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As we walked into the Hospital Wing, Harry, to my right, kept shooting looks at me, trying to catch my eye. On my left side, Sirius went in and out of legs, his tail wagging and his happy barks resounding in the halls. My thoughts kept bouncing around in my head; my head was spinning, and if it would've been possible, I would've had a migraine. I had no idea how much Harry remembered or how much he understood about myself and my history. I didn't know how much I wanted him to know. Would he run away from me when he found out how much of a monster I was? I didn't think I could take the chance to know. I cared about him too much. He was a one of a kind friend, and the connection I felt with him I had never felt with anyone. I couldn't jeopardize that over something that was out of my control, like who my grandparents were. Sirius's nudge against my legs brought me out of my thoughts and I followed Harry into the Hospital Wing. Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione were all gathered around Madam Pomfrey, trying to bully her into telling them where Harry was.

"Look, either you tell us where Harry and Lexi are, or. . . I'll just have to get my little friends to try and . . . . convince you to tell us. . . try and jog your memory," said Ron, his left eye twitching. Madam Proffer's eyes widened and before she could stammer out a reply, Mrs. Weasley saw us and let out a muffled scream.

"Harry! Oh Harry!"

Before she could get more than a foot closer to Harry, Dumbledore basically told her to get her shit together, and to calm down because we'd been through "traumatic experience" and a "terrible ordeal". They could stay, but only if they shut up. They agreed and Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore got Harry into a bed. I stood awkwardly near the door, not sure what do with myself, while Sirius was torn on whether he should sit nearby Harry's bed or be by my side. I gestured to the bed with my hands, indicating he should go by Harry, but he compromised by biting my already torn skirt and yanking me towards Harry's bed. I scowled at his roughness and dusted myself off. I finally noticed how wild I looked. My ripped skirt and torn blouse left little to the imagination, and my exposed skin was caked in mud and blood. I could feel the knots in my hair and my dark eyes twitched occasionally. I tried my best to fix my hair and mend my clothes but everything was beyond repair. Hermione saw my problem and gave me one of the many cloaks she was wearing, along with a band to put my hair in. I smiled, or more like grimaced, gratefully at her and quickly threw them on. Dumbledore told Harry and me to stay in the Hospital Wing until he spoke to the school. Pulling me outside, he asked, "Exactly how much does Harry know about you? How much did he hear?"

I used my power to let Dumbledore see the scene at the graveyard, the part where Lord Voldemort and I mentioned my family. I hadn't been paying attention to Harry; I didn't know how closely he was following our discussion. Dumbledore sighed.

"I don't think it was wise to let Harry know that part of the night. I'm sure you can trust him not to say anything, but the less he knows, the better protected he'll be," he said hesitantly, trying to be as tactful as he could. I nodded my head, having my own reasons for not wanting Harry to know. I knew perfectly well that the only reason Harry wasn't spitting in my face was because frankly, I didn't think the fact that the Dark Lord was my grandfather had really sunk in.

"I agree. The sooner we modify his memory, the better," I said confidently.

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" Dumbledore asked, his light blue eyes searching my dark orbs.

I threw my hands up in frustration. "You've just told me that that's what you thought was best! How else will we make him forget what he heard? I don't want him hating me because of who my family is!"

"Do you really think Harry will do that? Do you think that Harry Potter, the boy whose parents were killed and who has no family except for the friends he's made here, who considers himself an outcast, do you think this boy will really condemn for who your parents are?"

I stared at him, an incredulous look on my face. "Did you just hear what you said? 'Parents who were killed!' Three guesses who killed them! My fucking dear grandfather! Why on earth would he even give me a second look?" I asked him, my voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to lose him, or any of the other friends I've made for that matter, over something that is out of my control. I-I wouldn't be able to bear it…" I said, lowering my eyes in shame. I couldn't believe how vulnerable I sounded, how pathetic and weak I was becoming. I used to be hard and cold, and now because of these people, I actually was breaking down. I hated it.

Dumbledore must've sensed my discomfort and sincerity, because he sighed again. "I don't approve of this, and I don't agree with what you think, but if it makes you more at ease, I'll modify his memory. Harry will have no recollection of who your family is. However, if he finds out again, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you there," he said, while I nodded in agreement.

"I'm sure he won't. Thank you so much. You have my gratitude. I owe you."

"No, you don't. You've gone through so much. This is the least I can do. Although I'm not quite comfortable with taking Harry's memory; it feels like an intrusion, a violation of privacy," he said, grimacing. "But it's for the best. And you mentioned earlier, about becoming a double agent for me. Are you sure that that's what you want to do? Are you sure you know what that entails? It will mean testing your powers to the extreme every day. Your life is at stake, if you are to get caught. Are you sure you've thought this through? This is your family that you're going up against."

