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CHAPTER 3: STALKING

Attero (Ah-Teh-Roh) – This spell was created by a dark wizard back in the 1800's and the spell was quite popular among the dark wizards and witches. It is use to weaken your enemy to the extent the enemy can die from exhaustion. Only cast it once to weaken but if cast many times, the enemy will die.

"Attero." Alex muttered, narrowing her eyes at the description of the spell. It was only a simple flick of the wrist but the only danger, don't cast it too much or the person will die from exhaustion. Taking out her wand, she flicked and said, "Attero." A silver mist shot out from her wand and into the sky. She grinned. Learning spells such as these are always easy.

Turning the page of the book, another spell caught her eye.

Corrumpo (Coh-Rum-Poh) - It is not commonly used back in 1500's but wizards and witches are taken to Azkaban if use. The spell is use to corrupt the person's mindset, depending on how much power and ill intent you used on the spell. If too much power and ill intent, the victim will be nothing but an empty shell.

"Well I don't want to end up in Azkaban." She said aloud after reading the passage.

"Corrumpo…" Alex repeated. In her mind, she was debating whether to learn it or not. But she didn't want to corrupt people and send them to St. Mungo's psychiatric ward or something. She'd feel guilty about it.

Alex moved on to another spell and another. There were so many to read, her eyes were getting strained. She sighed, snaps the book tight and leaned against the wall. This would be easier if the book was just a bunch of pictures or something.

Once again, a sigh rip out from her lips, and stared at the sky. If only they were alive, I wouldn't be feel so guilty. Alex closes her eyes, blocking tears from welling up. Then she open them again, alerted when she heard the door squeaked open. She put her breathing into a halt. Who was here?

Alex stood up, scanned the tower. Nobody was here but in the back of her mind, she knew someone was here it was as if this person was invisible.

Then something clicked in her mind. Invisible. Whipping up her wand, she said aloud, "Accio Invisibility Cloak." Alex heard curses and the person eventually revealed itself when the Invisibility Cloak flown into Alex's arm. "What the? Potter? Are you stalking me or something?"

"No! I… I was just curious why you were in the Astronomy Tower late at night." Potter replied. It was the truth, not like he was spying to see if Alex was in the league of Voldemort or something…

Alex suspiciously eyed the Gryffindor. "Right… and you were curious to what Draco was doing the past few nights?" She smirked when she saw him flushed. "Its okay, Potter. We all know that you have the hots for the Slytherin Sex God. You want a piece of him?"

"No I d-don't." Potter stammered, he was only stalking Draco because he was suspicious of his behavior but he stopped for good reason. He was scarred for life, actually.

Alex snickered; apparently Potter doesn't have a sense of humor. Seeing that Potter was just going to stand there, she sat back down against the wall and gaze out at the sky.

Potter stood there, awkwardly. It was either, leave her alone or just continue to annoy her. He chose to annoy her. "So, is this what you do here every night?"

Alex glared at him, "You creep! You've been stalking me every night?" Her mind went into panic mode. What if he knew what she was doing her every night?

"Er, no. I just thought you come here every night." Potter answered warily, hoping the Slytherin wouldn't hurt him or something.

The Slytherin girl narrowed her eyes. "Uh-huh..." Checking at the time and seeing how late it is, she announced, "Well this was fun. If you stalk me again, Potter, you better have a stock of Hair Growth Potion." She threatens as she stood up and walked out the door.

!-!-!-!-!-!

"Hey, sleepy-head."

Alex yawned and glared at her best friend. "Stop yelling so loud! It's freaking morning. Man I need more sleep."

Draco smirked, "It's the afternoon on a Sunday. You already sleep in and I'm surprise to even see you tired from a two day sleep." He pointed out then with his index finger he poked her square in the forehead.

Alex angrily swatted the hand away and growled, "I do not need your 'poke-Alex-till-she-finally-wakes-up'!"

"Calm down, Lexy," Daphne intervened before Draco can reply to that statement. "You're usually not this grumpy in a Sunday afternoon."

