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Alexander knew he could never lay claim to the Black line, blood traitor or not. Especially not through this line of the interconnected pureblood families. Initially, he had been hoping he would've been born closer to his Black line, apparently that had been asking for too much. His family was now the Weasleys. Alexander consoled himself in the fact that at least Hades kept up his end of the bargain and Alexander wasn't a filthy mudblood. Sighing with the hopelessness of the situation, he glanced around out of the newborn body. Then observed with the rustic carved wood in the crib, which spelled out Alexander.

Thank Merlin, that woman gave me a respectable name, Alexander thought bitterly, however, the new surname was still lacking. With a petulant expression, he considered bothering Molly again. On a newborn, this expression of scorn for people looked more like an adorable frown. Nonetheless, Alexander was not deterred by his undeniable cherub cuteness. Screaming out in anger for the injustice in the world, he woke up his twin brother. This created a chain of screams throughout the household breaking the short spell of silence and thus waking up Molly from her quick nap from exhaustion. Appearing to be close to tears in frustration, she quickly rushed to the new twin's bedroom. Scooping up her newborn, she whispered assurances and began to sing softly. With her other hand, she calmed Ron down with a warm bottle. Alexander began to grow uncomfortable when he remembered what occurred when he acted out, he would've thought that after such a negative experience he would be sure to not start up again. He then remembered that he would always end up waking up in his crib…

For the first few days, Molly was distraught with why little Alex was so fussy. To her, it meant that she was doing something wrong as a mother. Arthur and she had checked if he had any illnesses and spent part of a day going through the parenting books with the spells. They had been considering taking him back for examination to the Healers. Even though the Healers had assured her the twins were very healthy, even with Alex's eternal screams and fussiness. Thankfully he had calmed down as if realizing he wasn't in a womb anymore. Chuckling softly she glanced down at Alex knowing it took some babies longer than others to adapt. Her other children, acted like normal babies when they had just come home.

Although…She glimpsed at Ron enjoying his bottle, eating that much food can't be normal...Thinking back to the older twins, she remembered how they would seem to smile impishly even in their sleep. Gazing lovingly down at Alex, she tapered off her singing when she saw a contented little face sleeping. Placing him down in his crib, she looked back at Ron to see if he had finished his bottle. Taking the bottle from Ron and smiling down at them both she whispered, "Sweet dreams pumpkin." Ron smiled back as he too drifted off to sleep, contented.

Hushed angry whispers peaked Alexander's attention from his boring game of trying to crawl around with his nonexistent muscles. Alexander glanced slightly jealous at Ron's ability to roll around better. Much to the amusement of his older brothers babysitting them. Bringing back his attention to the angry whispers in the kitchen he tried to sneakily crawl his way to the kitchen. Using Ron's antics as a distraction, slowly moved towards the kitchen trying to make out the conversation.

"...are in hiding, especially now with their new baby. Dumbledore needs me that day because You-Know-Who is planning an attack on the Ministry that day. To him, it doesn't matter whether it's a sunny day in July or Christmas Day."

A strained voice whispered back, "I'm just concerned, they're becoming worse as the days go by and he hasn't done anything big in while. Which raises concerns and I'm worried about what could happen to you. Fabian got a really nasty curse thrown at him and seemed to have forgotten what the point of recovery is ever since Gideon was killed last year. The war is getting worse and I'm not willing to let you go without me."

"Molly, the children", a desperate voice replied, "they need you. I can't fight in battle knowing my wife and mother of my children could be killed at any second by some lunatic. If you were to die, I wouldn't, no, couldn't live with myself. How can I look into my child's eyes and tell them the reason you fought was to protect me―"

A slightly higher voice angered responded, "Damn it, Arthur! I'm trying to protect our children as much as you! Every day this war continues our children are in danger. Bill is going to Hogwarts in a year and is out of our protection if the war isn't over by then. They won't be growing up without you, it'll be perfectly safe to leave the children with Bill for the night. The Burrow is safe with the wards we have up. If anyone entering it would alert us…"

"Alright Molly, but please accept a less dangerous position." Arthur replied resigned, "You haven't fought in a while―"

"Mum?" Bill walked in and scooped up a shocked Alexander, "Dad? I didn't know you were back from work yet. What were you two talking about?"

"Nothing Bill, just some problems at work. Some wizard thought it was a brilliant idea to charm some fuzzy troll looking toys to walk around. Which brought some mayhem around a muggle playground when the little blighters decided kids were more entertaining."

Bill laughed cheerfully, "Wow, that sounds fun. Look even little Alex is shocked!". Trying to tickle Alexander, Bill almost dropped him with the squirming.

