Meet Alexa

If you've listened to the Artemisia's story, the Mist and the Blacks, they are so convoluted and sick for just two reasons:

Every good hero needs extremely deserving villians and I don't desire Harry Potter to win on his mother's protection or newly discovered wandlore rules.

Impossible achieved should always be a loophole which can be discovered, a limit which can be reached.

I completely agree on Harry Potter being the master of the Elder wand. I disagree with the logic that Voldy wouldn't use a simple diffindo on Harry after the AK failed four times or that he should lose on a rebound curse.

Sadly neither canon Harry nor Voldy are intellegent enough to play the Game. I will strive to make my characters intellegent.

Mid morning

By the pool, Anders' village

Harry James Potter was tired. He'd already killed werewolves, dug up their graves while the other two 'slept,' (read: fainted) groomed Hedwig's feathers as she often demanded, carried the girl and Jon to the grass by the pool. As if that was not enough, he'd them listened to the excruciatingly long, emotional and quite unbelievable tale of his life which he some how completely belived.

And now, this girl was interrupting him for his crude language in the middle of his divining the reason why his parents abandoned him.

How dare she!!

And now, she was staring at him.

So was Jon.

"I said that all out aloud, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," said the girl, nodding sagely at him, while Jon too nodded. And Hedwig...

"Ow!" Trill. Trill.

...She hit him at the back of his head.

Jon was trying to hide a smile as Hedwig berated Harry, while the girl just stared at... his eyes?

"Ok! I heard all of that story while you two were acting all emotional."

"Hey that's rude!"

Jon interjected, "The girl is not in the wrong. Most of it is public knowledge, except for the details of Aunt Bella's ... adventures."

"You're shaming the name of adventures by calling them that," the bushy girl with brown eyes interjected, her voice sharp, though she was still looking at him.

"Yeah... What she said. And listening to us was still rude."

"Well why don't you try not listening to such a romantic, adventurous and dark story while sleeping. You're a great storyteller by the way, Jon."

Jon was blushing.

Harry chuckled and said,"There may be hope for you yet, girl."

The girl, smiled lightly but kept staring at Harry.

"Is there something in my eyes?"

"No... Its just that just before I fainted, I had caught a glimpse of you riding on a wave of water, going towards the wolves."

Harry gave a lopsided grin, "Yeah just an ordinary day in my life."

Jon rolled his eyes, "Only you'd call that ordinary."

"Anyway, my mind felt like it had break apart and my sense of self lost when I caught sight of your eyes. They just anchored me, you know. Calmed me down."

"I really don't."

"I think I can guess," Jon said suddenly, his voice full of disbelief.

"Say girl, was your memory very good before the encounter and then you went out of control?"

The girl nodded twice.

"Harry don't you cause people to calm down very well?"

Harry remembering Anders' face answered, "Oh I do indeed!"

Jon explained, "You were running very fast the other day and left your mother alone to die. I'd placed it as panic and accidental magic but I think your natural arrangement and Occlumency of the mind broke down, perhaps due to grief. A natural Occlumens.

"Somehow Harry's eyes calm people down. I've spoken more in the last few hours than I've in the last month with my Lord Grandfather, just due to this feeling I kept getting that I could trust him."

"Oh yes your fucking family. In both senses of the word."

"I would've scolded you if I didn't agree," the girl said frowning.

"How's your mind now?" Harry asked.

"Um... Surprisingly well actually. When I woke, I kept staring at you eyes and for now my mind has calmed down."

"You just had an Occlumency breakdown. Your sense of self will clash with your inner magic. Your identity will change."

"What?"

Jon simply said, leaning back and not looking at her, "Who are you? What's your name? How are you here? Where are your parents, girl?"

Harry looked at her as the girl began to think over these questions. And then suddenly, she fell down from her sitting position and began shivering all over and her eyes unfocused and her mouth was opening in a silent scream...

"What the hell did you do, Jon!"

