Alexander Chronicles Year 5: The Growing Darkness
Chapter 21: The Funeral of Arthur Weasley
Ten minutes passed by as Alex laid weirdly straight on his bed motionless and staring at the ceiling with his arms on his stomach. It was then that there was a light knock on the door. Alex didn't answered and hoped that it wasn't his mother. The door opened, and Alex watched with his peripheral vision that it wasn't his mother, but his girlfriend, Daphne. She closed the door behind her and walked over to his bed, sitting on the edge.
"Hey," she said quietly, touching Alex´s shoulder lightly. "Are you okay?" she asked. Alex didn't answer, instead, he scooted over closer to the wall. Daphne took this as a sign to lay next to him. She did, lying her head on his shoulder. "How long has it been? Since you've seen her?"
Alex closed his eyes and thought. "When she sent me on the train at the beginning at our third year. She told me to have fun and then she teased me about my crush on you."
Daphne smiled, "both our mothers teased us about that remember. They were right."
Alex smiled a bit, but it faded quickly. "You know. I never really saw Daniel as my father. My mother was too different from him. I should have known. My mother never fitted into the muggle world. I always had to help her with the telly most times." He chuckled. "But I don't know if I can forgive her."
"Why?" Daphne asked, looking up at Alex.
"Because she abandoned me," Alex said sitting up.
"To help your father."
"She still lied to me." Alex said. "She hid my true identity."
"Alex. You are the same whatever your father was a muggle or a wizard."
"She still lied." Alex said, "Who lies about that?"
"Superheroes?" Daphne instantly answered.
"How do you know about them?" Alex answered, looking at her. Daphne smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "Besides, I'm not a superhero."
"I dunno you are pretty hero like, and you would look really cute in a superhero suit." Daphne said sitting up as well. Alex blushed. Daphne smiled as she laid her hands on Alex´s cheeks. "I could pull you mask of a bit and then kiss you." With those words, Daphne gave Alex a quick kiss. "But as for your mother; she was trying to hide you - to protect you. She didn't know Sirius was innocent. Neither did anyone else."
"That is just it. No one believed he was innocent! Not even one of his best friends since his first year of Hogwarts or the woman that was the mother of his son."
"So, if Blaise was accused of murder," Daphne started hypothetically, "What would you do?"
Alex shrugged. "I don't know," he answered, "Try and help him out. Represent him in court. I mean, there had to be a reason of his actions. I know Blaise. He would not murder anyone. Not unless he would have an important reason to. Like how Sirius lost his best friend ever. He wanted to take his revenge on that weasel, Pettigrew." Alex paused. "Let me ask you a question; I was in Sirius´ shoes would you have abandon me? Lied to our kid?"
Daphne didn´t answer right away. "Okay yes. I would stay with you or the very least not have lied. But listen Alex your mother may have made a mistake and I bet she feels really bad about it." Daphne paused and looked at Alex. "And I know you properly are mad at this, but some of it was Sirius own fault as well."
Alex knew that she was right. "Sirius just wanted revenge."
"But revenge isn't the answer," Daphne answered. "It won't make you happy -"
"But I'd be satisfied," Alex replied, standing to his feet. "It'd make me feel better knowing that the person who took away that person I cared deeply about was taken away from me, was dead and by my hand. Then I could live better."
"So you're say that if I was murdered -"
"That I would find who killed you, and kill him!" Alex instantly replied. "Unless I can prevent it," he murmured.
"What?" Daphne inquired, but then shook her head. "We're getting off track. You have to go talk to your mother."
"No, I don't," Alex said, shaking his head. "I have nothing to say to her."
"I think you do," Daphne replied, standing to her feet. "I know that you don´t hate her. I am certain that you will end up being happy that she is free." Alex crossed his arms. "Don´t forget I knew you pretty well. I know that there is something else that bothers you. At some point when your emotions have calmed down a bit, and then you be happy that she is home."
Alex nodded. "We will see."
Daphne smiled. "It's time for me to go home. Look, I'm sorry, okay? Your parents doesn´t seem that bad. I like them, even your mother."
Alex nodded. "Do you want me to follow you?"
Daphne shock her head. "No it is okay. I know the way now. You can walk me to the fireplace though, and I see you at Mr. Weasley´s funeral."
…
Mr. Weasley´s funeral would be held at the end of the Christmas holidays only two days before Alex and the others had to return for Hogwarts. In the meantime, Alex tried his best to avoid his mother, so he kept to himself. Alex leaned that Dumbledore had found Harry an Occlumency teacher and it was professor Snape. Harry wasn´t pleased. Snape had said that Harry would be in Alex´s Occlumency and Legilimency training so that he would to have to spend less time with the Potter brat. Alex didn´t really know how he felt about that.
