"Did you guys pick out your dresses today?" Ron asked, noticing that Hermione and Alex were back from Gothic Express again.
Hermione nodded and smiled. She gave him a kiss on his cheek.
Alex dropped her bags on the common room couch, and ran upstairs. Hermione looked at Ron.
"Something's wrong with her," Hermione said.
Ron nodded."I'll go talk to her."
Ron walked up the stoors and knocked on Alex's door.
"Alex? Can I come in?" Ron asked.
"Uhm, hold on," Alex said. She sniffed and got a tissue and whiped her eyes to make it look like she wasn't crying. Some of her eyeliner whiped off but she didn't care. She opened the door and Ron stepped in.
"Hey," Ron said.
"Hi." Alex said in a shaky voice.
"Can I talk to you?" Ron asked.
Alex nodded. They both sat down at the edge of the bed.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked.
Alex nodded."Y-yeah... I'm fine. Really."
"Somethings wrong... you know you can tell me anything." Ron said. She looked into her eyes- he could see hurt and threat.
"Did someone threaten you?"
Alex bit her lip."I can't tell you."
"Alex," Ron said."You know I'll find out sooner or later."
She stood up."Why can't people leave me alone!?"
Ron stood up to and put his hands on her shoulders."What's wrong? Tell me. I can fix it."
Alex shook her head. "Can you get out? I want to be alone."
"Alex, let me help you." Ron said.
Alex picked up the vace that was on her desk. She shook her head.
"Please, Alex?" Ron asked.
Alex through the vace at Ron."I said no!"
The vace cut above his left eyebrow. He put his hand over it, and looked. He was bleeding.
"Ugh," Ron said. "Fine. I'll leave. I was just trying to help you."
"I don't need help." Alex could feel her eyes sting with tears.
Ron walked out the door.
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"You made me hurt my frinend!" Alex said.
"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that Alex. I'm so disapointed in you." The voice said.
"Can you stop threatening me!? I'm hurting my friends!" Alex said louder than a whisper.
"It's not my fault your hurting your friends, you stupid emo bitch." The voice said.
Alex felt a slap across her face then blood drip down.
"That hurt!" Alex said.
"You'll get another one. And tomorrow when you are dancing with me, you'll get beaten the crap out of you infront of everyone!" The voice said.
"Just let this stop! Even I don't know who you are! How am I supposed to find you? And what would you do If I don't show up at the ball?" Alex questioned.
"I will hurt Harry, Ron, and Hermione." The voice smirked.
Alex gasped."Leave them alone!"
"Then do as I say!" The voice demanded.
"Only if you stop saying the rumors about me!" Alex said; she could feel her eyes watering.
"Why should I? It's true." The eerie voice said.
"Y-yeah... but, I-I don't want people to k-know..." Alex sighed.
The voice laughed."You stupid bitch."
Alex looked down. She said nothing.
"I can't wait for tonight's Ball. I'll humiliate you and you'll wish you'd die." The voice laughed at his little joke.
The tears she held back burned her eyes."Can you please stop threatening me? I'm hurting all my friends!"
The voice laughed echoed, and disappeared.
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It was only ten minutes until the Anual Winter Ball, began. Hermione looked at Alex sitting on a chair. She looked totally stressed.
Hermione walked up to Alex. "Are you ok? First you act all depressed, and you hurt Ron."
"I-its not my fault, and I never ment to hurt him ok!" Alex said almost in a sob.
Alex stood up.
"Alex, what is it?" Hermione asked."Your hiding something and I know you are. So don't make up any crap!"
"Y-you'll find out..." Alex said looking down at the floor.
"Alex, please tell me! Your acting like you'd get murdered if you told somebody this." Hermione said."I'm half your sister. You can tell me anything."
Alex whispered in her ear about the voice.
Hermione gasped."Alex!"
Alex looked at her.
"Alex, I have to tell Ron." Hermione said.
"No! Hermione, he's going to be mad at me. I hurt him, and I lied to him saying that I'm fine! He was going to help me and I wouldn't let him." Alex admitted.
"He said it was fine, Alex. He understands. Look, he's getting the punch bowl ready. I'll go tell him. He won't tell anybody, Alex." Hermione promised.
Alex nodded. He could feel the heat coming to her. Like, it was a sign. Like it was a bad idea to even tell Hermione. Her eyes burnt from the tears again that she held back.
Ron walked over to Alex.
"I knew you'd be mad at me, Ron, I'm so sorry I hurt you... I didn't mean to... I-"
"Alex, calm down! Its okay. I understand. We need to stop whoever it is-"
"Ron! No!" Alex cried."You don't understand! If I told anyone... that person would... kill me."
"Not if I kill him first," Ron said.
"No! He's too dangerous for you. Look at my cheek, see that scratch?" Alex asked pointing to her face. "That was just a slap."
"He can't beat you up, Alex." Ron said to her.
Alex nodded, and whispered, "He can."