Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. (Do I have to do this every time? I don't know because I and most people skip this part to get to the story. Someone please help.) I pray to the Great Frog of the universe in hopes I get to meet Emma Watson and ask her a very important message. WHY AREN'T YOU DOING A FRENCH ACCENT IN BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. I KNOW YOU KNOW FRENCH.

Two years later and Alex was still slightly upset with his parent's decision to continue to enroll his brother and him into school. Alex kicked the frozen dirt along the path to school. Apparently, they thought Alex was improving, and Ron seemed to be more focused than before. Alex didn't really understand what they meant to turn him into. But he certainly was not going to turn into an avid muggle rights supporter in the wizarding world. Alex just tolerated them at the moment. Additionally, it was just their luck the muggle school was only about a ten-minute walk away. Tuning into Ron chatter on about the science project he was doing on some weird green goo. He heard Ron ask, "What's your project on? You haven't told me."

Alex rolled his eyes, "That's because my partner's an idiot who thinks using dirty socks in an experiment is a great idea. Teachers always give me the stupid kids in class. Do they think I'm going to transfer some of my knowledge to them?"

Ron shrugged, "Maybe you should ask the teacher if you can switch partners and tell her that you're interested in someone else's project."

Alex groaned and looked up at the grey cloudy skies, "I hope it snows in and we can stay home. Mum only let me eat two cookies."

His twin grinned, "That might be because I got a few extra under your name."

Alex shoved Ron slightly and exclaimed, "Stop eating my food mate!"

Ron answered in mock indignation, "If I can't shovel food in front of you, the least you could do is give me yours!"

Laughing at Ron's predicament in good humor, Alex arrived at the small primary school in better spirits. Going into their classroom Alex went up to their teacher in hopes of working independently. The teacher disapproved initially but asked him to come up with an idea by the end of lunch.

While Alex thought of an idea, he ignored the chattering of children and stared off into space thinking about his previous life. Wondered if it was ever possible to be a part of the House of Black again. Not that he didn't enjoy his family, in fact, he found the emotional support and love he craved so deeply in his initial life was very present in this new life. Alex frowned; he was curious how Kreacher and Sirius were doing. Unfortunately, as a child, he was censored because adults would whisper with topics not suitable for the young. Therefore, he wasn't up to date with the important wizarding news until he was 'allowed' to read the newspaper at 5 years old. After his dad read it of course and removed the 'heavy topics'. Besides the fall of You-Know-Who, Alex didn't hear much more than some frustrated mumbles from Arthur about Malfoy being able to run free. Alex assumed this meant Malfoy had bought his way out of the Devil's Snare he got himself in.

Thinking darkly Alex clenched his hand a little thinking about his death, wishing he had been wiser by taking a bit more time to plan a way out. Maybe he could have helped find more of You-Know-Who's horcruxes and could've ended the war sooner. Alex mourned for his mother's brothers he never got to meet and wondered how much Fred and George took after them. Thinking back to the horcruxes, he thought it was really great the horcruxes were found so soon after his death.

A little thought in the back of his head whispered, but what if they didn't find all horcruxes? Alex began to sweat a little, cursing his slight paranoia. Before he could think further on the topic, his thoughts were interrupted by a child's boisterous, malicious laugh.

"Hey, Weasley number two, stop staring into space before it sucks out your brains through your nose."

Alex rolled his blue eyes at his classmate, while his sandy-haired classmate chortled at his own joke. The classmate took the chair from the desk in front of Alex and asked, "So, smelly sock project? I can bring in the samples with each pair being worn longer than the other." The classmate's beady little eyes light up in amusement, "The most I can do is 3 weeks. Then we can have people rank the smelliest to least."

Looking disgusted, Alex began writing down a few notes from his previous thoughts in a notebook and replied, "Jake, we're not working together. You're going to go find another partner that's as enthusiastic as you about dirty socks. Don't worry it won't be difficult."

Jake stood up angrily and abruptly, "You think you're so much better than everybody."

Alex scathingly answered, "It's not difficult and frankly I don't just think―"

"No even one likes you! At least I won't die alone like you will."

