"Eleven sickles. We are working during dangerous times," the conductor stretched out his hand to collect the money. The talking head laughed at the man's exaggerated tone.

"You 'ear 'im, Ern? Dangerous conditions. The only dangerous condition is sitting up here," the talking head laughed at his joke. The driver known as Ern said nothing. His hands rested on the steering wheel until Stan, the conductor, gave the all-clear. The student wondered if the old man was over one hundred years old. Alexandra gulped and reached inside her jean pocket. Maybe if she acted like she had the money he will have pity on her. She felt the birthday gift from Colbey in her fingers. She pulled out the small purse and opened it. Bronze, silver, and gold colors shined in the purse. The familiar feel of cold coins pressed against her fingertips once she placed her hand in the purse. She grabbed the coins from the purse.

"Is this your first time seeing money? Come now we haven't got all day," the conductor snapped annoyed at the length of time she was taking. Alexandra quickly subsided her shock and counted eleven sickles. She placed them in his outreached hand.

"Thank you," he replied in an exasperated tone and stepped out of her way. She walked in the bus and examined the inside. No other person was on the bus leaving her to wonder about the rush. The young witch laid down on the closest bed to the conductor.

"Leaky Cauldron," Stan called out to the driver. Ern continued to not speak but he must have heard him. All too quickly for Alexandra's liking the bus rushed to her desired destination. Stan paid little attention to her after she made herself comfortable on the bus.

Alexandra opened the purse and noticed a small piece of parchment in the purse. The parchment didn't say much and didn't hold much meaning to her.

"Weas. 21:00. L.C," she read in Colbey's handwriting. Colbey loved when Alexandra would teach her how to write. After staring at the note for a few minutes she figured she may not even know what it means. She took a deep breath looking out the window. The night sky filled with more stars than she could count. Thoughts of Oliver's reaction to Thomas' letter worried her. She had so many questions. When was the letter sent out? What did it say? Could Oliver have possibly believed the words written on it? Her heart ached for Oliver's confusion.

Alexandra laid down, closed her eyes, and hummed to herself. The bus ride was chaotic at best but she figured her odds living against Sirius Black was greater in numbers. The conductor continued to read his newspaper. The dangling head by the driver often giving the driver help for pedestrians crossing the road.

Alexandra opened her eyes and noticed a man laughing in the newspaper. This man must have been Sirius Black. He seemed crazy based on his actions in the newspaper. Laughing while being accused of killing innocent people couldn't mean someone was sane. The house-elves didn't say much to her about him except that he was a loyal supporter of the dark lord. The conductor noticed her staring at the paper.

"Not smart of a little thing like you to be walking around these parts at night. You should be more careful," he pointed out the obvious to her. No sane person would walk the streets with a killer on the loose.

"I would be home if my parents didn't kick me out," she said flatly. The man looked over his newspaper. He folded it and placed it underneath his arm. He strode over to her. Curse words filled her head the closer Stan came to her.

"Where is all your stuff then?" He asked and looked around her bed and feet.

"If I was kicked out do you really think they let me grab my things?" She countered with another question. The bus suddenly came to a screeching halt. Alexandra was rolled out of the bed and on the floor. A groan slipped past her lips.

"Thanks," she called out to the bus driver as she slowly stood up from the ground. She swore she could hear Stan chuckle softly to himself. The bus took off immediately once she stepped off the bus. Alexandra hoped there would be enough money to at least spend the night before her next plan of action. Colbey deserved more in this life than what was given to her. A snap of a branch quickly caught her attention. The woman made haste to open the door and walked inside.

The Leaky Cauldron had fewer people than normal. The majority of his customers tonight were muggles. From the look of it, they were businessmen drinking to forget the week. Tom looked up and smiled at her before attending to the bar attendees. The regulars must be scared to be murdered by Sirius Black. Muggles could never see what was going on around them.

"Parker, you are late," a familiar know it all tone spoke behind her. Alexandra turned on her heel to see Percy Weasley sitting at a table. His arms crossed around his body.

"Late?" She asked, looked around, and pointed to herself.

"Yes, late. You know as in arriving past the expected timeframe. A perfect example would be all your classes," a stern tone reminded her that he was the same, Percy. A small smile appeared on her face. At least things with them were the same. "Do you not know what is going on?"

Alexandra shook her head. The note from Colbey starting to make sense. Percy Weasley was in the L.C or Leaky Cauldron but she arrived at 21:15.

