?"
"What am I supposed to say?"
"What about how you feel?"
"And what should I feel Harry?"
"Angry. Confused. Hurt, maybe. I would if I were in your position. I have really only known Sirius, Tonks, Remus, and Tonks' parents for a couple of years. I can't really say that I know them too well, but the same could be said for you."
I just stared into his eyes. I didn't know what he was trying to say just then.
"In my defense, it doesn't really feel like we just went on our first date today, and had our first kiss yesterday. Are you saying that you think we're moving too fast...?" I was worried that he was trying to hint at me that he thought we should slow down.
Just like my history with friends, my history of boyfriends is much less. Pretty much non-existent. I've had a nice amount of suitors over the years and everything, but I haven't been attracted in someone like I was with Green eyes.
"No!" he jumped up a little, and then apologized for scaring me. "That's not what I'm saying at all! I just...I'm on your side. I know what it's like to be hurt by someone who is supposed to care for you."
He stayed in his upright position. He looked down at his pale hands and I sat up with him. If I thought I didn't like the worried look on his face, this pained look nearly killed me. It made me wants to go out and hurt anyone who hurt him. I reached to tangle our fingers together and squeezed them. He looked back at me with a hesitant look before he started speaking again.
"My parents died when I was one years old. I don't know how much you know about me, but they were killed by Voldemort." He paused and checked over as though he was waiting for something to happen but he continued after his search came up empty. I was confused by his reaction but didn't press on.
"Every wizard and witch knows the story about that fateful Halloween night when I got rid of Lord Voldemort. Short story short, he killed my parents, and in a desperate attempt to save me, my mother sacrificed her life for mine. Voldemort tried to kill me too, but the spell bounced off me and onto him. I was left with this scar."
I watched as he brought his arm up to pull his inky hair back. His hair was thick and really dark, making his skin look paler. But with his hair removed from his forehead I noticed what he was referring to. I hadn't caught the angry, red scar before because he had been growing his hair out since this summer, but I could see it clearly now. It pronounced itself on his skin in a lightning mark-S-shaped sort of way.
"That's a pretty cool scar you have there," I tried to make light of it. But it didn't work.
"He 'marked me as his equal' that night. Anyway, I was given to my mother's sister, Petunia, and her husband, Vernon Dursley. They had a baby boy around my age named Dudley. They were horrible. They...I spent the first eleven years of my life slaving over a stove, a sink, and their filthy clothes. I was treated as trash. The food that they barely fed me were smaller than the scraps they fed the raccoon that used to dig in our trash. No matter what I did, it was always wrong. I was always a bad boy...
"I slept under the stairs in this really small closet. All i had to my name was a cot, and the few hand me downs from Dudley. I could only have something if Dudley was done with it first. Toys, clothes, food. i used to wonder why they hated me so much. Why they treated me this way. Why they loved Dudley and not me. I thought I was a good boy. I barely asked for anything, I didn't whine or complain, like Dudley did often. I even got really good grades. But when they noticed that my grades were higher than Dudley's they couldn't have that. They pulled me out of school and withheld me a year before letting me return. I was behind in everything and the other kids laughed and poked fun of me. But Dudley and his friends were worst.
"They would chase me around the playground until my lungs would burn and I would fall and scrap my knees. They;'d then beat me once I was down on the ground until I started to scream. And then they'd laugh. If I hit them back, they'd tell and say I provoked them. I was already behind in my school work and the Dursleys spread the rumor around town that I was a troublesome kid, so it wasn't hard for the teachers to learn that I was nothing but a liar and a troublemaker. If they ever noticed anything odd about my small body or how big and dirty the clothes on me were, they never said anything about it."
He had to take a few deep breaths before he could continue. My anger boiled underneath but I didn't want Green eyes to see me that way. I didn't want him to know how much it affected me because I wanted to focus on comforting him only.
"I thought things would always be like that. I remember how I would count the days until I could leave them all behind forever and never look back. I hated it there. And then Hagrid came to get me. Telling me about this magic world and that I was a part of it. I didn't believe him. And then he told me about my parents. The Dursleys had me believing that they died in a car crash, but Hagrid, he told me the truth. They lied about my parents and me my whole life, and they killed them off in such a despicable manner!"