The funeral of Mr. Weasley was a sad experience. There were many people present, most of the order, some Ministry workers namely people from Mr. Weasley´s department, there was also some high Ministry officials like Amelia Bones, and Erik Nielsen´s father. The rest Alex assumed was Mr. Weasley´s friends and family. The only one Alex knew that should be there, but wasn´t was Percy Weasley. Nobody mentioned it, but Alex would tell that the Weasley was upset. Mellissa Robinson had her hand on Fred´s shoulder to try to calm him down and to comfort him.
There was a few speeches. Bill Weasley had spoken on behalf at his family. Molly Weasley and Ginny had cried a lot at that, and Alex could see that Bill also were trying to hold his tears back as he told stories on how much Mr. Weasley meant to the family. Amelia Bones also hold a small speech on Mr. Weasley´s impotence to Ministry, and how they would miss his commitment to his work.
Alex just stood quietly and watched along with Daphne, Tracey, Blaise and Draco. The funeral ended with white flames that erupted around Weasley´s body and the table upon which it lay: higher and higher they rose, obscuring the body. White smoke spiralled into the air and made strange shapes. As the some despaired, a small white coffin had replaced the fire. The coffin was lowered in the ground. Alex wiped his eyes for a bit as there was held a minute of silence.
When the whole thing was over Mrs. Weasley thanked everyone that had met, and everyone began making their way home or stay to talk about Mr. Weasley.
…
It seemed that the funeral had helped the Weasley get a bit of closure. It had helped to mourn and hear all the positive things everyone had to say about Mr. Weasley.
It was now the last day of Christmas holiday and Alex and Harry was sitting alone together in Alex´s room.
"What you should start off with is clearing your mind. Occlumency, the art of protecting your mind from being invaded, to look into you memories, your emotions, your current actions, to see what spell you'll be casting, or whether you are lying or not. But you have to be in control of your emotions. Have that clear-headed mind. But from what I've gathered, I am not very good at controlling my mind, and I know you are the same, but with concentration, I believe you can do this."
"How?" Harry asked, looking up from the book. "How can I? You say I can't control my emotions and you're right. I have so many things running in my mind it's too hard to just clear it out."
"How about this?" Alex started, leaning forward in his chair. "You're favourite subject is defence, right?" Harry nodded. "Well this is just another way to defend yourself. Another defence lesson and I'm your teacher," Alex said, pointing to himself. "So a person is attacking you with a spell what do you do?"
"I throw up a shield," Harry simply answered.
"Exactly," Alex added with a nod. "This is the same. A person is attacking your mind, whether with a mind or a wand. And this time, you throw up another shield, though a different shield. A mind shield if you will, and that is the hard part."
"Alright, but how would I do that?" Harry asked.
Alex gave a light chuckle and shook his head. "Let's just start out simple and with the basics," he said. "I am still working on this myself." Harry nodded, and Alex continued, "So, for the first week, yes a week, Potter. I want you to work on clearing your mind, let's say when you go to sleep. Try to clear your mind. Think of something pleasant, and just only think of that."
"Like what?" Harry curiously asked, bouncing his foot from the ground.
"Well, you feel free most when you're up in the sky on a broom, right?" Alex said. Harry nodded in confirmation. "Well, while you're laying down at night, think of the sky and the clouds, and how you are soaring through them endlessly. Feel that freedom of flying. That may help clear your mind. You can also find a way to meditate, that also helps with clearing the mind." Harry nodded. "So, read the book, and kind of get an understanding of the words, and once you get a decent way of clearing your mind, then you have a decent start with Snape." Alex finished, and then stood to his feet. He began to move the door when Harry spoke up.
"What do you think of to clear your mind?" he suddenly asked.
Alex shrugged, "Just lying in a field and staring up at the stars," he answered, and then turned towards Harry. "It's just me, and it's quiet though there's a cool breeze every now and again. I stare at the vast openness of specs of gold and white light, thinking of the emptiness that's up there."
"Does it help?"
"It helps me fall sleep faster, I know that," Alex replied, "But yeah it does actually, it also helps me keep calm."
"Still it should be easier for you," Harry countered, "You don't have a Dark Lord inside your mind."
"True," Alex contemplated with a nod. "Though I do have the fear of becoming one, and that's what wakes me up in the middle of the night."
