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"Hello all, sorry we're late. We woke up late this morning." George casually announced to the very tense dining room in the Burrow.

Molly was angrily pusing a melon slice around her plate while everyone else seemed too nervous to even touch their food.

Alicia slipped into the empty seat next to Angelina, while George sat across from her next to Fred. Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione all filled the seats between the late couple and Molly and Arthur.

"Are we the last ones?" Alicia whispered to Angelina.

"Yeah, the older ones aren't coming." Angelina whispered back.

"Molly, love, calm down. There's no need to be quite so upset! You seemed a bit excited when you thought Alicia was pregnant!" Arthur cooed.

"Wait, what?" Alicia's head shot up, her eyes big.

"There was a slight misunderstanding..." George tried to explain.

"You thought I was pregnant?" Alicia questioned the table.

"You were in hysterics! As if your hormones were all pregnant like!" Molly claimed, her nose turning pink as if she were about to cry again.

"What did you say to them?" Alicia questioned with more severity, this time her question just being directed to George.

"Not that you were pregnant!" Goerge shot back.

"What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything!"
"You didn't even say that I'm not?"

"I don't know if you're not!" George clamped a hand over his hand at that comment.

"You--Oh, well! UGH!" Alicia's frustration overpowered her tongue as she stormed out of the room onto the back porch.

George got up to follow her, but Angelina quickly put a hand up to stop him saying, "No, you are much too stupid to talk to her right now."

"Oh, I agree. It's hereditary." George sincerely answered. He scowled at his father, who looked dumbstruck at what he had just done.

"See! Pregnant!" Molly spoke up, "And she's old enough to be a mum! And she's not my biological daughter, so it's okay!"

"She and George aren't married, but Harry and I are getting married! Doesn't that account for anything?" Ginny cried out in frustration.

"No! You're eleven years old!" Molly insisted.

Ron gave Harry a disgusted look, as if his sister really were eleven. Harry gave back a look of distraught and a bit of 'help me' thrown in there. Hermione stared incredibly hard at her plate of food, trying not to laugh or scream at the situations in front of her, but finding both of these tasks to be more difficult than NEWTS.

"You okay out here?" Angelina asked as Alicia sat on the bench that had recently been added to the Weasley yard.
"Did you know gnomes fight with little tiny weapons?" she asked back, as if in a trance. Shee never took her eyes off the battle in front of her.

"Okay...that's an interesting conversation starter." Angelina replied, sitting down next to her friend, making sure to keep her feet up the way Alicia did just in case the little gnomes didn't pull their weapons out against her toes.

"You've been distracted lately." Angelina wasn't asking. Alicia wasn't talking, she just nodded, still watching the tiny gnome warriors. "Gonna tell me why?" Angelina asked as gently as she could.

"You sound like you're talking to a child."
"You're not exactly acting all grown up."
Alicia turned to Angelina, her face full of a focused sincerity.

"What do you know about Katie?"
"Not this again--"
"Just tell me!"

Angelina paused, taken aback by the hostility Alicia had never really shown before.

"I...I know she loved quidditch, and she never had an answer for when people asked her what she wanted to do when she left Hogwarts. I know that she never told stories from her summers or holiday breaks the way the rest of us did. And everything else about her, I already know you know."

Alicia nodded, closing her eyes with deep thoughts.

"What all do you know?" Alicia didn't answer for a moment, taking another deep breath.

"I know that I have to go to Azkaban. Tell George I'm not mad, and I'll see him at home. You can make up some polite crap about hospitality for everyone else." Alicia announced, getting up and walking deeper into the yard.

"Wait--what?" Angelina called after her, but she was too late, Alicia had Apparated away.

What everyone left at the Burrow didn't know, was that Alicia had brought herself to the Ministry Headquarters. For forty-five mintues, Alicia cajoled the representative from Azkaban that stayed at HQ. Once she finally convinced him to let her go, she had to fill out 18 different forms and go through 62 checks to make sure she wasn't there to break anyone out.

After four hours of that, Alicia was given a guide to help her find the inmate she was looking for. Despite the fact that the Demonters were long gone from the prison, Alicia found it hard to believe that happiness could ever survive in such a place.

"Welcome to Azkaban, I'm gonna say this is yer firs' visit wit' us." a younger man in his early twenties with acne scars on his cheeks was the guide. "I'm Gus, and I'll be guidin' yah through, to make sur' yah don' break out a guest."

"Hello," Alicia politely greeted, even though she wasn't sure how he could be so nice and polite here. "I'm looking for a woman by the name of Kelene Nochiviscoff. She's been here awhile, she was a Death Eater."
Gus nodded all knowingly, and then headed down a long corridor, indicating that he wanted her to follow.

"How long have you worked here?" Alicia asked, being careful not to look at the faces that were peering out through the windows in some of the doors, and a few of the cat calls that came with them.

"E'er since they go' rid o' the Demonters. It's not ah good job, but it pays the bills. Some of the prisners ar' mo' intersting than anyone ou'side these walls."

There was more walking than talking as Alicia tried not to throw up from the smells of unwashed prisoners that Gus had become so used to.

"Her' we are. Mrs. Kelene Nochiviscoff, one of the original busted Death Eaters. Very nice lady, gave me a recipe that I sen' to me mum." Gus introduced, unlocking the cell door with four different keys. "I'm not really worr'd 'bout her bustin' out. You just step in, and call me when you're done."

Alicia nodded and stepped in, not sure what to expect when she looked at the prisoner.

She was right not to expect anything, who she saw was not anyone she would have ever expected. Ever.