"Du burde ha hørte etter å Dumbledore ; nå ingen kanne bevare du !''

Harry stood frozen to the spot, awash with fear. Voldemort was back…and with more power than ever before. Harry's mind went back to what Dumbledore had said.

"I'm afraid that you killing her is the only way we can affectively stop Voldemort."

Finding his legs, Harry ran. He could hear Alexa shouting at him.

''Du kan ikke flukt meg. det er for sent!''

Harry didn't look back, just ran. Professor McGonagall was coming out her office when Harry ran up to her.

"Professor it's Alexa! She's changed again!"

At the news, McGonagall's face clouded with worry.

"Go and get the headmaster. I shall summon some of the other Professors and we'll go have a look. Go quickly! Don't stop, most students are in class but if you see any in the hallways, tell them to get to their common room immediately!"

As the two parted ways, Harry thought about Alexa and the danger she was in. As he went sprinting down the hallway he crashed into Hermione, causing them both to fall backwards onto the hard stone floor.

"Mione! What are you doing?"

Hermione pulled herself up and dusted the front of her robe off.

"Well, you weren't in potions so I figured you skipped class to go and see Alexa before she left. I skipped muggle studies to go to the library to do some reading and found this. I knew there was a way…we can save her from all of this Harry."

Harry took the thin book out of Hermione's shaking hands and forced a chuckle.

"You skipped class? Hermione what has gotten into you?"

Hermione scoffed.

"Just read it!"

Harry looked up and frowned.

"I can't right now…I've got to go to Dumbledore…Alexa…"

Hermione's eyes grew wide with fear.

"What's wrong with Alexa? She's changed again hasn't she?"

Harry said nothing, merely grabbed Hermione's hand and continued his run down the hallway.

******

Alexa sat in the corner of the infirmary sobbing. She knew that she wasn't going to make it through the day…Harry was going to kill her. She could feel it last night; she knew it now even more as she sat in the dreary corner, covered in long scratches and dried blood. She was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. Death. Was it really that bad?

She jerked up as Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore burst into the room, wands out, followed closely by Harry and Hermione. She started slowly towards them, the heat rising in her body.

"Please don't hurt me…it's me Alexa…I promise."

Dumbledore stepped forward, wand still out.

"I'm sorry Ms. Williams; this is for your own good. Stupefy!"

As Alexa fell hard onto the cold floor, Dumbledore moved quickly.

"If we're going to do this, we need to do it swiftly."

As Harry watched Dumbledore magicked Alexa onto a stretcher and began to move her from the infirmary, all he could do was pray that Hermione knew what she was talking about.

******

When Ron came back to common room, he knew something was up. Harry hadn't been in potions and then both he and Hermione hadn't been in Defense Against the Dark Arts, which for once, had a great teacher. He looked in the dorms and finding no one, headed down to Dumbledore's office.

******

Alexa woke up on top of a desk that was strewn with papers... it looked like…Dumbledore's office? What happened?  She tried to sit up but found out that she seemed to be in a full body bind. Alarmed, she began to panic.

"What's going on, who's here?"

Alexa felt almost relieved when Harry appeared overhead…almost. The grim look on his face told her he wasn't the bearer of good news.

"Harry…what's going on?"

Harry gave a small smile.

"Hermione here has come up with a way to bring Voldemort out of you without me killing you."

Alexa let out a sigh as Hermione and Dumbledore appeared next to Harry.

"That's why I'm strapped to the desk?"

Harry nodded slowly.

"Yeah. You see this spell um…it could get ugly."

Alexa let out yet another sigh and looked towards Dumbledore.

"So, what exactly is it this time? Hopefully not another pint of blood and slit throat?"

Dumbledore let out a hearty chuckle.

"No not quite. Ms. Granger here has found a way to draw Voldemort out of you. It does require some blood but all in all, you should come out fine."

Alexa cleared her throat.

"Ok three things. One, are the binds really necessary and two, does the Ministry know and thirdly and most important, will the damn spell work?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

"No, the ministry doesn't know which is why we need to hurry and yes, the bindings are necessary. To quote what Harry said, this could get ugly. In answer to your last question, I don't know but it's worth a try…no one deserves to go through what you have gone through. Of course, the decision is yours…the ministry should be here any minute now. Alexa, do you want to go through with this?"

Alexa closed her eyes. Draco. Death. Life. Harry. What did she want? She opened her eyes and looked at Hermione. The young girl's eyes were clouded over with tears. She turned her gaze to Harry who said nothing with his mouth but everything with his eyes, it was almost as if she could hear him…maybe she could.

Alexa, say yes…I need you to say yes…I need you.

Alexa slowly nodded her head and a relieved Dumbledore let out a breath of relief.

"Alright then. Minerva, are we ready?"

Alexa heard a voice speak up from somewhere in the room.

"The potion is done. Harry, you know have to anoint her head with it and say the incantation I taught you."

Harry looked down warily at Alexa. She nodded and winked.

"Here goes nothing."

Harry left her side, returning a few moments later with a goblet. He dipped his fingers into it and smeared the viscous brown liquid on Alexa's forehead. Alexa shuddered as the cold substance came in contact with her skin. She felt a chill down her spine as Harry began the incantation.

"EGO queso thee. Per quod per EGO adveho. Procedo of suus. Vos can non have suus."

As Harry spoke, Alexa felt that same strange sensation starting in her navel and working its way up…

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