"Alex? Harry?" came Sirius voice. The two boys turned towards Sirius who had entered the room. "Can I speak to you boys for a second?" Harry nodded and both boys stood up and followed Sirius out of Harry´s room, up the stairs, and into Buckbeak's room.
"What is this about?" Alex asked.
Sirius sighed and rubbing his eyes. He walked over to a desk, opened the drawer and pulled something out. He turned back towards the boys and held it out. "I want you both to take this," he said quietly, holding a badly wrapped package roughly the size of a paperback book. He thrust it into Harry's hands.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"A way of letting me know if Snape or Umbridge is giving you boys a hard time. Wait until you're at Hogwarts to open it," said Sirius. "I doubt Molly would approve - but I want you to use it if you need me, all right?"
"Okay," said Harry, stowing the package away in the inside pocket of his jacket.
"Alex please stay for a moment." Sirius waited until Harry had left the room then he looked at Alex.
"Do you want to tell me what happened when your mother came back?"
Alex looked at his father. "Nothing happen."
"Alexander your mother."
"How can you defend her?" Alex asked. "I mean she could have at least tried to talk with you when you got arrested."
"Alex I was arrested because I was rash. There was nothing your mother could have done to prevent it or get me out of prison." Sirius said in a calm voice.
"She still lied to me." Alex said. "It doesn´t matter I don´t need her."
"Alex that is not fair." Sirius said
"You would know what's not fair wouldn't you!" Alex growled turning towards his father.
"Your mother just wants her son back!" Sirius growled back as Alex turned and took a few steps towards the door. "She just wants the boy who was curious of magic. Who wanted to go on adventures and play with dragons! Who wanted to - "
" - To save the girl and become a hero!" Alex finished, and then turned to look at his father. "But we both know that that boy is dead." And with that, Alex left the room.
…
The next day it was decided that the Knight Bus was going to be the transportation to Hogwarts. It was not exactly a smooth ride as the Knight Bus was known for its literally instants stops, super speed, and crazy driving by an old man. And soon, the Knight Bus rolled to a halt outside the gates to Hogwarts. Lupin and Tonks helped off all the teens from the bus with their luggage, and then got off to say goodbye. Alex had been the last and walked around a few feet to stretch out his legs. He looked up at the Castle
"You'll be safe once you're in the grounds," said Tonks, casting a careful eye around at the deserted road. "Have a good term, okay?"
"Look after yourselves," said Lupin, shaking hands all round and reaching Harry last. "And listen…" he lowered his voice while the rest of them exchanged last-minute goodbyes with Tonks.
"Hey buddy," Tonks said, clapping Alex´s shoulders. "Are you going to be alright?"
Alex shrugged. "I don't know," he answered. "I got a lot on my mind. With my mother escaping Azkaban and then Mr. Greengrass's warning - "
"What warning?"
"I mean, nothing," Alex said with the shake of his head. "We got to go. I got to go back to the castle." Tonks nodded and released Alex who began to walk with the others.
The eight of them struggled up the slippery drive towards the castle, dragging their trunks. Harry and Ron led the way with Alex and Draco in the rear. Not much was spoken all the way up towards the oaken doors. And for the rest of the day, it was spent with lounging around the castle, waiting for school to start again. A few had head about Mr. Weasley and gave the Weasley twins their condolences.
At the moment, Alex and Blaise were sitting on some random steps on the fourth floor just hanging out and eating snacks. Alex was explaining to his best friend all about what had conspired over his break, about his mother, and Arthur Weasley´s death. A minute later, Draco joined them with a few butterbeers.
"So the new aunty is back, eh?" Blaise said to Draco as he accepted a butterbeer.
Draco shrugged. "Yep," he replied handing a butterbeer to Alex who accepted. "It was pretty weird. We were just eating and then Dumbledore yelled for Sirius to come."
"And you haven't spoken to her?" Blaise asking, directing his question towards Alex who shook his head. "What about you?" he asked Draco.
"Yeah I did," Draco replied, leaning on his elbows. "She reminds me a little of my own mother. I miss her."
"You could ask her to join you, you know," Blaise suggested with a shrug.
"No," Draco said with the shake of his head. "I couldn't put my mother through all this."
Blaise shrugged, "Well - "
"Hallo Alexander!" Alex looked up to see a few girls, and the one in the middle who had spoken to him was Cho Chang. "Hi Cho," he replied back.
"Ha-have you seen Harry by any chance?" Cho asked. She looked briefly at Alex. She still looked at him with distaste.