But Jon was a boy on a mission. Before Harry could blink, he was up and was raising the girl's body, while she still shivered so that she was facing Harry's eyes all the while shouting,

"Look at her! Into her eyes!"

And Harry did, into the soft brown eyes of the girl, not sure what he was doing but believing in there being a plan.

"Focus now! Find her! Calm her! Ask her who she wants to be! Then rearrange her mind! Got it!"

Jon was shouting orders like a military trainer. Harry nodded. He noted that the usual calming effect of his eyes was not working.

"Ok!," and then softly, "Find that something past her eyes, Har..."

But Harry was already in.

It was complete D-is—Or-DEr.

"...Perfect as always, Ms Granger..." the teachers said, as if used to it.

"...look at her, her teeth, her hair..."

"...and how she walks, hugging those books close..."

"... Little Miss Perfect..."

"... Teacher's Pet..."

...the Bushy Brown beaver..."the children said, laughing and sneering.

"...know she's smart but with no friends... I'm getting worried...," her parents said when they didn't know she was listening.

"...have you ever seen her ever play...," the neighborhood whispered.

...Ugly...

...useless...

Harry was suddenly in the forest.

"Aaaaahhhh..." Her father was torn apart.

...It ran and ran. It did not care...

...Lonely...

...The two boys were talking. Friends. She kept quiet. She wasn't...

...Lonely...

And then Harry focused. '..Find her!..' And he suddenly knew what to do.

"Where are you? Oh Pretty girl? Come on out to play! We're friends aren't we? Or did you forget me so soon."

Harry was suddenly resembled a library.

A preschool library The harsh white light lit up the room, which was filled to its fullest by books. Harry read the titles...

Alphabet. Calligraphy. Cursives...

English. Mathematics. Literature. History.

School Rules. House Rules. Kitchen Rules.

Parents.

Eating procedure. Bathing procedure. Sleeping procedure.

A thin book... "How to make friends..."

A very thick book..."Unsorted Emotions..."

There was the girl, crying on the floor. She looked younger though.

"Why am I...? Why am I...?"

"A bit young to think about theories of existence, aren't you?" Harry said with a grin full of fondness, approaching her.

The girl looked up at him.

"No! I'm not young, I'm not."

"No you're really not, Are you?" He sat down beside her. "But the adults don't know that, do they?"

"What?" She looked up, not really expecting him to agree.

Sitting down beside her and looking at her sideways he directly attacked the root of the problem, "They don't understand and neither do the kids. Your Parents think you're too young, the children think you're too old. We aren't young, you and me, nor old, but we are survivors."

"Survivors?"

He said nodding his head, "Of course! Survivors of society! We're the smart ones, pretty girl! They all ask you to do as they say. They want you to be perfect for them... everything as they say, everytime, everywhere..., don't they, ...Ms Pretty..."

And then extending his hand, he wiped the tear falling from her eyes, touching her soft soft skin... and hugged her from the side, holding her close, as if a protective family member.

She sniffed. Harry made circles on her back with his second hand and wiped her tears.

Then she began speaking, first softly and then her voice riding...

"Yes they do. I was just being perfect. The teachers said do your work. I did it. My parents said mind your manners. I did. The children s-said k-keep a-away. I-i d-did. I read the books and tried to be perfect and yet they hated me. A-All the k-kids my age.

A-And th-then I went to picnic in the forests, t-they t-took him away."

"But he died for didn't he, Pretty girl? Hmm?"

She suddenly buried her head in his chest.

"Y-yes. A-and I ran like a c-coward."

He was holding her hand now, making circles with his thumb on the back of her hand, while she watched the motion.

"Wouldn't he want you to be happy, Pretty girl?"

"Y-yes he would." She said hesitantly.

"Both your parents are dead now. You are in the middle of a forest, with two boys of your age, who want to help you. Will you accept us as you friends then?"

She nodded into his chest.

"Who do you want to be then, Pretty girl?"

"Free. I want to be free."

And Harry replied softly, "I wanted to be free too. I had these bad relatives who'd laugh at me, and make work for them, who wouldn't be friends with me."

