Voldemort stared at the bracelet. A smirk formed on his lips, he let out a cruel laugh. Grinning wickedly, he pressed down on the mark and felt all his closest followers appear in the room.

"My master?" Bellatrix hissed happily. Voldemort rolled his eyes and spoke to all of them.

"Alex Russo is a traitor." There were murmurs of agreement from all over the room. The Dark Lord took this proudly and continued. "I no longer have any reason to kill Harry Potter. I have discovered with all my time with Russo, that he isn't the one who can defeat me. Without Russo, they are nothing." Everyone cheered in agreement and Voldemort smiled smugly.

"So, I have decided that we are going to kill Alex Russo. There will be no more second chances, and to make sure she doesn't escape, we're going to be spending the next nine or ten months planning, and searching for Potter, the Mudblood and the blood traitor." Everyone nodded and got down to work. Scabior was told to organize the search groups and Bellatrix was in charge of the battle planning.

Unfortunately for Alex, this time, Voldemort was going to make no mistakes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~WOWP/HP~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~##

Alex shot up with a start. She looked around her; she was still at the Weasley's but why? Surely after the disaster at the wedding she would have been killed, and where was Ron, Hermione and Harry?
And anyway, the last thing she could remember was someone tackling her to the ground and then she blacked out.

Pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and a loose t-shirt, Alex hurried down stairs. She wished she hadn't though. Almost instantly, she was rammed into a wall and saw the face of Scabior, one of Voldemort's loyal death eaters.

She groaned and he pulled her hair. She saw a few more death eaters and all of the Weasley's minus Ron, Remus, Tonks, Fleur and a few other Order members. Like Ron, Harry and Hermione were also not there. She hoped they had made it away safely before any harm came to them.

"Think betraying us is that easy? Your Voldemort's now." He motioned to the bracelet that had been charmed so that it wouldn't come of her wrist. It was Voldemort's way of dark marking Alex, and she hated him for it. He had one the same that he always had on him so that he could from time to time, make her wrist burn.

"I was never Voldemort's to begin with." She spat out in Scabior's face. He almost growled at her and slapped her across the face. She saw Fred and George try to come and help, but they were shoved back down by the other death eaters.
"Once a death eater, always a death eater." Scabior hissed at her and she struggled against his grasp.

"Why don't you just kill me then? It's not like any of you had any trouble with killing Dumbledore or Charity." Scabior's face turned to shock.

"How did you know about that?" He spoke confused. Everyone else was now staring curiously at Alex. She rolled her eyes and tried to get out of Scabior's grasp.

"It's this blooming bracelet; I see certain things Voldemort wants me to see." She grumbled rubbing the bracelet.

She had had enough. She brought her knee up and hit Scabior where the sun doesn't shine and whipped out her American wand.

Casting the first spell that came to mind, she knocked all the Death Eaters out. She quickly turned to everyone else.

"Now that," George started.
"Was truly," Fred continued.
"Brilliant!" They finished at the same time. Alex smiled slightly before Remus spoke urgently.

"Obviously, we can't al just leave, they have all of you Weasley's, Tonks and I tracked. They spiked the water." Remus said after a careful sniff.

Bill shook his head. "I didn't drink any, and I don't think Fleur did?" Fleur shook her head and Tonks came up with a plan.

"Take Alex to Shell Cottage, they don't know you live there and you three are the only ones that aren't tracked." Everyone stood up but Alex quickly interrupted.

"Where's Harry, Ron and Hermione?" Everyone shared relieved glances.

"They escaped last night. Don't worry, they're safe. Dobby kept in touch." Alex nodded happy enough with the answer. Her, Bill and Fleur said their goodbye's before the three apperated away.

Once they landed, out of a sudden exhaustion, Alex fell onto the sand below her feet. Bill sent Fleur into the house and he stayed with her.

Alex felt a burn in her wrist and looked down to see the black bracelet glowing slightly and her scar had burst open and was gushing with blood.

Bill gasped and picked her up, before carrying her inside and sitting her down on the couch. Fleur had gotten out the first aid kit to look and fix up Alex's cuts from the previous night and that morning so she was already prepared to fix Alex's scar.

Twenty minutes later, Alex had been cleaned up and had a fresh bandage over her scar. She had tried get the bracelet off, but every time she did, the band would glow red hot and burn the toucher.

She sighed and Fleur walked back into the living room. "Seeing as we are going to be living here for a good while, I have a bookcase you can read from?"

(A/N I will not be accenting Fleur's accent because frankly, I do not have the time.)

Alex nodded and picked a book out from the bookcase. She took it out to the beach and sat staring into the distance. The calm of the waves soothed her yet, she knew that today was just the start of what was to come.

Then Alex made up her mind. She knew she would regret it though, but she knew it was essential.

She had been left a task by Albus Dumbledore, and although she had agreed to it, she was already regretting it.