Disclaimer: lyrics belong to David Bowie and the characters to J.K. Rowling. The plot however is mine.
The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense.
Tom Clancy.
Scary monsters (and super creeps)
"LIGHTS!" Screamed the voice brusquely. The lights snapped back on and revealed the figure to be a harassed looking Alexandra.
"Who are you?" demanded George obviously not recognising her.
Alexandra raised her eyebrow. "Well that depends on how much longer you want to live." She replied testily.
"About as long as a piece of string" Fred grinned
"Don't push you luck then." She snapped back.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Harry enquired.
"Trying to avoid Creevey." Alexandra replied as she walked towards them. Up close, he could see that Alexandra looked older.
"Why?" Harry asked. In the past week he had been to busy concentrating on finding out about Alexandra's past to pay any attention to the newspaper.
"Because if he takes one more picture of me I am going to show him a new use for his wand." She retorted succinctly.
"You mean you are hiding from him." Harry smiled.
"No," Alexandra replied angrily, "a Winter never hides. I am merely avoiding him to protect him."
"You're hiding." Harry protested.
"As much as this line of conversation fascinates me, what's up with Creevey? I thought he was tailing Malfoy and his current beau." Fred said puzzled
"No. Apparently I sell more papers," she retorted hotly
"Well.." Fred started
"Alexandra glared at him. "Do you really want to finish that sentence?"
"Er no." he said seeing the look on her face.
"Didn't think so." Said Alexandra tartly.
"Cup of tea?" asked George trying to diffuse the situation
"Please." Alexandra replied as she sunk on to the sofa.
Just as Alexandra sat down the door swung open. The lights flickered.
"It's alright it's only a customer." George said hurriedly rushing to answer the door.
"So what brings you to this neck of the woods then?" Fred asked.
"A penchant for nostalgia." Alexandra said over her cup.
Fred raised his eyebrows. "Nostalgia?"
"Nostalgia." Alexandra repeated.
"No other motives?" Quizzed Fred intrigued that was the only reason that Alexandra had come back. In all the time, he had known Alexandra; she had never been able to condense her motives in to a single word.
"How much longer did you say you wanted to live?" Alexandra said irritated.
"Oh about two more millennia should surface." Fred laughed.
"If you want to be around for even an hour longer the I suggest you remember what happened to the curious cat." Alexandra said lowering her voice.
"What happen to the curious cat?" said Fred as he leaned in closer to hear her response.
"It got flattened." Alexandra sat up.
"Is that a threat?" asked Fred.
"Me? Make a threat? I never threaten any one. I only promise." Alexandra smiled innocently.
George appeared in the doorway. "Er Alexandra Hermione is here to see you."
" Hello Alexandra." Hermione said simply.
"Yes, yes I have been rather busy" Alexandra got up slowly. "Is everything alright?"
"Yes, I was just wondering of tonight was still…" Hermione started.
Alexandra cut her off. "Yes. I suppose I had better leave then. You will accompany me."
"Of course" Hermione replied smoothly.
"Well boys, thank you for the cup of tea. I will call in again soon." Alexandra said as she walked towards the door Hermione at her heels.
"I wonder what that was about." George mused.
"Which bit?" Harry asked.
"The bit about Alexandra calling in." Fred said.
"She was nostalgic." Harry replied.
"Did she say for what?" George asked.
"No. I wonder if it was for some one or something," Fred said stretching. "Some one I hope"
George laughed. "Yes poor old Lee has never been the same since has he?"
"No." Fred agreed
"What's up with Lee?" enquired Harry.
"Well he was very taken with Alexandra last time she was here. Then as soon as you destroyed Voldermort, she disappeared. Literally the second you won. We turned round and she had gone." George explained.
"Lee was devastated. He was finally going to ask her to marry him and she disappeared with out saying good-bye. We thought she had been kidnapped or something because that wasn't like her." Fred continued.
"Then about a week later Lee got an owl. Never told us what it said just that Alexandra was alright." George finished.
"I imagine that's why she came round. Probably hoping to find out where he was."
"I wouldn't like to be there when she does meet him though." George sighed.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
"Alexandra has got a nasty temper as you have seen. Lee has more of a control over his but it is just as unpleasant to be on the end of." Fred commented.
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