A cord struck in Alex and angry tears pricked his eyes. Alex spat back, "You stupid muggle, I have a family! And my best friends are my brothers! Why would I become friends with useless people like you?"

Jake sneered and looked down at him, "I bet Ron doesn't even like you. I bet he's just waiting for you to move onto a wussy advanced class so he can make real friends."

Anger boiled in Alex's veins. Rationally he knew Jake wasn't talking about Sirius. But his emotions took over and the parallels disturbed him. Did Ron tell other people he didn't like him? Could he really lose Ron like he lost Sirius? Would Ron ever look at him in betrayal and anger? Refuse to acknowledge their brotherhood to remain cool with his friends? Thinking rapidly, a tightness in his chest began to grow. What would he do if he was placed Slytherin again in a few years, his heart beat faster. He knew what his family thought of Slytherins. Would he become an outcast in his own family, get kicked out like Sirius was? He suddenly felt he was shoved onto the floor from his chair, breaking him out of a trance.

"Answer you freak!"

Glass broke. The sharp ringing filled his ears as screams filled the air. The teacher shouted orders to the children to get away from the windows. Jake looked around in surprise and ran towards the opposite side of the classroom without the windows.

Lying on the floor, the shattered windows allowed for Alex to see the outside more clearly. He looked on, it was still cloudy.

Alex could see his mother running towards Ron and him. Ron was gripping Alex's arm in fear while they waited in the small groups of children and teachers waiting for parents to pick up their children. Molly opened up her arms and scooped them up to hug them. Alex hugged his mother back and nodded in reassurance to her questions of their well-being. After Molly went to tell the teachers she would be taking her children, the ride back to the Burrow was silent. Ron looked contemplative and kept side glancing at Alex. As soon as they got inside their cozy home, Ron turned to Alex slightly upset from the whole ordeal, "Why was Jake mad at you?"

Alex felt his walls shoot up when he heard Ron's tone, seeing his mom turn curiously towards them, he responded quietly. "He was being," he paused, "rude."

Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Really? He seems like a pretty funny bloke. A bit thick at times."

Molly asked her son, "Alex, did you break the windows at your muggle school?"

Alex frowned slightly and moved his gaze to the living room to the side and replied bitterly, "No Mum, the glass randomly exploded while I was nearby."

"Don't take that tone with me," Molly responded while placing her hands on her waist she continued, "Now what happened between this Jake and you?"

"He was just being an arse about our science project." Softening his voice he continued, "I'd rather not talk about it."

Ron helpfully supplied, "Alex told me earlier that Jake wanted to do a project on smelly socks."

Molly sighed on the antics of young boys, "Alright then. It's been a long day for you two. Go outside and play for a bit if you'd like, just be back in an hour for lunch."

She turned away and walked towards the kitchen and Ron asked his twin with a smile, "Do you want to race on the brooms?"

Alex replied sullenly, "No thanks."

Ron shrugged and went up to their room, while Alex darted up to Percy's room to grab a book. He and Percy had an agreement to keep a larger bookshelf in Percy's room to keep it out of George and Fred's way. Mostly George, because at least Fred would look a little guilty about things they 'borrowed'. Alex mulled over the events at school. He wondered if he had to go back. He figured he would eventually have to talk to Mum and Dad about it. Bright blue eyes glanced over titles. Percy had way too many books about potions and laws in the Ministry. He often chattered about the quality of cauldrons and their impact on potions. Alex wondered if Lucius actually had a point when he spoke of dismal Hogwarts education. He figured Malfoy meant the lack of classes on the Dark Arts.

Alex shook his head, he had thought of Malfoy too much for one day. With a slightly less glum expression, he found a small Runes section consisting mostly of textbooks. After choosing a Runes history text he walked out of his brother's room. Looking down at the book he didn't see Ginny and he bumped into her in the hallway. The bright orange hair of his little sister invaded his bubble of space.

