Alexa woke up in the Hogwarts infirmary. At first sign that she was alive, several people rushed up to her bedside. She saw a frazzled looking Harry, and Dumbledore whispering to three men she didn't know, but she didn't see…Draco.

She sat up, grinding her teeth as she felt the pain in her side. Everyone was looking at her as if waiting for her to speak. Where was Draco? She needed to know. Breathing heavily she asked the one question she already knew the answer to.

"Draco?"

At the name, faces fell and Alexa looked down, blinking back tears. Harry reached over and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry Alexa."

She recoiled at the touch, growing angry. She looked straight into Dumbledore's eyes.

"How could you let this happen?! We were going to be alright! He wasn't supposed to die! How could you?!"

Dumbledore sighed, his answers trailing off into nothingness.

"Ms. Williams please understand. It was very risky, sending Mr. Malfoy in as a sort of spy…he wanted to do it….for you…we knew that Lucius was coming…we didn't know that Snape was involved…quite a shock…we had them all down and were attending to you. We thought that Narcissa was knocked out…the knife was one the floor…her own son…who would have imagined…"

Alexa didn't want to it anymore...she couldn't take it. In all honesty, she knew that she was the reason Draco was gone. Gone. Draco. Draco. Gone. Forever.

Alexa covered her face with her hands and sobbed. Hearing the commotion, Madame Pomfrey ushered everyone out of the infirmary, insisting that Alexa needed rest. Once everyone was gone, Alexa stopped crying and drifted into a dream-filled sleep.

******

"Alexa, wake up."

Alexa woke up still in the same white iron infirmary bed but everything was different… she could feel it. She sat up and found herself staring directly into the eyes of…

"Draco?"

The boy smirked- his trademark- and touched her cheek gently. His touch was warm and Alexa closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of his fingers against her skin. He pulled away and she opened her eyes, now curious.

"I thought that you were…"

She was shushed by Draco's finger touching her lips; with his own pulled into a smile.

"Come one Lex, it's a dream. In dreams, anything can happen."

He leaned forward and kissed her softly. It was their best kiss…and their last.

******

"So Professor, what you're saying is that she's still dangerous?"

As Alexa slept, Harry, Dumbledore, and the three representatives from the Ministry of Magic were discussing Alexa's future. Since the transferring of Voldemort never occurred, he was still inside Alexa.

"I'm afraid that is what I am saying Harry. She is still a threat to us all."

The students had long since been sent back to their rooms, and Ron and Hermione had gone back to the Gryffindor common room also, but Harry needed to tie up some loose ends.

"So what are you going to do with her?"

One of the Ministry officials answered his questions.

"She will obviously be taken from Hogwarts and placed somewhere until we find a way to bring out he-who-must-not-be-named."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"What, you mean Voldemort? And what if they don't find a cure? That could take ages! She's just supposed to sit somewhere and twiddle her thumbs patiently?"

The official looked over at his companions for some form of backup. The fat, balding one nervously spoke up.

"Yes Mr. Potter, that's the only plan we have at the moment. I'm sorry if it seems cruel but this girl is basically Voldemort; in the flesh. She not only a threat to you, but to all who oppose him. We know that she's not willing to let him fully take over her but she's just a girl…she's not strong enough to control him…he's too powerful. So as a result, we are going to take her and put her under constant surveillance…we'll find a cure…eventually. We will be back in the morning to get her…Albus?

The weary headmaster stood and after admonishing Harry to get some sleep, he saw the three officials out.
 

When Harry got back to the common room he said nothing to Ron and Hermione who had waited up for him. He simply climbed the stairs to the sixth year boy's dorm and dropped onto the bed…falling asleep almost instantly…his mind numb and his hear heavy.

******

"Well I guess this is it."

Alexa looked up into his eyes. The emerald color was pretty but she had a thing for icy grey…

Harry forced a smile.

"I guess. Last night when I talked to the officials they said that they were working on a cure and that they had almost found a way out…"

Harry was silenced as Alexa lifted a hand in the air weakly.

"Don't lie to me Harry. There's not a cure for what I have. You and I both know that. The transfer of Voldemort that Snape and Lucius were going to try wouldn't have worked…I'd have just been dead… Maybe that wouldn't have been so bad huh?"

Harry looked away changing the subject.

"Speaking of Snape, the bastard's locked away in Azkaban. Severus him right."

Alexa groaned at Harry's "joke" and sat down in one of the infirmary chairs. She drooped her elbows onto her thighs, cupping her face in her hands.

"I'm scared Harry. I don't want to hurt anyone. Why did it have to be me? I…I'm scared."

Harry grabbed her hand.

"Don't worry, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that everything works out…you aren't going to hurt anyone…We are going to beat this...together."

Alexa looked to the sky, her eyes flooding with tears. She felt strange.

Kill him.

No.

KILL!

"Harry!"

Alexa doubled over as she felt the a wrenching pain start at her navel and work it's way up to to her chest.

She felt herself slowly rising into the air.

No!

Kill!

I won't!

She looked down at Harry who was frozen to the spot in terror. Her face was contorted into an evil grin…her eyes a blazing red.

''Du idioten , du tiltrodd meg! JEG ikke gjør det aften tillit meg! Nå ettall av oss id forutbestemt til å dø! Den ville ikke være meg!''

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