"Oh!" Her voice was full of empathy.

"Do you know what I did?"

"What?"

"I blew up their house."

She was smiling now, a real smile, soft and warm, like chocolate. She lightly punched him on the chest.

"Not really. You're lying of course."

"Look at me, Pretty girl."

And she did. Deep into his eyes and then they were suddenly traveling in the air, a soft wind was blowing past Harry and they were flying in a moist wind, he was holding her tight, the wind in his hair, a spinkle of water hit their faces... and then they were in his mind.

The Pretty girl's mind was maelstrom of sad emotions and memories surrounding a school library. Harry's mind?

"A Fucking Ocean. What do I do with all of this?"

Atleast it was calm. The were on the beach of an Atoll, about a mile in diameter, with extremely clear transparent water in it, surrounded by the ocean on all sides.

Surprisingly, all the waves were flowing in a direction perpendicular to the Atoll.

Harry holding the girl's hand on a beach and and the waves were breaking on sand and a sea breeze was flowing.

"If this is where I store my thoughts, no wonder I get average grades."

The girl was still smiling at their held hands.

Then suddenly deep in the distance, he saw a white bird blazing towards him.

"Not here too..."

The pretty girl asked, "What happened?"

"Oh nothing, it's just..."

But Hedwig was already there, a burning majesty of white and she was hitting him hard and it hurt but he was in the middle of a mentally helping the pretty girl which called for some endurance in facing you worst fears.

Atleast until she bit his ear.

"Aaahhh. Of course you're pretty Hedwig, even beautiful, a surreality,

You radiance shines in the night sky, you light up and burn like stars,

Your Patient and how fast you fly

So please don't give me scars!"

"Ha-ha! A poem in seconds. Your bird has you domesticated, Harry. Ha-ha!"

Atleast someone was enjoying Harry's exceptional poetry. The Pretty girl pointed and laughed. Hedwig hit him thrice more to 'improve his long term memory for flattering pretty birds.' And then...

Trill. Trill. Trill. Trill. Trill. Trill.

"Ok. Hmm. And then... That. Yes. Yes. Hmm..."

Harry suddenly smiled as he understood and looked into the still smiling pretty girl's eyes and they were back in her mind.

"Wow that was fast. What did she tell you?"

"Um... She said I was basically a fool who should remember to respect her royalty and that there was no excuse for me to subject you to the flying wind on the way there."

"Wait! You created the wind." She looked cross.

"Of course I created the wind though accidentally. Its either your mind or mine and since you're asking, you didn't create it."

"Well I did enjoy the flight. I suppose you can be forgiven."

"How very gracious of you, Pretty girl."

"But you still didn't show me the proof."

"You want proof? I'll give you proof. My inner Hedwig did tell me a few relevent things."

Then Harry touched her forehead with his index finger and channeled the memory as proof to her. The finger lit up in a burst of magical energy and in a few seconds the Pretty girl had seen the memory of Harry blowing up his relatives' house.

"Seeing this I doubt life will be boring around you."

"Me and boring," Harry said, scoffing at the air lightly.

"You do calm people down. That's boring."

Harry suddenly smiled victoriously at her.

"Tell that to the people missing 90000 pounds to my boring eyes. Besides, I think the ability to calm people has saved my life a few times."

"90000 pounds! Who the hell are you?"

Letting go of her hand, he bowed deeply to her.

"Perry Hatter at your service, Mademoiselle!"

"THE PERRY HATTER!!"

"Of course! I killed a werewolf with the Crown necklace, by the way."

"WHA WHU WAY?!"

"You're not being coherent. You must maintain the sanctity of English in a Library, Miss Pretty Girl. And I strangled it with a diamond edge."

"You can't just drop that on me and expect coherency. And return the necklace you rascal!"

"Hey everything was accidental. ...Actually I just had a brilliant idea. By the way, say how about Allesandra as a name for you?"

"Accidentally crashing Limos at 5...Allesandra... Yes it's nice! Allesandra um... Francesca! ...Granger? No that sucks!"

