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Rock 'n' Roll suicide.
The pop just loud enough to attract Harry's attention.
"Did you hear that?" Harry asked looking up.
"What?" asked Ron worried.
"Some one apparating."
"Who could it be?" Ron asked
I don't know, we are all here aren't we?" Harry answered.
Harry scanned the room. Fred and George we sat by the fire talking, Ron was sat next to him answering owls, Ginny was staring into her crystal ball and he could just make out the tops of Hermione and Remus' heads from behind a tower of books.
"Where is Draco?" Harry asked the room at large.
"Alex asked to see him." Ginny said glancing up.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"I don't know but he didn't look very happy about it." Ginny shrugged.
"So that was Draco leaving?"
"Must have been."
At that moment Tinker shrieked, shot up in the air and landed neatly on the crystal chandelier.
Everyone apart from Hermione leapt to his or her feet.
"Relax, Tinker is just trying to distract us."
"Why ever would he want to do that?" asked Harry sarcastically.
"Because Alexandra has just apparated with Draco and possibly Lee."
"Why would he do that?" asked Ron perplexed.
"Because she is going to heal the rift," said Remus without looking up.
"But she said that we couldn't heal it." Harry
"We couldn't, she might be able to." said Lee as he slunk into the library.
"That's a lovely shiner mate," said Fred as he passed Lee a drink.
Lee accepted the drink and gingerly touched his face. "It's Alex's leaving present," he said sheepishly.
"What ever did you do to deserve that?" asked George, obviously amused.
"I er" Lee closed his eyes and swallowed. "I accused her of running of with Malfoy."
"She wasn't was she? Demanded Ginny.
"No. Malfoy was helping her." Lee said sulkily.
"Helping her do what?" asked Harry
"I thought that was perfectly obvious," said Hermione.
"You would." said Harry under his breath and Ron kicked him.
"Care to share it with us?" Fred asked.
"Malfoy is the executor of the Black Estate?"
"Yes."
"But he didn't call off the sentinels?"
"Right."
"So Malfoy owes her a huge favour?"
"Right."
"So Malfoy will do what ever Alexandra asks."
"But where would they go?"
"Where the link between the worlds is the weakest."
"Right so where are they?" said Harry as he got up.
"Anywhere. Alexandra never said where the weak spot was." Hermione explained patiently.
"Is there any way of finding it?" Asked Ron.
Hermione shook her head.
"Couldn't you look in the crystal ball or something?" Harry suggested.
"If Alexandra and Draco don't want to be found they won't be." Ginny said firmly
"Where are you going?"
"She was quite clear about no one helping her." Remus
"So we are just going to sit here and do nothing?" Harry snapped.
"Yes." replied Lee calmly. "That is what Alexandra wants."
"How will we know if it has worked?"
"We won't, by healing the rift Alexandra will give up her life so there will be no curse, her mother will live. We will have no memories of her."
"So the fact that she saved us will go unrecognised?"
Hermione nodded sadly.
A pair of feet appeared in the fireplace.
"Oh Shag." Said a voice.
Everyone turned his or her attention to the fireplace.
"Is that you Draco?" Ginny asked uncertainly.
"Yes."
"Where is Alexandra and why are you in the fire place?" demanded Lee.
"Because this is where Alexandra sent Me." replied Draco peeved.
"So where is she?" Asked Harry impatiently.
"In the Ministry." came the reply.
Ginny and Hermione looked at one another.
"Of course, she will need expert help," said Hermione. "We have been so stupid."
"Can some one get me out?" wailed Draco.
Harry, Ron, Fred, George and Lee all went temporary deaf at that exact same moment.
Meanwhile at the Ministry...
Alexandra slipped into the broom cupboard. The cauldrons contents rose to form to figures. The first outline was that of an old woman. She was dressed in turn of the century clothes, her white hair piled high on her head. The second was slightly shorter and wore a long sleeveless robe.
"Mother, Grandmother." Alexandra greeted them." I beg your help."
"Why? Asked the older figure.
"I must right a wrong."
The older figure smiled and nodded. " What do you need?"
"I need to heal the rift."
"Why?"
"I caused it."
"What makes you think you caused it?"
"Because of the curse laid on me by my paternal Grandmother. She decreed that any child of her blood born outside of marriage should have to live a half-life. The child should never walk amongst her peers and should never be acknowledged by them. Else she should cause a rift between the worlds."
"How do you intend to do it?"
"I caused the rift by entering this universe, when I left last time it only partially sealed. I intend to remove my self from the universe so it will fully seal."
"You can never fully remove your self my daughter." the second figure replied.
"Then what must I do?"
"There is nothing you alone can do. A son of hector, a son of black and the sisters could heal the rift if they wished." The second figure said quietly.
"How?" asked Alexandra calmly.
"By pooling their strength they could bind the two universes. The son of black would represent your present universe, the three sisters the past, present and future. The son of Hector would represent our universe."
"Why wouldn't the sisters represent our universe?"
"You don't yet exist in our universe."
"I know who the sisters are and the son of Black but who is the son of Hector?"
"The world must always balance. Ying and Yang and all that jazz." said the older figure. "Now go."
Alexandra's opened her eyes and found her self staring up at her friends.
A/N
So who is the son of hector?
Answers on a postcard to the usual address please.
The final two chapters WILL be posted shortly.