Smiling indulgently Arthur told him, "Give him here, let's see what your amazing mother has cooked up for us."

Alexander looked up at his father and mother, trying to study them. He found it interesting they were so against the Dark Lord and were willing to fight against them with their own lives even with the slim chance they all had. According to Hades, the Dark Lord was practically undefeatable with his multiple horcruxes. Alexander hoped someone else had figured out the Dark Lord's weakness by now. He thought back to his parents from his previous life, who were fully supportive of the Dark Lord and his teachings but didn't lift a finger to help the cause. Besides funding it through money. Nodding to himself, Alexander reasoned the Weasleys were too poor to help their cause with money and therefore fought with their lives instead. He thought it was the only reason that made sense, even if at the bottom of his stomach he knew these two things weren't equal at all.

Christmas Day eventually rolled around, with Alex and Ron doing most of the rolling. Alex found he enjoyed goofing off with Ron and standing, or crawling in their case, with solidarity against the twins antics. One particular evening, Alex flipped through the pages of a children's book off the bookshelf. The older twins came up and snatched it away and were beginning to run off with it when Ron, sensing Alex's frustration. Strategically placed himself in their way, catching them off guard and alerting their mother with a few cries. After Molly figured out Ron wanted the book she left him with it, assuming the older twins had tried to take it from him. Ron was looking at his newfound toy while Alex was unsure of how to proceed. But ultimately he decided to sit next to Ron and give him a quick hug in thanks. Alex was positive he stayed and babbled to Ron, trying to read the book to him only because he's a decent human being and the Gryffindorness around him was starting to affect him. Of course, not any other reason whatsoever.

Christmas morning, Alex was surprised with how many gifts he received with such a poor family. He quickly figured out that most of the things were objects his brothers had found in the backyard. The twins tried to give everyone a slug, but when Bill opened his gift from them he mostly found a dead slug that couldn't survive on Christmas cheer. Molly had to convince them the slugs were much happier outside than living indoors. Charlie found several rocks with strange googly eyes and gave them to his older siblings. Percy gave everyone a nice looking sticks because he thought they looked like wands. Alex appreciated the fake wand because he missed the feeling of holding a wand. Although, the older twins appreciated the gift differently and began to try and poke each other's eyes out with their own set of wands.

As the skies darkened, the moods of Molly and Arthur darkened alongside. Alex remembered the conversation earlier in the month and grew reserved. He thought more about the situation now that the fight would be occurring in a matter of hours. Growing restless Alex kept trying to receive Molly's attention but she had it directed at something else. Ron seemed to be trying to cheer Alex up by shoving cookies in Alex's face until he would give up after a few moments and repeat the process.

When Alex noticed Molly kissing her older children goodnight, he didn't know what came over him. His eyes suddenly became itchy and wet. Willing himself to not cry, he accepted Molly's kisses and tried not to look so scared when they left. Alex reasoned he was only worried about losing his caretakers. Bill, noticing his sadness and gave him some warm milk to help settle him down and to place the younger twins to bed. Looking up at the dark ceiling from his crib, Alex tried to listen for any sounds from the living room indicating the arrival of his parents. Ignoring the rock at the bottom of his stomach getting heavier as time passed, he hoped the Dark Lord sent his worst Death Eaters.

Alex woke up to a strange silence engulfing the Weasley house. Suddenly remembering the situation the day previously, he stood against the crib and began calling for his mother. After each call, the weight on his stomach grew heavier with dread. Alex began to realize he cared more than he knew for his new mother, who actually showed him more affection in past few months than his mother from his past life had shown him over several years. He had to admit that while the Weasleys were blood traitors, he could never see them being disloyal or cruel to their family. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt him to become more accepting of this new life as a Weasley. And possibly even bring honor back to the Weasley name. Looking down at his twin, who looked up at him curiously, Alex wondered if this time his brother won't turn his back on him. Thinking positively for a moment, he remembered he hopefully had five other brothers to count on as well. Alex's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the creak of the door open. Whipping his head back up, he hoped to see his mother. Instead, he saw a haggard Arthur coming towards him.

"What's wrong little ones?" Arthur picked up Alex and looked around the nursery for the bottles, "Do you need a bottle?"

Alex wasn't able to articulate words at this stage but willed his mouth to try and make the right movements in desperation. Placing his hands on his father's face to get his attention away from bottles, he showed an expression of concern and asked, "Muma?"