"Yeah, I think's somewhere in the Great Hall," Alex answered with a nod. Cho nodded in thanks and left with her friends while Blaise watched them go.
"Potter's lucky," Blaise said, turning back towards his friends. "He's got one of the hottest girls looking for him. I think she wants some private lessons if you know what I mean."
"Unfortunately we know exactly what you mean," Draco replied, tossing a jelly bean towards Blaise's head. "That reminds me, Alex. When's our next Defence lesson?"
Alex shrugged. "I'm not sure yet," he replied, popping a jelly bean into his mouth. "I have to go confer with the council of Griffins."
"Council of Griffins," Blaise said with an impressed nod. "I like that."
"Well, it looks like Black has found himself a couple of cronies?"
"Oi!" Blaise growled as he began to turn around. "Who're you calling a cronie?" He stopped when he was looking at someone's chest. Alex and Draco both looked at the culprit and saw that it was the sixth year Gryffindor, Cormac McGlaggen. He had a friend him as well, another sixth year Gryffindor that went by the name of Ty. He was also above average tall with an handsome face of Asian descent, burly and strong looking. McGlaggen pushed Blaise away.
"What do you want, McGlaggen?" Alex exasperatedly said.
"Oh nothing from you, Black," McGlaggen replied with a shrug. "Just thought that'd Granger would be someone with you, so I could you, get some notes from her."
"Aren't you a year above her?" Draco stated. "Why would you need her notes?"
"Can it snake," Ty growled. Draco glared back at the older boy.
"And I'm not talking about any ole normal school notes," McGlaggen began, and glanced over at Blaise. "He knows what I'm talking about."
Alex stood to his feet. "Stay away from Hermione," he hissed.
McGlaggen took a step back with his hands up in defence. "Sure sure," he replied with a sly smirk. "I'll stay away from her." McGlaggen then smiled. "Although I should talk with Greengass then. I mean she would be interested that her boyfriend is cheating on her. But I suppose that is how you work. I mean wasn´t that how you started with her? You cheated on Tupin with her."
"Shut up." Alex growled. "And I am not have something going on with Hermione and I am not cheating on Daphne."
"Sure you are not." McGlaggen smiled. "Black I am like you. It is pretty fun to have a lot of girls. It is a pretty good feeling right." And with that. McGlaggen and Ty began to walk away, both chuckling over what McGlaggen had said.
"Just one jinx," Blaise said, his hand in his pocket. "Just one, no one would know."
"Forget it," said Alex dismally. "Hermione's not that thick to go for a guy like that."
"And pray tell, what kind of guy would she like?" Blaise said as the trio began to walk down the hall. "A savior with a dark side. Tough guy with a sweet side. A hero."
"You mean like Potter?" Draco drawled out pocketing his sweets.
"No, I'm talking about Alex," Blaise replied with the roll of his eyes. "Hermione is in love with Alex."
Draco looked at bit disappointed, and Alex looked at Blaise. "She isn´t. she was, but we talked and she is over me."
Alex noticed that Draco looked a bit happier and wondered if the blonde haired Slytherin had feelings for his friend.
…
Harry´s first lesson with Snape hadn´t gone well so the next day Harry had asked Alex to help him.
Alex and Harry were inside the Room of Requirement which was looked to be a comfortable room with a small fireplace and a red plush chair which Harry was sitting in. Alex was standing in front of him with his arms crossing, gripping his wand. Harry was looking a bit wary.
"Alright, Harry," Alex began, staring at Harry who eyed Alex´s wand. "I am going to be invading your mind and I want you to block and push me out. I'm not too skilled at the Legilimency like Voldemort or Snape is, but I will do my best. I'm going to be a bit harsh on you, alright? I mean, the Dark Lord won't be lenient at all, especially towards you."
"That is was Snape did." Harry said. "It didn´t work well."
Alex paused. "It is the best way. I mean you use meditation to build up your shields and then you find someone to test that shield.
Harry nodded in understanding.
"Okay, stand up and take out your wand."
Harry got to his feet, looking nervous. They faced each other in front of the warm fireplace.
"Right remember try push me out of your mind or block my acres to it."
"And what are you going to do?" Harry asked, eyeing Alex´s wand apprehensively.
"I am about to attempt to break into your mind," Alex reminded. "We are going to see how well you resist. You have the aptitude to resist an imperius curse pretty well. So you should decent at Olcemany at well. Alright, now...Legilimens!"