Harry's hands shook in anger and his face turned the beginnings of red. I crawled over towards him and sat in his lap. My knees were on either side of him and I put my hands on his face to bring it up so that he could look me in the eyes. His eyes and nose were red and tears cascaded down his cheek. I wiped them away with my thumbs and rubbed my nose gently against his. I placed one more kiss on his lips before pulling back to let him continue.
"Ron was the first friend that I made. His family quickly took to me, and Mrs. Weasley nearly choked me to death when she hugged me. But I was uncomfortable when she did. I wasn't used to these affections from people. The only experience that I've had with contact wasn't a pleasurable one. Hermione was the second friend that I made and she practically forced me to get used to hugs and pats and hand holding. And I have gotten better with it. But, sometimes, if I don't expect it, I'll have a flashback and regress back to 'old Harry'."
"You're doing really well with me right now," I commented rubbing his cheeks more. He looked at our position and blushed.
"It's different with you for some reason. I don't know. Your touch…it puts me on edge, but not in the way the Dursleys did. It's like this current that runs beneath my skin and into my veins…" his hands trailed along my legs over top of my jeans, to my hips. I felt myself blush. His hands came to rest on my hips and he squeezed them tighter almost like he was making sure that I was really there and not a figment of his imagination.
"…I don't know exactly how to describe it perfectly. It's hard to put into words. Just know, I've never felt this way before about anyone. Not even—"
"Not even who?" I felt myself tense up a little when he just cut himself off. I knew that he was with someone before me. I would be stupid to think that I am the first girl that he's ever been with, even if he acts that way sometimes. But I've been getting them hints that he's dropped, and I remember Blaise's comment from earlier about a 'Weaselette'.
"Ginny." He finally said after a while. He looked really reluctant to mention her to me. This did not help ease me in the slightest. "Ginerva Weasley, Ron's younger sister. She's a grade below us. We dated briefly. Really briefly. She had always had a crush on me, it just took me too long than I'd care to admit that it wasn't me she liked, but really The Boy Who Lived. She liked the image that the public made me out to be, never the person behind that shadow. It took me a while that I was truly competing with myself for her affections. We started dating the end of last term, and broke up a couple weeks before school started again this year."
"She's the one who you were referring to when you asked me those questions about me being insecure with you and Hermione's relationship?"
He nodded and played with the waistband of my jeans. It tickled and he looked up at me startled at the odd noise that squeaked out of my mouth. A small smile was put on his face when he realized that I was ticklish but I gave him a look.
"Yes. I didn't want us to turn out like how that relationship did. Truthfully, she's the only one I've ever dated. I went on one date with this girl in Ravenclaw, Cho Chang, but it never got farther than that. I really wanted things between us to work out—to be real."
"Me too," I whispered. "This is a first for me too. There's never been anyone who has interested me before. You—you're the first person I've let in since my mom's death. And you're the only thing that feels like that it is really holding me here." I gestured vaguely around me.
"That definitely makes me feel better," he smirked. "You know, that I'm the only guy that's captured your attention. I guess it is true when they say that love can make the strongest man in the world feel like the weakest and the weakest man in the world feel like the strongest."
We both froze at what he just said. Sirius' words from earlier rang in my ears.
"The Potters have a way of finding their true love at an early age…"
"Did you just…?"
"Nope."
"But you just said—"
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did. I just heard you say…"
"I haven't the faintest idea what you are referring to, I think you need you need your ears checked," he looked up at me with mock concern with a playful smile teasing at the edge of his lips. But I could see the severe nervousness beneath them.
I smiled wider than I have in a really long time.
"So you didn't just say what I heard you say?"
"Nope. Well it depends on what you thought I said. If you think I said that I truly despise you, then yeah, I said that."
"Oh. Well, in that case, I despise you as well. So much."
His eyes connected with mine and the question in them was clear. Did I mean what he thinks of mean? I smiled and nodded slightly. I'm not at the love level yet, but I definitely feel very strongly for him. He got the message loud and clear and smiled widely and kissed with a loud smack. I giggled at his silliness.
"…how about now?"
"No, Drake."
"…now?"
"I'm about to shove my right pinky toe down your throat!"
His pale face twisted into a look of disgust and he froze. "Why the right one?"
"Ugh!"
