A/N: FF, what the fuck?
"Potter, Alexandra!"
"Harry watched her approach the stool, fear blossoming in his gut. "Wherever she ends up, we're going to have to keep an eye on her," he whispered to Ron, who nodded in determination.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Both boys froze. "New plan," whispered Ron. "We'll beg Malfoy."
"Potter, Harry!"
