"No. I'm not going in there."

Alex stepped back from the entrance to Diagon Alley which had once been just a mere brick wall. She was scared. For last quarter hour, Draco had been pleading with Alex to go into Diagon Alley but she had flatly refused.

"C'mon Alex. We are safer in there than we are out here. Don't you remember what I told you? Muggles will be less likely to help us because most of them don't believe in magic. We have to get help, now let's go."

Alex sighed and looked into Draco's eyes. Something about those eyes—she shook her head and looked away, throwing her hands up in air exasperatingly.

"Alright. I suppose I trust you. Just keep me safe okay? I'm only fifteen and personally, I have a lot of shit I still want to do."

Draco smiled. One thing about Alex that definitely wasn't Alexa was the attitude she brought to the table. Alexa had known how to conserve her feelings really well while Alex was…blunt. Straightforward. To the point. He liked that about her. As he stepped under the brick archway, he grabbed her hand which he gave a small squeeze. He was surprised when she squeezed back.

******

Inside the sixth year Gryffindor boy's dormitory, Harry Potter awoke with a start. He had just had a terrible nightmare. The only problem was, he couldn't seem to remember it…all he knew was that his scar was hurting. He knew that whenever his scar hurt that he was in danger. He groggily rolled out of his four poster and went over to Ron's bed.

"Ron. Ron. RON!"

Ron jumped at the sound of Harry shout and rolled off the side of the bed. He reappeared seconds later looking very agitated.

"Sod off Harry. It's not time for breakfast yet."

Harry frowned.

"No Ron it's not that. My scar…it's hurting again. You know what that means."

At those words, Ron immediately perked up his face shining with worry.

"We need to go to Dumbledore."

******

"So you see Professor, that's why Alex and I need your help."

The old wizard shook his head of gray hair eyeing Alex up and down which incidentally, was making her uncomfortable. He took no notice of this and stared on.

"I must agree with you Mr. Malfoy. She does bear quite a bit of resemblance to Ms. Williams but you do know that that is not possible, right?"

He looked above his glasses over at Draco.

"Yes Professor. But don't you think it's weird that they should bear the same mark and all? I mean how many people in the world have that mark?"

For the better half of an hour, Draco and Alex had sat in Dumbledore's office and told him the eye-popping events that made up their day. Well, actually, Draco had done all the talking, while Alex sat there looking and feeling helpless. When they had gotten into Diagon Alley, Draco had taken charge and with the help of what he'd called a portkey, they had appeared on the edge of the forests which led to Hogwarts.

After listening to the story, Dumbledore had decided that the best thing for them to do was to  secretly stay at Hogwarts until the danger had subsided. This presented a problem because one, secrets were never safe at Hogwarts and two; Alex was identical to Alexa, who was incidentally dead.

As Dumbledore began to go over how they would approach the situation, they hear footsteps coming up towards his office. A worried Ron Weasley and frightened looking Harry Potter bounded into Dumbledore's office only to stop in shock at the scene that awaited them.

"You! I thought I killed you," proclaimed Ron before he fainted dead away."

Alex rose, even more afraid then she was before. She looked straight into Harry's eyes and as she did she saw herself doing horrible things. She had killed a man…and she saw herself trying to kill Harry and then…she fainted dead away in a crumpled heap on the ground.

******

As the fresh morning light came to meet Alex's face, she stirred slightly. The realization of everything that had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours quickly hit her and she sat straight up in the bed quickly.

"Whoa. Calm down Alex. You are okay…I promise."

Alex looked to her left and saw Draco sitting in a chair looking over at her with a small yet extremely cocky smile on his face. As she slowly took in her surroundings, she realized she was in an infirmary of some sort. There were beds lining the walls and in the corner of the room there was little white door, obviously the exit. She glanced back at Draco who smirked and nodded his head towards something past Alex on her right. She turned to see a pale boy with red hair laying rigidly under pure white sheets a couple of beds down. She gasped and whipped back around to face Draco.

"I didn't kill him did I?"

At this, Draco laughed out loud.

"Unfortunately, no. However, he was a bit shocked to see you…"

He was cut short by Albus Dumbledore who purposefully strode into the infirmary.

"I see we're up now are we Ms. Miller?"

Alex nodded sheepishly.

"Well I have some good news for you. I have talked to the Ministry of Magic and they are allowing you and Mr. Malfoy to stay here at Hogwarts while they investigate this mystery you two sleuths seemed to have stumbled upon. Apparently there was quite a lot of confusion in the muggle world when the people saw a large hole in the ground filled with mumbling muggles who didn't know what had happened to them or where the hole had come from.

Dumbledore stopped and looked into the two teenagers eyes amusedly.

"Now, if you wish to stay in Hogwarts you must follow these guidelines. First, you are both to return as sixth years, Mr. Malfoy you have been on a long vacation mourning the loss of your father and you Ms. Miller… you shall assume the identity of a one Ms. Alexa Williams. Is that clear?

Draco and Alex looked at each other before silently nodding.

"In addition, there shall be no talk of why you came back or of that fateful night in the woods which led to the tragic death of Ms. Williams. We will act as if her death never occurred and that it was just a story made up to protect you two from he-who-must-not-be-named. I have already talked to Mr. Potter and he in turn has agreed to this proposal and will notify Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. So if there are no questions, I shall be going…Professors McGonagall and Snape shall arrive shortly to help the two of you get reacquainted here at Hogwarts. Of course, there is no class as today is Sunday but you are both expected to be in class tomorrow. Good Day."

As Dumbledore left, Alex groaned and lay back against the bed.

"Great. What next?"

*As you probably noticed, in Chapter nine I said that Draco didn't finish his sixth year…I actually meant fifth…sorry about that one.

~BAPFORLIFE