I looked at him, my gaze confident. "I'm aware of everything you've said. I think it's about time my so called powers are put to good use. And my life… is of no great importance to me. The lives of others, however, are. I am willing to help you, under one condition. You said that I'm going up against my family. This is true, but not in the sense that you mean. The Dark Lord is no more my family than Filch is. I care deeply about my vampire clan, however. Not all of them follow the Dark Lord willingly. They are forced to do so by their elders. You must understand that they are victims. I ask that, when and if this is all over, you may spare them. Those that I specifically mention."

Dumbledore nodded. "That sounds reasonable. Is that your only condition?" he said, his lips twitching. I couldn't believe. The old fool was laughing at me! I wondered if he too could read minds. I could feel what little blood I had in me rush to my face, making me burn in embarrassment.

"Err, no. I want you to also protect… the Malfoys. They really are my family, they've protected and cared for me since I was two, and whether it was to kiss ass to the Dark Lord or not, I don't care. I want your word that no matter what, they will be protected and spared," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and emotionless.

Dumbledore looked like he was arguing with himself, and finally, fighting back a smile, he nodded again. "That is very admirable. Of course. I give you my word. Will this be all?" he asked, and I nodded stiffly. "Very well then. Seeing as how you will be one as well, I should warn you that Severus Snape will also be a double agent."

I gasped, unable to say anything out of shock. "What? How? Why? "

"The reasons are a private matter between Severus and me. I'm sorry but you understand, right? Good. I take it Voldemort knows you are here, and thinks you are persuading me to get on my good side?" he asked shrewdly, while I just nodded. My neck felt like it was cramping up from so much movement. "I thought so. You shall accompany Snape to the Dark Lord later on this evening, or rather morning. You will tell him that Snape came to you, begging for forgiveness and offering his services just like you did to me. Do you think you can do that?"

"I'm sure I can, but I don't see how we can really trust him!" I said, doubting Snape's intentions.

"Most would say the same about you, Alexandra, knowing your background," he said sternly, while I flushed. "Again, Severus's intentions are a private matter. I trust him completely and you should too." I scowled, still not convinced, but I didn't dare say anything else.

"Well, then, I suggest you step back into the Hospital Wing. Harry will be wondering where you are. Stay there until Severus comes to fetch you," he said, and then he marched off.

'Fetch me, what the fuck is that? I'm not a goddamn dog he can just whistle at.' I fumed inside, storming back into the room. Harry was already asleep and Sirius was by his side. Everyone was sitting down along the bed, eyes wide and fearful as they looked at me. I stifled a groan and leaned against the wall. I slid down, and closed my eyes. I didn't want to have to deal with all their questions and probing looks; at least not tonight. I longed to sleep but most sleeping potions didn't have an effect on me, and I was too keyed up to sleep naturally. Naturally, as soon as I start to drift off, I heard yelling and shouting.

"They'll wake Harry up if they don't shut the fuck up," I said tiredly, without opening my eyes.

"What are they going on about? Nothing else can have happened, can it?" Mrs. Weasley wondered fearfully.

That got my attention, and I quickly stood up and pulled out my wand. I listened cautiously to shouting and running that was coming towards the Hospital Wing.

"That sounds like Professor McGonagall doesn't it? And that Minister of Magic bloke, Fudge!" I said, my voice dripping with relief, as I stashed my wand away.

McGonagall, Snape, and Fudge all burst into the room.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Fudge barked. I rolled my eyes, extremely annoyed.

"Obviously if you don't see him here, he's not here. He's not hiding under the bloody beds, waiting for you to go find him so he can scream 'Gotcha!'" I muttered darkly. Hermione elbowed me, giving herself a bruise, while Fudge narrowed his eyes. Before he could reply, Dumbledore came sweeping up the ward.

McGonagall, Snape, and Fudge all proceeded to tell him what had happened, none too quietly, I might add. I rolled my eyes and felt like crawling into one of the beds while they argued. I sneaked a look at Harry and he was wide awake, looking for one crazed adult to another. I snapped my attention back to the conversation, trying to make sense of what they were saying. Apparently, one of the dementors had performed the kiss to Barty Crouch, which in my opinion wasn't a total regret, and now Dumbledore had just revealed to Fudge that the Dark Lord had returned. The bumbling idiot looked quite shocked to say the least. He took the course that he, being a coward, was obviously going to take: ignorance and denial. He called Dumbledore a fool for believing the word of a mad lunatic, an underage dark mental case, and a dangerous half-breed, yours truly. I cursed at him inside my head, having to use every ounce of restraint I had to not jump on him; while Harry had a little less self-control.