"Your house-elf, Colbey, must have heard a plot against you between your parents. She was sent to Diagon Alley for an errand and ran into some elf named Dobby," he started. "Dobby told Potter who told us once we came back from Egypt. Honestly, this has been a plan for a while. Any questions?"

Alexandra stared at him with her mouth open.

"What?" He asked impatiently.

"How did you guys afford a trip to Egypt? I understand Fred and George are you know but Gringotts is the safest place in the world," she tried to reason. Percy sighed and closed his eyes. He promised his girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater, that he wouldn't be mean to her.

"Parker, I have been waiting for you while a serial killer is out and about. What happened?"

"They kicked me out, Perce," she barely spoke above a whisper. Her face turned red and she thought fresh tears would fall down her cheeks. A dreaded look appeared on Percy's face. He was never one to deal with an emotional woman. Percy looked around nervously.

"Come with me," he moved his hands towards him. Alexandra followed him into a corner.

"Is this part of the plan?"

"Do you know what apparition is?" He knew he had to ignore her questions to get move the plan forward.

"Yeah,"

"Did you pass and get your license?"

"No, did you?"

"Of course," he answered with his shoulders back and his head held high. He was proud of his license and apparated anywhere he could. He apparated to the Leaky Cauldron to meet her.

"Oh," she spoke feeling foolish for asking him a silly question. Percy shifted his weight between his legs.

"You are going to spend the night with my family tonight. I have been in talks with Penelope and-"

"Have you heard from Oliver?" She asked hopefully.

"Wha- no. Ask the twins when we get to my house. I don't speak Quidditch," he quickly answered avoiding her gaze. A look of uncertainty appeared on his face. "Don't interrupt me again. I need to apparate us back to the Burrow. My parents are waiting for us,"

Percy grabbed her wrist and led her upstairs. Tom was too busy refilling drinks of the impatient muggles to notice.

"Your first time sucks but you will get over it," he spoke giving her no warning. The world started spinning and she closed her eyes. She felt as if all her insides were being pressed together. She groaned wondering if she was going to be able to make it.

Alexandra suddenly appeared in front of a door. Percy stood next to her. The home was tall and had a garden.

"That was my first time apparating with another person. No injuries or deaths... yet," he smiled and opened the door. Percy's jokes were always at the worst time. She stepped inside behind him.

"Welcome. Come in, come in," an older woman greeted seeing the two teenagers. She had short red hair and a warm glow to her.

"Hello, mother," he smiled as his mother hugged him. Alexandra felt pangs of jealousy. He was so lucky to have a mother that loved him. Mrs. Weasley smiled at her as if reading her mind.

"It is so nice to put a face to the name. Percy, Fred, and George talk about you often," she smiled and hugged the girl. She tensed but slowly removed her reservations. Two arms slipped around the older woman. Mrs. Weasley rubbed her back before letting her go.

"Percy, make her feel at home while I finish a few things," she told him. Percy nodded and walked around the house showing her the different rooms on the bottom floor.

"Unfortunately we only have a couch for you for now," he patted the old couch. Two blankets and pillows laid on the furniture waiting for her.

"Trust me, this is perfect," she sighed and laid on the couch. Percy sat on the chair beside her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. A certain warmth that she hadn't felt in a while surrounded her. A house full of love caused her to feel at ease. The relaxation causing her to start falling asleep.

Footsteps coming downstairs jerked her awake from her temporary bliss. Fred and George appeared at the foot of the couch.

"Oye if we keep her here will Wood skip the practices?" Fred asked.

"We heard you come in and wanted to greet our savior of getting out of quidditch practices personally," George winked. Oliver was known to give the Quidditch team grueling practices even when school wasn't in session. Percy made another face before returning to his usual stern mood.

"She has been through a lot. Leave her be for now," he shooed them away. They chuckled and ran to the kitchen.

"Percy,"

"Yes?"

"Percy, I know you know something about Oliver. What did he tell you?" She asked urgently. "I need to know what was in the letter,"

Percy pursed his lips and sighed.

"He got the let-" he stopped upon seeing his mother come in with a birthday cake.

"Happy birthday to you," the family sang the entire song. Mrs. Weasley had her family join them to wish her a happy birthday. Alexandra could barely hold back the tears. Six years was too long to not have a cake dedicated to her for her birthday. Mrs. Weasley started to cut the cake for them.

"Here is the first piece for the birthday girl," she sang placing a slice of cake on a plate in front of her.