Chapter 12
"NOOOOOO!!!!" bellows Alexander one more time. [What's his problem? Voldemort been burned to way too ugly?] thinks Drake. "Hey Weasleys stay here for a minute I've got to go see what is wrong with him." Says Drake and all of the Weasleys nod their ok.
Alexander is mumbling as Drake approaches, "No. No, no, NO!! It can't be her. No. No. No. No. No. No. Can't be her. If she was alive I'd've tried to find her. NO! NO! NOOOOO!! ARGH NOOO! *Sigh* Rosalyn, can you hear me? Rosalyn?" Alexander lets out a frustrated grunt and starts to cry when he gets no response. "How could I have just given up like that? I'm worthless to her. I wouldn't blame her if she…" He gets cut off by Drake tapping him on the shoulder, "What Drake?"
"Hey, who's the foxy lady with the burnt nose?" says Drake. Suddenly Alexander is standing upright and he punches Drake in the jaw so hard it pops out but right back in. "What was that for you prick?!"
"The 'foxy lady' was my girlfriend of 5 years, and I was going to ask her to marry me before she went over to the dark side." Says Alexander with the same malice in his voice that was there when he talked to Lucius Malfoy after burning him. "I think she was kind of sort of brain washed somehow though and I couldn't find her to try to help her. Now I…I think I-I-I've k-k-k-killed her." Alexander breaks into a wave of tears and he tries to claw away the earth, which she is still trapped in.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NOOO!! I WILL NOT LOOSE YOU AGAIN ROSALYN!!!!" yells Alexander and, after seemingly getting an adrenaline rush, he starts to claw to earth away chunk after chunk after chunk until he has enough gone to free her.
He pulls her out gingerly and lays her on the ground after using a couple of cushioning charms. He checks her pulse. "It's barely there. I can hardly feel it. Hmmm. Yes, yes. I guess I'll have to do it or she will die." Says Alexander.
He put two finger to his lips, which are slightly open and starts an incantation. "Cora a Cora. Labio a Labio. Fuerza mi Baco a Baco. Deajar mi alma a ella alma…"
"No, Alexander!! Don't do this!!" yells Drake when he notices Alexander's lips are glowing.
Alexander ignores him and continues "…ir cuadno labios tacto en la baco a baco." Alexander pulls his fingers away from his mouth with the light attached to them in the shape of a pair of lips and he touches it to Rosalyn's lips and a huge flash of light explodes from that point and blinds everyone for a second.
When the light clears they can see Rosalyn's eyes open and then she speaks, "Alexander?" Alexander nods looking very weak. A tear is seen to fall down his cheek and hit the floor, and at the same time both of them faint.
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[No. No. That can't be her. Why would she do such a thing? Worse than that is I don't detect an Imperius on her.] Alexander thinks on this last night he'd see his loved one on the side of good for some 6 years. He stands up with the diamond ring he purchased for her so he could ask the question. It is still in its closed box. He watches the love of his life torture and attack and maim innocent people not believing his eyes. He shouts out her name but she ignores him and turns on an old lady cutting her neck with a severing charm. He drops the ring box, which would end up staying there and getting crushed before a house-elf came and took it away to the garbage. He runs to her and tries to make her stop but she continues on, and will end up killing 5 people that night. He stares once more at his Rosalyn before he turns and runs out of the café tears running down his face. As he gets 50 feet away he hears yelling and shouting as a stampede of people from the café comes his way. He Disapparates there and then to his home and collapses on a couch and cries himself to sleep having, seemingly, lost his one true love.
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One Day Later
Alexander groans and sits up in the bed. "Where am I? What happened? Why do I feel like part of my sou…" says Alexander trailing off as he starts to remember what happened. "WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS ROSALYN?!"
"Calm down Alexander, she is in another hospital room. She was badly burned after all, and you were rather drained yourself." Says Falcore who is sitting beside Alexander's bed.
"Yes I know old friend. I used my Alma Transfer to keep her alive. I wonder if she will change her ways now especially since she has some strong good in her. What do you think Falcore?" says Alexander.
"I think that it is a very strong possibility Alexander." Says Falcore.
Alexander is facing away from Falcore as he very quietly says "That was a horrible night for me. You know that, don't you?", but Falcore doesn't miss a word.
"Of course I know it. How could I not know? I was the one who found you a mess asleep on your couch with yours eyes all red and bloodshot. I saw the dampness of the pillow. I saw the tear stains down your cheeks. I didn't see her though so how could I not know. Especially when I was in that café to see if she'd say yes to you. When I saw what she was doing I wanted to walk up to you and do something but I knew you needed to handle this yourself. When I saw her do what she did to that old woman it made my stomach drop and my supper rise up and out. It was sickening. When you left I was kind of glad since you wouldn't have to see all the other things that happened…"says Falcore. "I should not have said that. Forget I did or I'll use a Memory Charm anyway."
"Forgetting. Don't want to know anyway if it will start to make me think bad about Rosalyn again." Says Alexander turning and letting Falcore see his bloodshot red eyes. He lays back in the bed sighs and shuts his eyes to rest for a few minutes.
"No… No… So close… Why do I always fail…" mumbles Alexander in his sleep. It has been a few hours since he talked to Falcore, who is still sitting there, shaking his head sadly.
"Poor Alexander." mumbles Falcore. "Spent 2 years of his life searching for a cure and 2 more trying to find her to use it. He always came close but he could never quite find her long enough to do the cure. I think his fire might have purged her since it was probably made from the same thing that fuels his cure, his anger, his remorse, his sorrow, and his deep down true love for her. That is what he feels each time he sees Voldemort or thinks about the night she went over. *Sigh* My poor buddy has led a hard life. It would be good to see him finally settle down and take it easy." Falcore lets out a deep, long, contented sigh and leans back in his chair relaxing.
"That was very touching Falcore." Says a voice making Falcore jump. "I never knew Alexander went through all of that."