Alex struck Harry, not even giving him a moments notice. Memories of Harry's past began to flood inside Alex´s own mind and he began to see many things.
He witnessed when Harry was five, watching a robust child Alex figured was Harry's cousin, Dudley, riding a new red bicycle. Alex could feel Harry's heart bursting with jealousy… Harry was nine, and an angry bulldog was chasing him up a tree and the Dursleys including a woman that had to be related to Harry´s uncle were laughing below on the lawn… Harry was sitting under the Sorting Hat, and it was telling him he would do well in Slytherin… Hermione was lying in the hospital wing, her face covered with thick black hair… a hundred Dementors were closing in on him beside the dark lake… Cho Chang was drawing nearer to him under the mistletoe…
"No," came Harry's voice inside Alex´s head, as the memory drew nearer, "you're not watching that, you're not watching it, it's private –"
Alex drew back when he felt a hex hit him in the foot as he hissed out in pain and began to hop on one foot, both boys coming back into reality. "What was that, Potter?!" Alex hissed. "You hit me with a stinging hex. Was that on purpose?"
Harry was rubbing his forehead, breathing heavily. He shrugged. "No, sorry," he apologized and then looked at Alex. "Did you see everything I saw?" he asked.
"Yes, flashes of it," Alex answered, rubbing his foot that was stinging. "You did alright in the end. You took a little too long thought, but still. You were able to boot me out. Granted you did you a hex on me and while that will work sometimes, it won´t be enough." Harry rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "The intention here is to force me out of your mind with your brain, so you won't have to resort to using your wand. It's a pretty great advantage to have," Alex continued.
"I'm trying," Harry argued. "It's not that easy to just clear out my mind and let go of my emotions. I have too much on my mind."
"I understand," Alex said, rubbing his chin. "Remember what I was telling you? About thinking about how you like to fly and you think about that before you sleep?" Harry nodded. "How about you focus on thinking on that when I invade your mind. That'll be a start, then work on pushing me out."
Harry nodded again. "Sounds simple enough," he replied as Alex shook his foot.
"Alright," Alex said and raised his wand. "This time I'm gonna let you get ready alright?" Harry nodded. "Okay, get ready," he said, raising his wand some more. "Legilimens!"
Once again, Alex entered Harry's mind. He and Harry were back in first year, in front of the Mirror of Erised. Alex saw Harry staring at his parents...but then they were back at the Graveyard, Cedric Diggory was lying on the ground with blank eyes staring, seeing that brought a memory out from Alex to which Harry saw as well, which was the murder of his grandfather.
"Noooo!" Alex shouted as he pulled the out of the curse, falling to his knees. Harry was rubbing his head, feeling confused about what had just happened. "What was that?" Harry asked.
Alex shook his head and rubbed his own head. "It was mine," he answered, breathing heavily.
"It was," Harry looked at Alex. "Alex it was your grandfather."
Alex nodded. "I thought I had buried that deep away," he said to Harry.
"I understand," Harry replied, "Do you want to stop for a bit?" he asked.
Alex shook his head and stood to his feet. "No, I'm alright," he answered. "Let's try one more time." Harry nodded. Josh raised his wand towards Harry. "Legilimens!"
Alex was back in Harry's mind. He saw a flicker of a sky picture, but with a little push, Alex broke though the defence.
He was watching a whale of man (Harry´s uncle Alex presumed) hammering a letterbox shut...a hundred Dementors were drifting across the lake in the grounds towards him… he was running along a windowless passage with Mr. Weasley… they were drawing nearer to the plain black door at the end of the corridor… Harry expected to go through it… but Mr. Weasley led him off to the left, down a flight of stone steps…
"I KNOW! I KNOW!"
Alex was thrown out of Harry's mind in an instant. "What?" he said a bit dazed.
"I saw - I remembered," Harry panted. "I've just realized…"
"Realized what?" asked Alex sharply.
"What's in the Department of Mysteries?" Harry asked, looking up at Alex who shrugged.
"Why do you want to know that?"
"Because" said Harry, "that corridor I've just seen - I've been dreaming about it for months — I've just recognized it - it leads to the Department of Mysteries… and I think Voldemort wants something from there."
Alex stared back at Harry. "From what I know," he began, "There are many things in the Department of Mysteries, Harry, few of which we would ever understand. I think this is enough for today. We'll return to this next week, alright?"
Harry nodded. "Okay," he said. "But what should we do about this Department of Mysteries? I mean, what could Voldemort want in the place?"
