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Wow, I wasn't expecting to update this soon but got to writting. I was hoping to get the holidays included in this chapter but it didn't happen.

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As the door shut behind Ron, Alexandria turned her head to glance at it before looking back at Harry. He was staring into the fire, looking as if his thoughts were going a mile a minute. Alexandria still couldn't get over his eyes, how old they looked. She had noticed that his friends, especially Ron, Hermione and Ginny, also had eyes that looked old but not as old as Harry's. Hearing what his life had been like, she could understand why. Although the only time she saw his eyes really lighten up was when Fred Weasley was around, she had seen that they would always soften when he was around his friends, his patchwork family that had seemed to keep him alive when he thought there was nothing to live for.

"So that's your best mate?" asked Alexandria. Harry glanced at the door that Ron had just left through and then looked at Alexandria with a smile.

"That's him, the brother I never had." Alexandria chuckled at the description.

"Seeing you two together, it reminds me of the stories that Dad would tell about Uncle Sirius and him. "

"It probably is practically the same, except the nicknames." added Harry with a laugh. "Ron and I never gave each other nicknames."

"You still could, you know, stick to tradition." suggested Alexandria.

"Nah, I think we'll stick with just Harry and Ron."

"Why?" Harry shifted at the question, pulling his feet underneath him.

"When I met Ron I didn't have any friends. I was suddenly the 'boy-who-lived.' I had strangers shaking my hands, students that would stare at me but not really talk to me. Ron had asked to see my scar on the train ride once he knew who I was, but after that he talked to me normal.

We've had our ups and downs about the whole fame thing. Ron had always been plagued by the fact that he was the youngest of six boys, six siblings who seemed to have done something worthy and he had always felt the pressure to do something that measured up. I believe each time something happened, like the Tri Wizard Tournament or because of my fame, it made him feel in the shadows, just like he had been with his brothers. But whenever I needed him the most he was always beside me. When it comes right down to it with us, we don't need nick names we just like being plain old Ron and Harry."

"But what about healing. I heard you say he's one of the bests around and he seemed to take really good care of Sirius. I don't believe George or Fred has said anything about a healer in his family."

"Well the healing just really came to him this summer. Before that he didn't know anything about it."

"This summer? Really?"

"Yeah, once Ginny helped him realize he could be really good at potions he realized that he was really good at healing potions. Then we found out that he could to wandless healing..."

"He can do wandless healing, really? I've read that that is very rare."

"It is. We hadn't really known that it had happened until Hermione researched it. We had been practicing dueling and my arm got sliced badly by a cutting curse. Acting on instinct Ron mended it wandlessly; it surprised the hell out of all us that's for sure. He kind of found himself this summer and he's gotten a lot more confident with not only his abilities but himself as well, but right now only a select few know about his abilities. He's trying to keep up the dumb best friend act so that people underestimate him."

"That's kind of smart of him."

"Yes well he's a great chess player, he seems to have the ability to think twenty steps ahead."

"Has he used the wandless healing since then?" asked Alexandria, extremely curious about an ability so rare.

"Not really. The last time he used it was to save Severus' life."

"The night he was uncovered as a spy?" she asked. The night that Harry had found out that Severus was his father hadn't really been discussed. Alexandria was curious as to what would make her father suddenly tell Harry the truth.

"Yeah. When I was sleeping I had gotten a vision about Severus being found out through my link with Voldemort. When Voldemort sent Severus back to Hogwarts I had woken up and immediately looked for him. Seeing the shape he was in, I sent for Ron. He had a deep gash on his leg that was losing a lot of blood, apparently an artery had been cut. Ron was able to heal it and gave Severus the potions he needed. If we hadn't been able to stop the blood, Severus probably would of died. The stubborn man, I don't know why he didn't go to Madam Pomphrey for attention."

"Thought he could take care of it himself?" asked Alexandria.

"Apparently. I don't think he realized how bad the wound on his leg was though."

"The vision you got from Voldemort...do they happen a lot?" asked Alexandria, curling up into her corner of the couch. Harry let out a dry laugh.

"They did. I would see through his eyes, feel his emotions, especially his anger. Sometimes it felt like my head was tearing in two. At the beginning they were all true because he didn't know that it was happening but last year he caught on. I had studied Occulmency this summer so I hadn't had any visions recently, but that night I had accidentally fallen asleep on the couch without putting up my shields. Either Voldemort wanted me to see what happened or he was so used to me not being there that he didn't realize I was there." Alexandria nodded her head and stared into the fire. "Do get them? The visions?" asked Harry but Alexandria just shook her head.

"No. I used to have some nightmares, but they were never clear and I could barely remember them when I woke up."

"What about your scar? With you technically being the 'girl who lived' I figured you would have a connection like I do." Unconsciously, Alexandria rubbed her scar in thought.

"I don't know really. It hurts occasionally, sometimes are worse than others. I think the worst was not even two years ago, it actually bled that time."

"Sounds like it was about the time he regained his body."

"Yeah, that sounds about right. It's like an ache in my chest, sometimes I forget its there, other times I can't."

"It's probably a good thing it's on your right side and not your left."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because your heart is more to the left. If your pain is like anything I have felt in my head then it might have affected it."

"I never thought of it like that."

"So the question is why do I seem to have this intense connection with Voldemort when you were the one he marked?"