Draco and I have definitely gotten closer since I've started at Hogwarts. For some strange reason we've just clicked and as much as I was irritated by him right now, I can honestly say that he's become a really good friend. But I'd never tell him that. One, because his ego was large enough, two, because friendships never really end well for me and I don't want to jinx it, and three, because right now I just wanted to hold his head under water gently for twenty minutes.
He's been hounding me about why I disappeared from the Hogsmeade trip last week. He knows that Green eyes and I weren't seen again for the rest of the day, and once I was able to convince him that we weren't anywhere shagging, he's been trying to squeeze it out of me what I was really doing.
Other than Green eyes and everyone else that was in Twinkles' office that day, nobody else knows about what was said in that room. I made Green eyes swear to not tell anyone, not even Hermione. I didn't want everyone in my business. I know that I won't be able to hide it forever but I want people to find out on my own terms.
"Alex! Are you ignoring me right now on purpose? Because that it really rude." He huffed and pouted as only a Malfoy could. I turned abruptly to him.
Drake's taken to calling me Alex. It made me uncomfortable at first how he was so comfortable with me that he felt that we were at the 'nickname stage' in our friendship, but I quickly adjusted and have my own nickname for him. But he only allows me to call him that. My nightmares have been persisting lately and he's been there whenever I wake up on the couch. I didn't sleep in my dorm because I don't feel like hearing the other girls screeching about how I interrupt their beauty sleep with my screaming in terror.
"I was actually thinking about something, but now that I'm not anymore I can go back to pointedly ignoring you." I marched back in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. I haven't seen Green eyes all day today. I kinda need a daily dose of him.
"fine. Ignore me. But I will get it out of you soon. A Malfoy always get what he wants."
I snorted and derisively mumbled, "Not everything."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly how it sounds."
"What do I want that I haven't already got."
"Oh, I don't know. How about a brown-eyed, tan-skinned, curly-haired bookworm?"
He screeched to a halt. Literally. His shiny and expensive looking shoes made that screeching news on the floors.
"I will murder you right here and now if you are implying what I think you're implying."
I came to a stop too and looked him seriously in the eye. "How long have you known me?"
"A month." He deadpanned.
"Regardless, in that month, you have discovered that I am not stupid, correct?"
"It is now under further evaluation after your previous comment."
"Don't play stupid, Draco Malfoy. I have perfect memory if you recall, and I remember exactly every time I have caught you staring longingly at Hermione. I notice the spark of life that ignites in your eyes every time you tease or pick on her. And that's all you do. You're mean and rude and snobby to just about everyone but me, Blaise, and Hermione."
"Oh please, I despise Granger. She's buck-toothed—"
"Her teeth are perfectly straight and pearly white."
"—her hair is a big bushy mess—"
"It's just really curly, and I gave her the conditioner that I use so her hair is a lot more tamed and manageable."
"—she does nothing but read all day—"
"You secretly love to read do that's a quality that you actually adore in her. You love how smart she is. I notice how you sneer at all the brainless bimbos when they make a ridiculous statement or ask a stupid question."
"—and she's friends with Potty and Weasel! How I could I ever like someone who has a poor taste and friends?"
"Now you're just searching for reasons to not like her. I'm dating Harry and you like me just fine," I reminded him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Oh please. I only tolerate you. I'd hardly call what I feel for you like."
"Whatever you say Drake. But whatever you feel for her, you might want to figure it out before it's too late. Hermione's a gorgeous girl and it won't take too much longer for the other boys in this school to start noticing. I notice some Ravenclaw boys checking her out yesterday when we were studying together in the library."
I noticed how his fist clenched and his jaw tightened, but he showed no other outward reaction to my declaration. I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
"Where are we going anyway?" he asked after a minute. We were on the scary ass staircase of Hogwarts. I hate these freaking stairs. They were cool at first, from a distance, but actually being on them scares the shit out of me.
"I'm going to see Harry, I don't know about you."
"You're seriously still seeing him?" he whined. I rolled my eyes at his childishness.
"Drake, you guys all need to really grow up. You don't even have a legit reason to not like Harry. You're just being a brat now."
"Excuse me if I don't like to watch you and Potty make eyes at each other."
"Stop calling him that and we do not make eyes at each other!"
"Yes you do. Granger and I both caught you that first day of classes. I'm not blind Black."