Alex shrugged. "I'm not sure," he replied. "There are many powerful objects in the Department of Mysteries." Alex paused. "I just know we lost a good man there."
…
Back at the common room, it was packed and full of shrieks of laughter and excitement; Fred and George were demonstrating their latest bit of joke shop merchandise.
"Headless Hats!" shouted George, as Fred waved a pointed hat decorated with a fluffy pink feather at the watching students. "Two Galleons each, watch Fred, now!"
Fred swept the hat on to his head, beaming. For a second he merely looked rather stupid; then both hat and head vanished.
Several girls screamed, but everyone else was roaring with laughter.
"And off again!" shouted George, and Fred's hand groped for a moment in what seemed to be thin air over his shoulder; then his head reappeared as he swept the pink-feathered hat from it. Harry walked over to join Hermione and Ron at a table where they were doing their latest homework.
Alex walked over to sit on a chair next to the fireplace, his head pounding a little. "That's very cool," spoke a familiar voice. Alex turned his head to see Jack watching Fred and George. "I wonder how they work?"
"An invisibility charm," Alex answered, causing Jack to turn towards him. "I doubt it'd last very long though."
"Hey, how was your break?" Jack asked. "I heard there was a breakout from the wizard prison."
"Yeah, there was," Alex said, rubbing his head.
"A lot of bad wizards on the loose," Jack said, "But I don't get it. I thought Azkaban was supposed to be a place that was secure. Who could have orchestrated something like that?"
"It is best not to think about it," Alex said looking at the younger Gryffindor. "It was a pretty good break though. I was at Daphne´s for a bit." Jack nodded. "Astoria was happy with your present."
Jack smiled. "Great I knew she would love it."
Alex looked at Jack for a few seconds and then decided to help. "Jack do you like Astoria?"
The little first year turned as red as his hair. "Why do you ask about that?"
Alex gave a knowing smile, "I think you know."
Jack looked at the ground. "Honestly I am not sure. I mean I like hanging out with her. She is fun and clever, but it is not like I have had crushes before. Not that I know if I have a crush on her."
Alex smiled and looked at Jack. "Well how do you feel when you are with her?"
Jack shrugged. "I dunno. She is funny and I enjoy spending my time with her, much more than I do with my other friends."
Alex grinned and clapped Jack on the shoulder. "It sounds like a crush to me."
Jack blushed again. "Are you sure?"
Alex nodded. "Yep you got a crush."
Jack paused then looked at Alex. "So uh w-what should I do? I mean I am not sure if I am ready to date or even kiss or anything like that."
Alex smiled again. "Just wait then, don´t do anything if you isn´t ready."
Jack nodded and smiled shyly "thanks."
Alex clapped Jack on the shoulder. "You are welcome. Now if you excuse me I think I will go to bed."
A few hours later, Alex was lying in his bed. He was tossing and turning, and sweat was running down his face. He was dreaming, having a horribly nightmare.
He was back in the Graveyard in Little Hangleton. He was laying there, watching as he Grandfather was pulled out by his Alex´s uncle. The flashes of the memory rode throughout his mind. He heard his Grandfather's voice.
"Promise me!" Fredric whispered, staring hard at his grandson.
Alex nodded as tears streamed down his cheeks. "I promise," he said. Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.
Fredric nodded and gave a tired smile. "Alexander. I love –"
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted; the curse exploded from his wand and soared into the grandfather's back.
"Nooooo!" Alex cried as his grandfather was thrown to the ground, motionless and dead. Voldemort and Adrian laughed echoing through Alex´s mind. The deathly face of his grandfather staring back at him.
Alex suddenly sat up, awaking from his nightmare. He had hoped that he was over that, but he knew that he would never be over the death of his grandfather. Fredric was the only real father Alex had ever had, he had been always been there he had taken care of Alex when he needed it. Sirius was there now, but he wasn´t Fredric.
However, his grandfather was gone and he had really never dealt with his death. He just pushed it down and locked it away. So that's what he did now. Alex crossed his legs and closed his eyes as he began to meditate. He used his Occlumency and ignored those feelings. He buried them deep down and locked them away. He didn't want to remember, and he didn't want to feel. It just hurt too much.
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Chapter end
Once again, a big thanks to those who read and reviews my story.
I hoped you liked Mr. Weasley´s funeral. It always bothered me, that the only funeral we saw in the books was Dumbledore´s.
I am glad that you liked Alex´s thought process about his mother´s return, and how he started to feel anger out of his fear.
It was very fun to write Sirius´s little talk with Alex, so I am glad you liked that as well.
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