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.

Neville looked back over to Alex to see that her eyes had flickered shut and half of her face was in her oatmeal. She looked so sweet, he knew she probably didn't sleep at nigh and would have left her there had it not been for the oatmeal.

"Alex," Neville whispered, leaning close to her ear, "You're sleeping in your porridge."

"But it's warm…" she moaned, burying herself in the gluey substance.

Neville sighed, scooping her out of the bowl and retrieving a rag for her to clean off her face. They were only two weeks into the summer, and already the boring, monotonous lifestyle of 12 Grimmlaud Place. His grandmother had died the second day. He loved her, but he couldn't say he was too upset. She had died of natural causes in her sleep, a peaceful death, which was more than he could say for most deceased relatives of his friends. The next day, Dumbledore had brought him here, sat him down and told him everything. He told him everything Harry and his friends had been up to, everything they knew about Voldermort, everything about the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius, everything.

He had been adopted into the care of the Weasleys. He hardly felt like he belonged, though. Everyone else was so close, he felt like a third wheel. Alex had certainly been happy to see him, hoping he would bring some of his careless humor to lighten the gloomy mood of the house. Unfortunately, Alex was yet to smile again since he'd arrived. He knew that he was comforting her, though. She was his best friend and he knew that words were lost with her so he just put his arm around her neck and let her fall asleep on her shoulder.

It was nine o'clock and they were the only ones awake in the house. Neville because he usually didn't need much sleep, anyway, and Alex because she was worried about the adults who had gone on some sort of secret mission. Lupin, Professor Moody, Professor Snape, Charlie, Bill, and Mr. Weasley had all left two years ago to do some "research". They hadn't heard from them since, but Mrs. Weasley assured them that they were safe. Tonks had gone early that morning to retrieve Harry from the Dursley's. Neville liked Harry a lot and admired him, but he wasn't exactly looking forward to having him in an already gloomy house. From what he'd heard, Harry had been angsting a lot lately and with the death of Sirius, there was sure to be plenty of yelling in the house.

"WE'RE HOME!" Someone called from the front door, flinging it open.

"And we have doughnuts!" shouted a muffled, identical voice. Fred and George Weasley stepped in the door not to find a hungry crowd rushing towards the smell of fresh doughnuts, but to find Alex and Neville sitting at the table half awake. The one who had opened the door furrowed his brow at them and Neville instinctively pulled his arm from around Alex who hadn't seemed to notice anything. He and Alex were just friends, but Fred sometimes seemed to fancy himself her boyfriend and got a bit overprotective sometimes.

"Fred, I could use some help," George said from behind a stack of six boxes of doughnuts. Fred turned around and grabbed the top three boxes as Alex got up from the table to put the towel back on the rack and wash her hands.

Neville could understand where this came from. Alex flirted with him, along with plenty of other guys, and saw it as harmless fun, not realizing that she was kind of leading him on. He kind of felt sorry for Fred. Alex just saw him as a good friend, nothing more.

When Fred and George finished spreading out the doughnut boxes on the three long tables, Fred went over to Alex by the sink, putting his hands around her waist and her chin on her shoulder. "Morning, sunshine," he whispered Alex's own usual greeting into her ear. Neville was thoroughly disgusted with actions, but proud of Alex in the way she handled the situation, probably equally as disgusted.

"Morning," she replied, smiling and twirling out of his arms gracefully, her dirty blonde hair spraying out in all directions. Her hair usually fell down to her waist, but Mrs. Weasley had cut it a couple inches below her shoulders so that it wouldn't attract attention when they went out occasionally. Alex wasn't too happy about it.

Alex never really cared about her looks except when it came to her hair. She loved her hair. She loved its waves and frizz. She loved the way it wasn't greasy and hadn't had all of the life ironed out of it like most of the self-conscious, short-skirted girls around. She loved running her fingers through it when it got tangled and twirling a strand around her finger when she flirted. She wasn't the only one who loved her hair. Alex had become known for her hair's matchless style and color, consisting of a junction of strands ranging from dark chestnut to spun gold that went beautifully with her bright, russet eyes.

"You sure got a lot of doughnuts, guys. Not that many people are here," Neville snapped out of his gaze at Alex's hair.

"Hardly," George replied, "Do the math. Four doughnuts per guy in the house--"

"Eight each for George and I cause we're men," Fred put in, grinning at Alex like a moron.

"Then one for each of the girls cause they're sissies," Alex glared at him, "And six dozen might not be enough."

"What do you mean? There's only like eight of us in the house… Are they coming back? They're coming back today aren't they? They're coming back!" She squealed, grinning excitedly.

Neville was glad there was finally something happy to take Alex's mind off of Sirius. "Yes, yes," Fred said, smiling at Alex's delight, "That's all fine and dandy, but it also means that there's going to be a mad rush for doughnuts soon. We might want to eat ours now."

Alex agreed, having hardly eaten any of her oatmeal, and the four of them sat down to a box of doughnuts, happy for once. "Ahh, my favorite," George said, picking one out of the box.

"Long and crème filled?" Alex asked with an innocent, but mischievous grin, "Should've know."

Author's Note: So there it is. The second chapter. I hope you like it. You may notice that I'm writing from third person, but each chapter kind of focuses on one main character. Much excitement to come. The adult's will come back. Harry will angst. Hermione will be frustrated. Ron will wake up, finally. 'Twill be fun.