"Look, I saw Voldemort come back! I saw the Death Eaters! Alexandra saw them too! We can give you names! Lucius Malfoy!" shouted Harry, looking at me for support, but I just looked at Dumbledore blankly, not sure what to do.

Fudge retaliated, saying Malfoy was cleared, and so were several other names Harry mentioned. Fudge just refused to believe the Dark Lord was back, no matter what Dumbledore, Harry, or anyone else said about it. The fool ignored all of the advice Dumbledore gave him, including the one that had to do with trying to reach the vampires. At this, I snorted. Fudge had about as much chance of persuading my clan of anything as Snape did of getting a date. Fudge even ignored Snape when the idiot showed him his Dark Mark, and left after telling Dumbledore he'd have to talk to him about how he was running the school and after giving Harry his winnings.

After Fudge's departure, Dumbledore sprang into action, giving out directions to Molly, Bill, McGonagall, and Pomfrey. I just stood there, dazed. I wondered if a vampire could pass out on account of exhaustion. Then things got interesting. Dumbledore asked Sirius to resume his usual form. I raised my eyebrows, wondering what was going on. Sirius obliged, causing Mrs. Weasley to scream in fright. Snape looked like he has swallowed a pound of dragon dung.

"Him! What the hell is he doing here?" Snape snarled, taking a step towards him. I sneered in dislike, and took a step towards Sirius, taking his flank. Dumbledore hid a smile.

"He is here at my invitation, as are you, Severus. I trust you both. It is time for you to lay aside your old differences and trust each other," Dumbledore said, looking at both of them. "Or you can act like babies and just shake hands!" he exclaimed irritably.

Snape and Sirius moved toward each other and quickly shook hands.

"Now that that's settled, I have work for each of you. Fudge's attitude, though not unexpected, changes everything. Sirius, I need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher- the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I'll contact you there."

"No!" Harry and I cried out. I quickly covered my mouth, cursing myself. Sirius gave Harry a quick one armed hug and held him at arms' length. "You'll see me soon, Harry. I promise you. But I must do what I can, you understand, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure I do. I understand," Harry muttered, looking down. Sirius then went towards me.

"You understand too, right, Alexandra? I-I'll miss you. I'll contact you soon," he said hesitantly. I nodded, embarrassed for my emotional outburst. He pulled me into a hug, in which, unlike last time, I embraced him back. I didn't really know when I could see him again. When you lie to the Dark Lord, your days were counted.

"Be careful. I want to see you again," he whispered roughly into my ear.

"You too," I said hoarsely. He let me go, transformed again into the black dog, and ran the length of the room to the door, whose handle he turned with a paw. Then he was gone.

Dumbledore turned to Severus and me. "Severus, you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready . . . if you are prepared. . ."

"I am," Snape said, paling a bit.

"And, you, Alexandra?"

"I am too," I said, my hands balling into fists.

"Then good luck," Dumbledore said with a sad smile. Snape left immediately, while I looked at my three young friends.

"Where are you going Alexandra?" Harry asked his voice cracking. I suspected Dumbledore had modified his memory during the Fudge outburst. I tried to smile, and then gave up.

"I need to take care of a couple of stuff. I promise I'll see you guys soon," I said, trying hard to inject some sincerity into my words. Hermione looked at me with shinning eyes.

"Be careful Lexi. We love you," she said very quietly. I knew she had an idea of what I was doing, and I crossed the room quickly and embraced her in a tight hug.

"I-I love you guys too. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Take care of yourself Granger," I said, flashing her a confident grin. I turned to Ron, and gave him a quick hug as well. Then I walked to Harry.

"Look, I know you have a bunch of questions right now, and I know exactly what you're feeling. But I promise you, everything is going to work out. Everything WILL work out. Just take care of yourself, and keep out of trouble for the next few weeks, until I see you. 'Kay?" I said rapidly. Time was running out. He nodded, trusting me. I hugged him, trying to put all of the emotions I felt towards him into the hug. Then I stepped back, nodded towards Mrs. Weasley and Dumbledore, and ran quickly away from the warmth of my loved ones and into the darkness.


A/N: Wheww, that took a while to write. I'm having writer's block. . Next chapter will start the summer before 5th year. Okay, so I've posted up on my profile that I'm thinking about abandoning this story to write another in which Alexandra goes to an English boarding school (Hogwarts) with all of the Harry Potter crew. Let me know what you think by taking the poll I made and/or messaging! I won't update till a few people take the poll because if you don't want me to continue, then what's the point in updating right? Till then, cheers!( :