Chestnut colored eyes peeked up in surprise," Alex! What are you doing back so early? And why did Mum suddenly leave earlier? Is she back yet? Did something happen at muggle school? Where―" Alex put his hand over her mouth to stop her, Ginny was a bit frightening at times. A frightening, adorable, fiery she-demon, Alex wondered if all female purebloods weren't secretly demons. He also wasn't sure when she was going to leave the questioning age because he thought it was supposed to end when children turned four.

Alex replied tiredly, "Mum picked us up. Yes, she is. Windows at school broke. Ron's going to be outside."

Ginny huffed in annoyance and licked his hand. Disgusted, Alex pulled it away from her mouth, "Ugh Ginny, really?"

A giggle escaped her upturned lips, "I still had more questions"

Alex sighed, "Alright what is it?"

"But you have to promise to say yes," Ginny said excitedly.

Alex began to get a little nervous, "Um no, I'm going to just leave now." He began to turn around to go into his bedroom.

"Noooooo!" Ginny cried out and then latched onto his arm, "Alex this is super, super important."

Alex forced himself to look down knowing that his little sister would likely put on her cute face. Ah, and there it was. As seconds passed his sister's soft brown eyes became more watery and cute. Alex felt his resolve falling. He knew what would happen, Ginny was more mischievous than the twins sometimes and he couldn't believe that he was the only one that could see that. If he said no, he would feel bad about disappointing Ginny. Alex knew she wouldn't go cry to Mum, she just would keep it in and badly hide the fact that she was sad. Alex sighed, he was so glad he only had one sister in both lifetimes. He would probably go crazy if he had as many sisters as he's had brothers. He smiled softly, "Alright Ginny, you've got me interested. What's your question?"

Ginny brightened up like a sunflower and grinned, "Yay! Could you please play a game with me?"

Alex winced, he supposed reading was out the window until after lunch, "Alright, what game?"

Ginny clapped her hands together excitedly, "I'm going to be the trapped princess in a tower! You're going to be the dragon guarding the tower." Smiling up at him she continued, "But you also have to be the prince, Harry Potter because Ron won't want to play."

Alex answered mirthfully, "How am I supposed to fight off the dragon while also being the dragon Ginny?"

His sister scrunched her face cutely, accentuating her button nose. She sighed as if admitted a great defeat, "I guess I'll have to be the dragon too…" Then brightening up again she exclaimed, "But it's okay, we'll have costumes so you can tell the difference!"

A plastered fake grin made its way onto Alex's face. He was in too deep to back out now, "Great idea Ginny."

Ginny smiled mischievously and grabbed his hand to pull him towards her room where she had her props for her games. While she talked about her day and things she found outside, Ginny began pulling out toys. Alex was reminded of how creative she was. Considering the Weasleys were poor, they often couldn't afford to buy many toys. But Ginny made do by making toys, like crowns and an old brown blanket she cut out into wings.

She placed a crown mostly made of twigs and slightly wilted flowers on his head as his costume for Prince Harry Potter. Getting into the 'dragon' costume, she began to weave together a story for the game. Alex found himself having fun with his little sister. Especially with her antics of pausing great battles between the dragon and Potter. Just to yell out a few things as a princess from her tower. She would place a new crown of bright flowers she made that morning whenever she was the princess. And the tower, in this case, was her dresser.

When their little game ended and Mum called them down for lunch, Ginny turned to him and smiled, "Thanks for playing Alex! You're the greatest."

After studying him for a second, she hugged him in a quiet show of affection, "I hope you're feeling better. You looked sad earlier."

Alex gently said, "Thanks, Ginny. I just got upset at what a muggle told me."

His sister pulled away and cheerfully stated, "I'll always be here to cheer you up!" Grinning mischievously she added, "While playing a game, of course!"

Alex laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, "You're my favorite sister Gin Gin"

Ginny cried out, "I'm your only sister you dolt!"

In retaliation, she quickly tickled her brother's sides and nimbly escaped his arms to run downstairs for lunch. Alex chuckled at her antics and walked down to lunch in better humor than an hour ago.

A few days later at breakfast, when the school had finally repaired the windows, Alex was asked by his dad.