Arthur softened his expression at his first word, "Your mother is resting, she got in a bit of a fight last night. Luckily everything turned out fine…"

Beaming a toothless grin, Alex happily rested his shoulder on his father. Relieved that the idealistic life he was currently living wasn't over yet.

Alex's parents continued fighting in the war together despite multiple injuries until Molly became pregnant with a new baby and couldn't fight without putting herself in danger. When Ginny was brought home, Alex felt a protective nature towards his only sister ever. In his past and current life, he only ever had brothers. But a sister was an entirely new type of beast to tackle. Perhaps tackle wasn't the right word against a sister, Alex mused. Or maybe it was considering she is going to grow up in a household with seven older brothers…

Noticing a tugging at sleeve, he was pulled away from guarding a sleeping three-month-old Ginny in her crib. He saw Ron carrying a thin picture book in his other hand. Ron smiled at him whispering, "Alex, read?"

Alex sighed, the 'reading' mostly consisted of pointing at animals and objects while saying the word out loud. Admittedly he only continued because he liked the looks of pride and affection his parents gave him whenever he and Ron did advanced things for children their age. Also, he secretly liked that he and Ron seemed to be on a path of very close brotherhood. Alex remembered how in his past life, he had looked on Sirius' and James friendship jealousy because that kinship was what he and Sirius were supposed to have. Alex hoped having a sibling the exact same age as him would give him a better chance.

Alex smiled back nodding, "Okay. Only one, okay?" He thought back to another day when Ron had kept asking him to read different books, and he lost count how many until he realized he woke up in his crib the next day. Alex wondered if Ron actually liked the reading, or only liked it because it was one of the few childlike things Alex did with him. To be fair, Alex thought, most toys aren't catered to babies stuck with the mind of an older teenager. At least the picture books moved around.

His twin grinned back and putting his hand in the air and whispered loudly, "Then outside!"

Alex rolled his eyes and led his brother to the living room, to not disturb baby Ginny. After settling down and reading to Ron for a few minutes before breakfast, they jumped when the door burst open with a beaming Arthur.

"Molly! Did you see the newspaper this morning?!" Arthur continued to yell excitedly, "He's gone! You-Know-Who, gone!"

"Yay!" Ron yelled excitedly, throwing up his arms and liking the enthusiasm in the air.

"Yes, yay!" His father picked up a shocked but happy Alex and swung him around.

"My turn. " Ron smiled and motioned by raising his arms towards his father.

Arthur placed Alex down and began to swing Ron around in circles when a distraught Molly came in while carrying a half dressed Fred and asked surprised, "Arthur what are you talking about?"

"Harry Potter defeated You-Know-Who! No one knows how the Potter's boy did it, but there isn't a sign of Voldemort anywhere and the Death Eaters are being captured left and right."

Molly gasped, "I don't believe it, that poor boy. What else do the papers say?"

"That everyone's been celebrating since late last night, " Arthur chuckled, "Looks like we slept through half the celebration Mollywobbles."

Placing Ron back down, he walked towards his wife and began leading her with a waltz towards the kitchen where an owl with the Daily Prophet was waiting. Fred added his own element of movement to create a version of waltz that included more spinning. After paying the owl, Arthur unfolded the paper and showed his wife the front page. Molly gave a tearful smile, "Oh Arthur. It's over." Letting Fred down, she gave her husband a fierce hug of happiness.

After series of hugs and cheers of happiness that were passed around, Alex was happy to know the Dark Lord was gone. He supposed that perhaps Hades didn't count on the Horcruxes being destroyed and the Dark Lord defeated before Alex even turned two. After all, if the Dark Lord had horcruxes in order to become immortal why wouldn't he return soon after he was defeated? Falling into a sense of security, Alex hoped this new era and new life for him would work out better for him than last time.

A/N: Wow, I really should stop starting these in the evening because I end up finishing up in the wee hours of the morning. I should be waking up at 5 am, not going to sleep at that time. X) Anyways, thanks for reading this chapter. This was mostly to show the gradual changes in Alex as he begins to show affection for his new parents and family. I'm hoping to develop characters and relationships between characters in the next chapter. Also I tried to gradually change from Alexander to Alex, tell me if it worked or not... Additionally, sorry I wasn't updating within a reasonable amount of time. November is when school really decided to punch me in the face with physics and comp sci. I'm finally free today *pumps fist at sky* and hopefully I can write a few more chapters before winter break ends and I hit the halfway point in a term again. Thank you for the reviews FairyRave, MissSadieKane, and random guest! I really appreciated them and they filled my little coal heart with warmth :)

Sorry for any typos, I published this at 5 am.