"I didn't say you—" I immediately cut myself off when I heard my name drift through the opened door of the Gryffindor common room. I could hear laughter and some chatter but a discussion between what sounds like the entire house going on. Drake and I did what Slytherins do best and snuck and listened to their conversation.
"…all I'm saying is that Harry's clearly out of his mind for dating her," someone proclaimed. I assume they're referring to me. A bunch of protests and agreements rose after this.
"Out of his mind?!" a shout of incredulity was the loudest of the bunch. "Have you seen her? Slytherin or not, I'd try and put a ring on that too!" A few feminine groans rose but it was outweighed by some deep chuckles and hand slapping. I could only assume the guy who said that was getting some high-fives.
"I'm not trying to put a ring on it…" I heard Harry protest weakly. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was blushing. "Why are we even discussing this? It's between Alexandria and I what goes on in our relationship."
"Exactly!" Hermione's voice stated firmly and loudly. "It really isn't anyone of your business. However, I have to say that they make a wonderful couple. I can't say I've met two people more perfect for each other."
"Oh please, Granger. We're all surprised you haven't run the girl away yet," someone else chuckled. I could tell the teasing was all in good nature between the Lions.
"Yeah!" someone else shouted "You have a way of scaring the bloody mess out of all of the girls Harry's dated."
"That is not true!" Both Harry and Hermione shouted.
A lot of "Yes it is!" overpowered them.
"What about Ginny?" a girl asked from the crowd.
"Oh please, everyone knows the girl didn't even really like Harry. She was nothing short of—Dean, what was that word you called her the other day?"
"A Gold digging Hussy?"
"Yeah, that."
"Watch what you say about my sister Patil!" I could recognized Chuckie's outrage cry from anywhere.
"Ron's right. Let's not call anyone names, especially someone whose not here to defend themselves. As a matter of fact, let's just get off this discussion completely." Harry spoke up again.
"He just wants to run off and see his girlfriend," a voice from earlier teased and made kissy noises.
"Gryffindors," I heard Draco scoff beside me, "they are so immature." But I just shushed him.
"Can I just say," I knew this voice to be that Dean boy who called Ginny a gold-digger, "that I for one am glad that there is finally another black person at this school," a collection of groans and 'here we go again' sprung up. "I'm serious guys. I am like the only black person here!"
"Oh shut up Dean! You can't even really call yourself black! Your whiter than I am!" Everyone in the common room laughed at this.
"Oh bugger off Seamus!"
"Look Harry, if you want to date a Slytherin, fine. You know we have your back. but just be careful. She hangs out with Malfoy and Zabini a lot, and you know those two can't be trusted." A gentle voice spoke this time. Gentle but strong. I knew this voice belonged to Longbottom. He's in my Herbology class.
"Alexandria knows what she is doing. I trust her. If she's friends with Malfoy and Zabini then…they must be…okay guys," he seemed to really struggle getting that out and I had to roll my eyes at their dramatics. "Besides, who am I to tell her to hang out with? She doesn't complain about how much I hang out with Hermione and Ron, and she can't really stand Ron all that much. It would be pretty hypocritical of me to do it to her."
"I hate to admit it," I heard Malfoy start from my right, "But Potter isn't stupid as I thought he was. He's still stupid. But not as stupid."
"Will you be quiet? I am trying to listen in on their conversation!" I huffed at him. "They're going to know we're hear if you keep talking."
"Please, Black. I'm surprised the Gryffindorks didn't discover our whereabouts already with your loud breathing! You sound congested. You should really see Madame Pomfrey about that."
"I know you're not talking!"
Had we not been bickering we might have notice the sudden lack of noise in the common room. A throat cleared from beside us. I looked into pair of my favorite green eyes and smiled innocently.
"So…what's this about putting a ring on it?"
Finally! I know right! I've finally updated this story. It's not that I've been stuck or anything, I've just been so freaking busy I'm considering whether or not al the overworking I'm doing is even worth it.
Oh and by the way, I know I said that I wasn't going to start another story before I finished this one, but I couldn't help it. If you ever get bored of waiting for me to update this story, then check out Perfect Accuracy. It's a X-men/Avengers cross over with a new OC of mine. If you like Alexandria Black wait until you get ahold of Samantha Saunders!
Anyway, review and stay tuned for more. This story is by no way close to being over!