Alexandra sat in her spacious blood red painted room, she was packing for her visit at the Weasley's and it was important to give the right impression. She knew from both Fred and George that their family wasn't rich, nor did they have an average income, they were poor. Alexandra didn't mind all that much, but it would alter her behaviour in front of the Weasley family. She wouldn't avoid expensive clothes and pretend to be at their level economically, but she would avoid talking about it and act respectfully towards them. Alex wanted them to think that her social standing didn't define, she wasn't a stuck up prick just because she was fortunate enough to have money.

She was also looking forward to talking to one William Weasley, or Bill as the twins called him. His work fascinated her as she had taken a fancy to studying both arithmancy and ancient runes, the two most prominent aspects of spell breaking and ward creation. Sure, she did her best to master every subject she read about but those two were special, more interesting than the others.

"Dear, have you packed yet? They are going to get here soon."

"I'm almost done," she called back not bothering to add that Fred and George always came a bit later than they promised. Closing her trunk she hummed a tune she had heard on a shoot the day before. Then Alex carried the trunk downstairs and went to Caroline's workroom or home office as the blonde liked to call it. Knocking on the door she waited patiently for her adoptive mother to open the door.

"It's open, just come on in."

Caroline's office was arguably the most aesthetically pleasing room in their penthouse. It had forest green velvet walls and panels of walnut. Hr furniture matched the overall theme and was raw, Scandinavian design, just like most of their home. It wasn't the design that made the room Alex's favourite, though. It was the bookcases that were artistically placed in the room's corners. They contained Caroline's most treasured books, and those were old. Old and expensive and free for Alex to read at any given time. She had especially exploited that when she was younger and had almost always had her nose buried in a book.

Caroline looked at her, disproval clear on her face before focusing on her computer once more.

"Are you going to be wearing that? Don't you think that's a bit too muggle for a dinner with wizards?"

Alex considered her words, while Caroline was a bit of a snob when it came to her clothes, she was right to say that she was looking very muggle, while Fred and George were used to this the rest of the Weasley family wasn't. They would have to survive Alexandra decided. She really did love this look, the long, loose red dress was covered in flower prints and contracted her pale skin nicely without making her look washed out and her heels were on point.

"They have to survive," she shrugged her shoulders before pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"If you say so," Caroline continued typing on her keyboard like a mad woman, so Alexandra picked up a copy of Elle magazine from her desk.

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Fred couldn't help but feel frustrated with his father. They were running late, and not just the usual couple of minutes he and George always ran late. No, they were half an hour late all because his dad had been too busy fixing something the muggles apparently called a coffee brewer. Now they had finally apparated to the street where Alexandra was supposed to live and to say he was surprised was an understatement. His dad had brought both him and his twin to muggle London more than once but he had never seen something so… posh looking.

"Are you sure this is where Alexandra lives?" He nudged George to get his attention.

"I'm positive dear brother, I didn't know she belonged to the upper-class."

Fred shook his head in agreement, he hadn't known either. She always seemed so down to earth, and even though some the muggleborn students from Gryffindor had told them that she wore expensive clothes they had shrugged it off. How expensive could muggle clothes be?

Now though the were standing the slack-jawed.

It was his father that broke Fred's amazed daze by coughing theatrically.

"So, Fred, what building did you say we should look for?"

"Wellington Court, 116 Knightsbridge Swix," Fred recited.

They soon found the building, that looked like a luxury apartment complex, and pressed the button saying C. Miller as George and Fred both said that was Alexandra's last name. Their dad had been visibly confused, and George had to explain that she had been adopted and therefore, by muggle law, wasn't a Potter, but a Miller.

"Yes?" An unknown woman's voice asked. They all jumped, where did the voice come from?

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

"Yes, yes, of course, there is somebody there," the voice became annoyed, "I'm talking to you right now how could you wonder whether or not someone is there?"

"Is this some kind of magic?" Arthur Weasley sounded excited, "or is it what the muggles call technology?"

"Ah, Mr Weasley I assume. You are late." Fred grinned as his dad shrunk under the reprimanding voice, "It is technology, though. I'll open the door for you now."

The door gave a high pitched beep and opened. They all went inside and up a beautiful staircase until they reached a door on which slanted silver letters said C. Miller, here they slowly opened the door and as such Fred got his first glimpse of a muggle home.

It was nothing like the burrow, that was Fred's first thought. They were in what appeared to be a hallway eating to the actual house. The walls weren't white like the burrow's walls, they were a dark grey and on them hang paintings that didn't seem to portray anything. The floor wasn't worn like the burrow's floor but made of dark wood. Fred quite liked it.

Footsteps were heard and soon a green eyed girl strolled into the hall and sent them a lopsided grin. Fred couldn't help but grin back at her. Alexandra looked pretty in her muggle attire even if her glasses had slid down her nose a bit.

"Hello Fred, George," her voice was as husky as he remembered, she then turned to his dad, "Mr Weasley."

Fred watched as they shook hands and then turned to his twin brother. George was looking around the room in wonder, probably thinking about the weird unmoving pictures. Alexandra had told them that muggle paintings didn't move, neither did their photos, but he hadn't believed her until he saw the hallway.

