E As she stared into the strangers captivating eyes she saw things. Memories she didn't know she had come flooding back in a chilling wash of death, love, and despair.

A boy. A prophecy. A love.

"Draco?"

In hearing his name the boy's eyes flickered in happiness. It was her.

"Alexa?"

Alex shook her head. She was confused.

"What's going on? My name is Alex not Alexa. Who are you?"

Draco cocked his head to the side and stared at the girl. She definitely looked like Alexa. But how could she have been brought back to life? He'd seen her die…he'd killed her. The two were locked in a bizarre kind of staring game. He could tell that Alexa, or whomever she claimed to be was getting nervous.

"Look I don't know what the hell is going on and frankly I don't want to. I just want to get back to school and go on with my day."

As she turned to walk down the street, the ground started to shake violently. Both Draco and Alex were thrown roughly onto the pavement. Alex gasped in horror as she saw the middle of the street start to crack and spread apart. Draco's eyes widened in horror as he saw dozens of figures in black robes emerging from the fracture in the center of the road. Deatheaters.

"Get up! Let's go! We have to get out of here!"

He grabbed Alex's hand and pulled her up. The two began running at breakneck speed down the street. Draco looked around for anyone to help them but everything around them was derelict. Deatheaters.

Gasping for air and clutching tightly to her side, Alex managed to choke out in a sort of throaty whimper.

"We can go to my house. It's down here."

The duo turned down a street, with Alexa in the lead, and ran down the street towards the only sanctuary Alex had ever known.

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"What the hell is going on? Why do I have all these memories that aren't mine? Why are there people in tacky dresses chasing us and who the hell are you?"

As soon as she said that it hit her. This was the boy from her dreams. He was real...very real

Draco and Alex had made it safely to her house and as soon as they had gotten into her house they had bolted and bombarded all the doors with furniture. Alex didn't even have to look. She knew the minute that she stepped into the house that her mom was gone. Her anguish had quickly turned to anger when she saw Draco staring at her in disbelief.

"Earth to space boy! I repeat, what is going on?!"

Draco looked at Alexa for a moment. He had forgotten how pretty she was. 'Wait,' he thought, shaking his head. This isn't Alexa.

"Look, I really don't know what going on I just know that those people were after us. It's because you have something they want."

Alex shook her head in disbelief.

"What could I possible have that they want?"

Draco licked his lips nervously.

"Can I see your right forearm?"

Alex clutched her arm to her chest protectively.

"Why? What do you want to see?"

Draco didn't waste his breath. In two quick strides he was over to where Alex was standing. He pulled her arm from her side, callously, jerking up the sleeve of her shirt. In between Alex's wrist and elbow was the Dark Mark with a lightning shaped scar running through it. Draco smirked in spite of himself.

"So where pre tell, did you get that?"

Alex pulled her arm out of Draco's grasp and stepped away from him.

"I've always had it. Ever since I was a little girl."

Draco smirked again.

"Well, I bet you didn't know that that scar on your arm has to power to bring about and ancient evil did we now?"

Alex was scared and frustrated. She felt the tears welling up but, she refused to let them out. She had too many questions that she needed answered and she knew that if she started to cry, she wouldn't be able to stop. So, she forged on.

"What ancient evil? Do you mean those guys in the dresses?"

Draco couldn't help but smile.

"First off they were wearing robes not dresses. Second, they are the least of our worries."

The two slid down against the wall, forgetting about what was going on outside and the fact that they were being pursued. First, Draco told Alex all about magic. He could tell by the looks she gave him that she was skeptical but she didn't say anything that would lead him to believe she thought he was lying. He told her about himself and his family stopping only when he remembered that he had left his mother all alone. Was she alright?

Draco also explained all about Voldemort and how he came to be. He told her about his father and Harry Potter and how she was the Chosen One and what she had to do to fulfill the prophecy. He had had to stop a few times when Alex had broken down in a fit of tears but for the most part, she had handled it well.

During the hour or two they had been talking, the sky had changed from a brilliant blue to a cloudy, forlorn, grey color. Noticing this, Alex rose from her seat on the floor and looked out the window. She gasped at what she saw.

All around her was destruction.

All around her.

There were crashed cars lying twisted in uprooted trees which were lying across lawns and in the tops floors of houses. Once a cheerful neighborhood, it was now one of the destruction and bedlam.

Her house had not been touched.

Fire hydrants were knocked over into the streets, drowning the once beautiful flowerbeds that decorated her neighbor's yard. But, the thing that chilled Alex the most was the absence of any kind of life. There were no people or animals or even the things Draco called deatheaters walking around. The eeriness of the deserted street which was usually filled with kids and their pleasant jollity scared Alex to death. She knew something was out there. Something that wanted to get her and use her for unspeakable evil…

So…what do ya think?