"I'm bloody SIX! And you should change your surname too," Harry shrugged, "Let nothing hold you back!"

"And do you suggest, Mr Potter?

"Hey that's a low blow! Besides as Jon said I've got money to go with it. As for you... uh... Roosevelt? Worthington? Lincoln? Riddle? Bailey? Adair? Cameron? Thompson? Atkins? Regina Phalangee? "

"You're Horrible at names you know. And Phalangee? Really?"

Harry Potter ignored this insult as he ignored every insult hurled at him and immediately came up with a perfect name... His brain surprised him sometimes.

"I assure you that someday a friend of mine will happily call themselves that. Oh I know just the name. Will you be the Watson to my Holmes, Alexa"

"Watson... Alexa... I like it. Alexa Watson." She was nodding and smiling.

"Oh good! So now, let's rearrange your mind, shall we, Miss Watson."

Then Alexa remembered something else, "Wait! Wait! Mr. 'Holmes to my Watson.' That's PREPOSTEROUS! Do I look like a fool to you? I'll show you, SHERLOCK!."

Then she picked up her nearest book and hit Harry with on the head with it.

Surprisingly, the Book burst into fire before it reached him and fell from her hands.

Its burnt title was one Harry had read minutes before...

'How to make friends.'

And around him Harry saw in awe as all the maelstrom of emotions resolved themselves and settled, the book of emotions thinned. And a new book its took place: "Harry Potter" and "Jon Black."

The books on rules destroyed themselves and many other books were slowly appearing too, with titles like "Adventures", "Swear words", "Surviving in the woods," which were, as Hedwig had said all of her memories on each of these, now deemed important.

The wooden table in the middle of the library disintegrated into a beanbag. The lights lost their harshness and provided an earthy quality.

Then Alexa who was undergoing these changes when she embraced her new self, suddenly began to grow taller so than she was just an in shorter than Harry, and the dusting of freckles on her face vanished, her arms becoming wirier and her face thinner with cheekbones rising higher.

Her teeth rearranged themselves to white and similar sized, her hair turning strawberry blonde into a ponytail reaching her neck.

Her eyes became even softer and turned hazel, a soft gold ringed by an emerald green.

'My emerald green,' he thought.

She looked... "Perfect and ready to the world on, Alexa." He summarised succintly, in the now homely library.

Both of them smiled and when Alexa rushed to hug him, Harry hugged back.

"By the way," Harry said, "you Occlumency has released enough latent magic to change your appearance, my dear Watson."

Jon was woken with a kick to the guts.

The sun had crossed the midday point in the afternoon sky.

"Ow! Why'd you hit—," Jon paused as he took in the new Alexa Watson. She was Strawberry blonde, the hair ending at her neck with light tanned skin, golden eyes ringed by an emerald green, sharp nose and red pouty lips and an athletic body.

"Boy...you've changed. You look... fit"

"I'm a girl Jon. And I hope that your intentions when you caused my collapse were pure."

"Of course! You would've mentally collapsed whether you liked or not, as soon as you broke eye contact with Harry for longer than a minute.

It was necessary to force it to happen and immediately help you out. So who are you?"

"Jon, that's Alessandra Fucking Watson to you, AKA Pretty girl," said Harry from behind. Alexa turned to him and said, "Its Francesca, you idiot, not Fucking."

"She's hot, she's intelligent and she's fiesty. Best traveling companion ever. No Offense, Jon."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Perry."

"It isn't flattery when its true," Jon interrupted. "Your magic must be repressed a lot to literally fulfill your hearts' desire to this extent."

"I guess... But who wants beauty... I just wanted friends and I got them," Alexa said grinning from ear to ear.

"And you try to listen to the various shades of blonde and their relative attractiveness for as long as I did," Harry said in fond exasperation.

Then Harry happily threw an arm over both of them and began leading them into the forest, as if they were themselves going there.

"Where to, now?" asked Jon.