"Come on you guys, I have to get my trunk and say bye to my mother before we leave," Alexandra said waking George from his trancelike state.

Fred followed the raven-haired girl into what looked like a combined kitchen and living room, through a door into a new hallway and down till they reached a black painted door. Here Alexandra stopped, opened the door at nodded at them, "go on in, I swear she won't bite. Just keep a safe distance, she's working." A bit unnerved Fred went inside where a blonde woman sat scowling over a device he recognised as a computer. His father had tried to assemble one once, it had gone horribly wrong.

Alexandra picked up her trunk, "mother, I'm leaving with Mr Weasley now, I'll see you before the Malfoy's Ball."

Wait, what? The 'Malfoy's' ball? Why was Alexandra attending that? Fred's thoughts were voiced by his father.

"Malfoy? Are you hanging around that kind of people?" Fred immediately knew Arthur Weasley could have phrased that better.

Her eyes went cold, "you must excuse me Mr Weasley, but I do not know what you are trying to imply. Could you please help me understand?"

His dad wisely stayed silent. While both he and George were against her befriending the Malfoy heir, also known as Mr insolent pig-headed dipshit, they had come to accept her friendships with her fellow Slytherins, all of them… No matter how much it killed them to be in the same friendship circles as a Malfoy.

"Bye dear, I'll send your gifts with the Weasley family owl," the blonde woman turned to their father, "thank you for letting me use the bird, Mr Weasley."

"My pleasure, Mrs Miller."

She waved her hand dismissively, "call me Caroline, Mrs Miller feels too formal."

Both Fred and George cracked a smile at that, now they knew where Alexandra had her ungodly hate of all things official from.

Just as they turned to leave the woman, Caroline, called out Alexandra's name.

"Alexandra, remember the interview you have to do for Elle later this week."

"I will, mother."

Fred exchanged a look with his twin, what did she mean when she said 'an interview'? Well, they had enough to worry about without trying to figure out what Alexandra did in her spare time. They for once had to address a very disturbing scene they had seen in the library earlier that year.

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They apparated to the outskirts of the Weasley grounds and from there they began walking to the burrow. Arthur Weasley couldn't help but peek at the girl named Alexandra Potter, or Miller. The slender girl with the boxy glasses was not what he had expected when Fred and George had written home about befriending the girl-who-lived. He had imagined a boyish girl, someone who loved joking around as much as the twins did and held a mischievous sparkle in their eye like James once had. Instead, he had gotten this overtly sexualized child-woman who seemed a tiny bit arrogant and sided with guys like Draco Malfoy. He didn't like her at all.

Nevertheless, he realised he would only displease the twins if he was rude to their guest. He, therefore, watched as they eagerly began talking to her. She nodded her head sometimes but mostly stayed silent. Whenever she did say something his boys would laugh, ruffle her hair or just smile at her fondly. Arthur wanted to interrupt them but couldn't really get himself to do so. She didn't look like an evil manipulative person as she walked there in the snow with a twin on each side. But for Merlin's sake, she was friends with the Malfoy offspring. The twins didn't seem to mind that little detail at all, Arthur wondered where he had failed at parenting…

They finally reached the house and got inside in the warmth.

"We're home," he called out loudly to predominate the constant buzz of noise there was in the house, "and we've brought Alexandra."

This got the residents attention as his wife's curly hair appeared in the entrance to the kitchen.

"Well, hello there Sweety, it's so nice to see you again,"

"You too Mrs Weasley, thank you once more for helping me in my time of need," the girl sent his wife a 100-watt smile and he could basically see Molly melt under it. Then the redhead embraced the smaller girl in a tight hug, "call me Molly, dear. Finally, those impudent troublemakers of mine bring something good home with them."

Arthur sighed, his wife was too biased against Fred and George, but what was he supposed to do? It wasn't his fault that she was narrow-minded.

"Hey…"

"We've totally brought home…"

"Lots of good things…"

"Like the time we sent you dead mice with the mail!" One of the twins ended their sentence with a cheeky grin.

Well, they could take it he supposed.

"Nonsense, Alexandra is the only good thing, how you boys made a friend like her I'm not sure." Molly shook her head.

"Molly, I think I can shed light on this mystery of yours: I really like Fred since he's talented, funny and is passionate about everything, George I like because he's more rational than his brother, clever and quite deep when you get to know him." Alex smiled sweetly at his wife, masking her snarky reprimand in a sweet tone. Arthur looked at them in shock as the twins sent her small grateful smiles and Molly cooed on about how perfect she was.

He sighed, "I'll be in the study if you need me."

Without waiting for a reply he went to work on his muggle instrument. Coffee brewers were fascinating widgets!

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Ginny Weasley watched her brothers and mother interact with Alexandra Potter from behind a door. This was the girl she had grown up hearing stories about, this was the girl who saved the wizarding world from he-who-must-not-be-named. It was the girl-who-lived. Ginny felt her cheeks heat up. Alexandra was everything she had expected: Beautiful, charming, graceful and did she mention beautiful? Oh, how she wanted to be friends with the green eyed girl, but she couldn't just talk to Alexandra, no, that would be way too embarrassing.