"Alex, I suppose I shouldn't put this off any longer. But your Mum and I wanted to ask you if you felt bullied at school. I know you have a negative view of muggles, but surely you have some nice classmates."

Ron looked curiously at his brother. Alex struggled to think of a response, truthfully he had mostly forgotten about Jake. He attributed it to his still developing brain of a child, and perhaps Ginny had helped him forget those cruel words. Alex hesitantly replied, "Well I suppose being around rude muggles might have caused me to have an emotional outburst. I think being around muggles isn't good for me because most of them are rude and boorish even amongst themselves―"

"Not all of them!" Interrupted Ron, he hastily continued, "Some of our classmates are really nice! Analise brings cookies or scones every Friday and brings some extra ones for me because she knows how much I like food. Alex, I really think most muggles are nice, but there are some mean ones out there. But the same is true for wizards!" Alex wondered how long Ron had kept this inside to burst out like this. Their discussions mostly included quidditch, chess, and runes. Perhaps he waited two years.

Ron continued impassioned, "I mean, you've heard talk about the Malfoys and how dark they are. Don't forget that You-Know-Who wasn't exactly an upstanding wizard―"

Arthur raised his hand to pause Ron and said, "Ron, I think your brother knows there are bad wizards out there." Arthur placed his hand down and turned to his other son, "Alex, we're just afraid you're going to grow hateful of muggles and then use your blood status when you're older to support the smothering of the potential of muggleborns out of fear."

Alex looked down shamefully because he knew that's exactly what he ended up doing in his past life. Joining a hateful group of people who killed for the advancement of purebloods. He just never saw it for what it was because it was easier to be blind. Until someone he cared about, Kreacher, was targeted.

Sighing, he softly stated, "Dad, I don't hate muggles or muggleborns." Struggling to find words to put expressed his thoughts he blurted what came to mind, "I just find it difficult to connect with my classmates because I can't break the Statute of Secrecy and even if I did they wouldn't believe me."

Alex found his mouth and mind became disconnected and words just started pouring out, "I don't think people want to be my friend because it's easier to be friends with Ron, who looks mostly like me but is much more likable. What if Ron's friends try to convince him it's better to ignore me at school? And what if this happens in Hogwarts too?"

His dad smiled down at him, "Sometimes Ron will have friends that aren't compatible with you, but he will always be your brother. You're not supposed to find lifelong friends in muggle primary school, but it doesn't hurt to be friendly to others who have done you no wrong. You're a good boy, and you'll find friends in Hogwarts or later in life who like you for who you are. Just be patient my son, I know you already are."

His dad jokingly added, "And if Ron doesn't want to be your brother, you still have five more."

Alex's heart filled up with warmth and he smiled at his dad. The dad who cared more than the fact Alex was just another name to pass on the Weasley name. Even though his Weasley dad had some quirks, Alex found he much preferred these to the ones his father had from his previous lifetime. Someone those quirks might've been borderline illegal if it wasn't for the wealth the Blacks had.

Ron exclaimed, "Don't worry Alex! You're stuck with this idiot forever!" Alex and Ron grinned at each other and Ron continued, "We can talk to Analise to see if she knows anyone really interested in books. Since you like them and whatnot."

Alex smirked, "Alright sure, sounds like a good idea. Are you sure you don't fancy that girl Ron? You seem to talk about her an awful lot."

Ron looked confused, "Do you mean if I like her? Yeah, she's a nice friend of mine who regularly gives out cookies. What's not to like."

Alex slowed his words down as if explaining to a five-year-old, "No Ron, I mean like her, like her."

His brother squinted at him and seemed more confused, "Mate, you just repeated your words."

Alex sighed exasperated, he remembered his brother was a nine-year-old that lived with mostly boys.

A/N: I don't even know what I'm typing anymore. BUT next chapter they're getting their letters for Hoggywarts. Or are they *laughs and menacing taps fingers* I feel bad that I waited for a month (ish) to post this. INSPIRATION JUST HIT ME. I had half of it already written, I just didn't know how to fix it. Luckily Ginny came to the rescue.