"Well we are twins, there has always been a special connection between wizarding twins." Harry nodded his head as he considered this. "What about the spell that dad used to transfer the scar from me to you?"

"That would depend on the spell he used. I suppose it could have transferred some magic left from Voldemort. I'll have to get Hermione to research it for me."

"Also the fact that it was transferred to you head. Maybe that was what caused the mind link."

"Then why would you have the nightmares then."

"Well like I said, they were never clear and I was unable to remember them. Maybe they were residue from when you would have your visions. Like I said, we are twins so we already have a connection and dad adding the link with the scar probably enhanced that connection."

"Kind of like the muggles theory that twins can feel each others pain?" asked Harry with smirk.

"Yeah, kind of like that. Also, you were closer to Voldemort than I was. He used your specific blood to gain his body back which probably added to your connection with him." Harry looked at her in surprise.

"How did you know about that?"

"George explained some of the things you've been through to me."

"I see." said Harry looking into the fire. "Do you think you can do it?" he asked quietly after awhile. "Do you think you can kill him?" Alexandria stared into the fire as she thought about the question.

"Yes." she said simply.

"How do you know? Even after everything that he has put me through it's still hard to grasp the fact that I was expected to kill."

"I think you are more like dad, his compassion. I on the other hand think more like father. I think of it as something that needs to be done and if it protects my family then I will do it. I guess I have his sort of detachment." Harry nodded his head in agreement, already noticing that about her.

"It's so interesting to hear you call Severus father."

"I would guess with you just finding out that he was your father it would be weird to start calling him that."

"Yeah, out loud anyways. I call him father in my head sometimes. How is it that you act so like him yet you hadn't met him till now?"

"Well dad told a lot of stories but he also let me look into his memories of when they were in school. I guess what I saw kind of stuck with me."

"That makes sense."

"You're a mixture of both though. When you are trying to work something out you remind me of father, but when you are with your friends you remind me of dad."

"My friends have the ability to make me relax and forget all the crap that is going on in my life."

"They seem like amazing people. I keep referring them your patchwork family in my head."

"Yeah I guess they are, especially the Weasley's. You will love Mrs. Weasley when you meet her, although she will probably insist you eat more. She believes most people are much to thin." Alexandria laughed at that.

"Speaking of the Weasley's..." trailed off Alexandria.

"Yeah?" asked Harry slowly, not sure if he liked the way she started that sentence.

"When are you and Fred going to stop dancing around each other and admit you have a thing for each other?" she asked bluntly and Harry was at a lose for words for a moment.

"When are you and George going to?" he retorted but Alexandria just waved her hand in dismissal.

"We don't need to. I know that he's into me and he knows I like him. The banter is just what we do. We will get together when we feel the need to. You and Fred on the other hand..."

"I just don't know." answered Harry with a sigh.

"You do like him?"

"Yeah I do, seems like I do more with each day."

"Then why don't you do anything about it?"

"Because it's Fred. Why would he possibly have a thing for me? I'm sure there are many more people out there that he could be with."

"But he wants to be with you."

"Sometimes I believe that."

"You should believe it all the time."

"How do you know for sure?"

"Harry I've only been here a couple of days and I can see it. Plus, George told me."

"Really?" asked Harry with a small smile, getting hopeful.

"Really. So what are you going to do about it?" Harry looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I don't know yet."

"You're a Potter, I'm sure you can think of something. Dad said he trapped father in a closet until he would believe that he wanted to be with him." Harry couldn't help but laugh at this and was glad that he was finally able to talk with his sister.

The next day Molly and Remus were sitting down eating breakfast together at the Burrow. With the children staying at school until Christmas Eve, Grimmauld Place had seemed to depressing for the Weasley's to stay in for the Holidays. It was as they were sipping their tea that two owls flew in and landed in front of them.

"That's odd." remarked Remus taking the letter from the owl in front of him while Molly took the letter from the owl in front of her. "It's from Harry."

"This one is from Ron. You don't think something has happened do you?" asked Molly worriedly.

"No, we would have heard directly from Minerva." answered Remus as he opened his note and read it once to himself and then aloud. "Dear Remus, I hope your holidays have been going good. Sorry I haven't been able to write recently, a lot has been going on. Anyways, we are all heading to Hogsmeade on Saturday to do our last minute Christmas shopping before we come home on Monday and we were wondering if you would like to meet us there? It would be nice to have a visit and catch up. Just meet us near the Shrieking Shack around 10 am, we will be waiting. Love, Harry."

"The letter from Ron says practically the same thing. What do you think is going on? Why meet at the Shack of all places?" asked Molly.

"The last time we were at the Shack was with Sirius, Peter and Snape in third year. Harry wouldn't want us to meet him there without a good reason."

"I wonder what the reason is?"

"These last couple of weeks I kept getting this feeling that something was going on, but whenever I talked with Minerva she always said that everything was calm at the school. More calm than it had been in years. I think that something important happened and they want to tell us what it is. It's the only reason I can think that he would want to meet at the Shack."

"What do you say we meet up at the Three Broomsticks at 9:30 then?" asked Molly quickly making up her mind.

"That will work out great." answered Remus with a smile.

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Next Remus and Mrs. Weasley found out the truth and hopefully Christmas and some surprise guests!