"Now, both of you are doing manual labour and while we scavenge Miss Granger's car for useful things," Harry said cheerfully.

"Any chance you know how to drive, Jon as I'm sure Harry doesn't. How did even escape so fast?"

"What is Miss Watson here talking about, Potter, Did you break any laws before coming here, Harry?" asked Jon, suddenly alert.

"Broke laws? The boy is a household name for non-magicals, a traitor to the Crown at six. He didn't break rules, he Blasted them with a car and drowned them in water."

Harry told them both the truth then, realeasing them and now walking sheepishly behind them.

Hedwig had gone somewhere, Jon noted. Ghost was following them, prowling without a noise.

"You know I am a Lord. Some little Law may require me to arrest you. But I know an exercise in futility when I see one."

"Yeah! Wherever they place you, you'll just run away after destroying the place."

Harry was grinning now, "You two know me so well, its like lived together forever."

Alexa rolled her eyes. "You hear of someone blowing up his house and you raise expectations accordingly."

Harry sighed.

They reached the car by about . Alexa began sorting through the books and books and some more books." I really commend you on reading enough books for all the homeless in London, Alexa."

"Never underestimate the power of knowledge, Harry. Many of these books may one day change the world."

"Of course they will. Read a lot, as much ss you want to, but never forget that books are but reflections made by others in solitude. Never forget your real life. As for knowledge, well I've got plenty of that."

Jon meanwhile was engrossed in the great discoveries made by those not gifted by magic... in Alexa's Grade 1 Literature book.

"And what knowledge do you possess, Mr Potter that these books don't?"

He raised an eyebrow, leaned in close to her and whispered, "You crave sweets, your parents are dentists, that hug you gave me? It was your first hug to a kid your age," she was shivering lightly now, taking deep breaths,

"...You desire comfort when reading, the crisp turning of pages calms you. You didn't exercise or walk a lot before, but still easily lift heavier things. Your family had a pet dog which is dead now. Your favourite color was gold, but is green now and I haven't read a single of these things from your books nor seen them in your mind, Alexa. Need I go on?"

Her jaw dropping, she slowly shook her head and asked, "How did you...?"

"Elementary, my dearest Watson. Now, chocolate?"

And out of nowhere, a bar of dark chocolate was in his right hand, which definitely wasn't there earlier.

"Harry!"

As Harry turned to look at him, Jon said, "I need to go to London, Harry. It looks like I've found out my destiny."

Alexa and Harry walked up to him.

Jon showed them the story, 'King Author and the Sword.'

"Yeah so? Many of us have heard of it," Alexa said.

Harry nodded too. But Jon stared at him. And suddenly his brain brain picked something.

"The sword, it's magic isn't it?"

In Jon's eyes a storm was rising, but his answering voice was a whisper, "Ancient magic..."

"And yet the non-magicals know of it. Even after the Mist's intervention."

Alexa understood too. Normal people didn't even know of any specific magic Merlin had performed. Yet a sword of all things escaped his Interdict!

"But that is why I need to get the sword, Harry. Lord Black's second duty is to find the Sword in the Darkness..."

Harry's brain didn't fail him, "A Sword visible through the Mist, something that hides Ships, creates digital documentation and can take away magic. Something which must be metaphorically referred to as the Darkness. A Sword visible in the Darkness."

Jon's face was hard as stone now as he nodded solemnly.

"People have forgotten of Dragons, Harry."

"But why London?" She found herself asking.

Jon answered promptly, "For in London, at one end of Diagon Alley, the commercial centre of our world lies Gringotts, the bank of Goblins. And in one of the deepest vaults, perhaps, THE First Vault of Gringotts, lies Excalibur, the Sword of King Arthur Pendragon."

"Robbing a Goblin bank? That sounds difficult."

"But how will you enter London Harry? You're Perry Hatter himself?" Alexa inquired.

"Yeah about that... Remember when I had that brilliant idea before we decided your name?"

She nodded, suddenly apprehensive.

"Well its about time I met Queen Lizzie then."