Disclaimer: I do not own or claim in any way anything in relation to Harry Potter, characters, past events, and basic "Harry will defeat Voldermort in seventh year" plot line. Sorry if I ruined the ending for you. They all belong to the true mediocre Harry Potter author, JK Rowling and I would never dream of taking them away from her but as you can see, this is why they call it FANFICTION. The only characters I own here are Alexandria and Jude Williams, whom I made up myself. takes a bow Thank you and enjoy the show.
Summary: This is an alternate universe fanfic about Harry Potter's sixth year at Hogwarts, in which a girl named Alexandria befriended our beloved trio in third year. Sirius is dead and Voldermort is up to something. Is he behind the seemingly random massacres in Antarctica? No, but he is behind the ones in South America, Africa and Asia. Its the beginning of sixth year and the wizarding world is on the brink of war. Harry is trying to learn from his mistakes, but hormones are driving him nuts. Will he ever be mature enough to take on Volermort? The adults of the Order sure don't seem to think so. Could the possibility of seeing her mother again and maybe saving her brother's life drive Alex to the dark side? Will eventually have many pairings.
Alexandria Lavinia Williams stirred the sugar-smothered oatmeal in front of her, drowsy and barely awake. She slowly lifted a spoonful to her mouth and swallowed painfully. It tasted fine, but it was hard to eat so early in such a gloomy house. Last summer, she had loved the house. It had its drawbacks, but she far-preferred hanging out with her friends to her brother's god-forsaken apartment in China. Now, it's different, quieter. Everyone talks in whispers; hardly anyone smiles at all. No one's willing to forget. No one will move on. His laughter echoes in the hallways and the likes of him haunt the walls. "How in hell are we supposed to move on?" she whispered to herself.
Alex was born into a small, traveling family. She had an older brother, Jude, and two parents who studied Magical Creatures and followed the herds. She grew up all over the place, learning about dragons, unicorns and threstrals. She loved it, but her parents eventually got tired of home schooling Jude and transferred them both to Hogwarts. She started as a first year student and her brother as a sixth.
She spent most of the first year quietly adjusting to the civilized life. It was different, but at the same time it was nice to have consistency in her surroundings for once. She was sorted into Gryffindor and Jude was put into Slytherin. She was heart broken when she learned that they would have to live in opposite parts of the castle, the deep rift between the two houses and the rumor of dark wizards emerging from her brother's new house. She managed to be with Jude sometimes, but it wasn't easy. She didn't let anyone know about her brother, but from the way Malfoy had looked at her sometimes, he knew. He was probably just protecting a fellow housemate's reputation and using the knowledge to torture her at the same time.
Meanwhile, she slowly started to be more sociable, making friends with Neville first and then eventually Harry, Ron and Hermione after reaching an understanding when she almost beat Ron up for insulting all Slytherins and even mentioning her brother. Through the year, however, the trio found themselves preoccupied with the sorcerer's stone. Though Alex knew what was going on and helped a bit with the research, she wasn't involved very much.
In the second year, she helped Harry get through the Chamber of Secrets, but she still felt a bit of distrust coming from Hermione and Ron. That all changed in an instant during third year. While growing up, Ana had only known one constant in her life: family. Her parents, her brother and her uncle to be specific. Whenever they had the chance, the Williams would go to visit dear Uncle Sirius in his castle in England. As she grew older, however, Ana learned that her uncle's "castle" was a prison and he was a convicted mass murderer. As Sirius told her later, he wasn't really her uncle. Her parents visited him to try to find out information about Lord Voldermort… so they could contact him.
"You can contact my parents, Sirius" Alex whispered as the walked through the underground tunnel back to school grounds, "You can stay with them for a while, I'm sure they know some safe, remote places, judging from how I grew up. They're in Thailand right now. Who would think to look for you there?"
"Alex…" Alex looked up, instantly sharing the worry on Sirius' face, "Not your parents, I can't stay with them."
"Why not?" she asked hoarsely, stuttering slightly from trembling as she stopped to look at the filthy, tired man.
"That's not important, I'll explain it later."
"It's important to me!" she exclaimed, but he didn't respond, "Tell me!"
"Your parents…" he started cautiously, searching for the right words, "are not my friends. They never were. They didn't visit me because they thought I was innocent, but because they thought I was guilty. They thought I was a servant of the Dark Lord. They tried to contact him through me. I'm sorry Alex, but they found him eventually. They wanted to spare you from the knowledge so they sent you and your brother here. They do care about you, but… they're on the dark side now."
Sirius had just spit the rest out. How do you tell a girl that her parents had turned to the dark side and might be out killing innocent people right now? Of course, it still would have helped it he had had any experience with teenage emotions whatsoever. She was on the ground sobbing now as her friends, Lupin and Sirius crowded around her, hugging and comforting her.
"We need to go," Sirius whispered.
"I know," she said sniffing and getting up.
That year, Alex and Jude owled their parents to tell them they knew and they went into hiding. Jude graduated and quickly found an employer in the area of griffins and other magical creatures. The first year would involve vigorous training and plenty of moving about so Alex lived with the Weasley's for the summer. They were a wonderful family and Alex fell in love with them instantly. She spent the whole time getting over her parents, working on her chaser skills and cooking up crazy practical jokes with Ron and Ginny to retaliate against Fred and George, with whom she had become close friends. She never shed another tear for her parents.
During her fourth and fifth year, Voldermort was beginning to play a prominent role in their lives. She put aside her personal problems and focused on supporting Harry and trying to figure out how to save the world. When the Order was created, Alex had thought that it would help. Harry could rest and all the weight wouldn't be put on him to save the world. Besides, she didn't feel safe knowing that her fate rested in the hands of an angsty, reckless teenager. Boy, Harry had been real angsty lately. She knew, though. It had to be Harry. In the end, it had to come down to The Boy Who Lived and The Man Who Failed to Kill Him. She didn't need to hear some prophecy to know that. From the minute she met him, she knew. It was as if his fate radiated off of his body. Even a muggle could tell you that some day, he would be great, greater than any wizard, any destiny, above us all.
Author's Note: What do you think? It's my first fic and I'm trying to avoid a Mary-Sue. She may sound like one now, but trust me she will get better.