"Did something happen back on Friday night?" Blaise inquires curiously, gazing at his best friend. His eyes, for some reason, was twinkling as if he knew something.

Alex continued to eat her mash potato, wondering what happen in Friday night. She literally forgot until she saw a certain Gryffindor sauntering in the Great Hall with his two posse and then she finally remembered.

"Alex?"

The Slytherin girl snapped out from her thoughts and stare at her friends, "What? Nothing happen on… Friday night. Pfft." She dropped her fork on the plate. "Well I got to… do homework! Later!" She quickly got up from the table and literally ran out the Great Hall before her best friends can even ask her more questions.

Once she reached a hallway, Alex scowled. Why couldn't she just tell them that Potter was stalked her that night? She ran her hand through her hair; everything seems to be… crumbling down on her.

She sees her big brother heading her way; Justin noticed her and only gave her a glare and walked off to the Great Hall.

"He still won't talk to me." Alex muttered, watching as Justin made his way to the Great Hall.

She walked towards the wall, leaned against it and slid down. She just wished everything was back how it used to be. Before that incident, she wishes that never happen. If that incident didn't happen, Justin would still be talking to her while she torments him.

Tears welled up on her eyes. Fuck. Don't cry Russo! Alex shut her eyes tight, covered her face with her hands. She didn't want anyone to see her in her weakest moment.

"Alex, what's wrong?"

Alex tore away from her hands and looked up. "Daph, nothing is wrong."

Daphne gave her a disbelief look but she sat down next to her. "Alex, we're really worried about you."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry for worrying you guys like that." Alex sincerely said, laying her head on Daphne's shoulder.

"You guys will eventually talk someday. Just give him time." said Daphne, assuring her. She felt a nod from her shoulder. "What happen on Friday night?"

Alex rolled her eyes and snorted, "Potter found me in the Astronomy Tower."

"Ugh. No surprise there. He's been literally stalking Draco. Then he stops at one point when he found us shagging." Daphne grinned, when her best friend gave her a disgusted look.

"Oh great, no wonder he stalked me on Friday night." said Alex dryly.

"Haha, sorry. Besides, he'll stop stalking you soon. Potter is only stalking Draco because Dray is the son of a Death Eater." Daphne explained disgust in her tone. "And Potter is suspicious on half of the Slytherins right now. Don't you notice how he constantly looks over at us?"

"Actually, no. I don't pay attention to heroes. They're such a bore."

Daphne only let out a laugh and patted her friend on the back."Whatever you say, Alex."

!-!-!-!-!-!

"Merlin, you fucking everywhere now, Potter." She slapped the helping hand away and helped herself up. Alex dusted off the dirt of her uniform and glared at the Golden Boy. "Stalking me again?"

"No, we have the same class right now, Russo." Potter talked back. Alex was surprised to even talk like that but shrugs anyways.

"Actually, we don't." Alex stalked past him and continued to walk down the hallway. In truth, they did have class together but Alex never shows up in Transfiguration. She hated that old bat, McGonagall and she didn't even know how she even got into N.E.W.T level class. Ugh! She headed towards the courtyard seeing that it's filled with 7th years studying for their upcoming exams.

Most of these 7th years knew her but she didn't know them. Everybody knew her as 'I'm-Bored-So-I'm-Going-To-Prank-Random-People-So-Watch-Out!'. Everybody feared if they were the victim. Like that one 7th year Hufflepuff in the corner of the courtyard, shivering madly. He was terrified of her; nobody knew what Alex had done but let's just say that it wasn't a pretty picture. It was just a whole bunch of caramel, toilet paper, fairy dust and fire. Alex likes playing with fire.

Alex made her way to the path to the Quidditch Field. She needed to clear her mind. Her life was cracking, it wasn't the same anymore.

Justin and she would never be the same.

Max and she well they're still the same but Alex could tell that Max mature a bit. Heck, he was doing better than she was when she was in her 4th year.

Once she arrived at the Quidditch Pitch, she walked over to the Slytherin Locker Room. She doesn't play Quidditch or anything like that (banned, don't ask) but she loved to fly. It makes her feel free from her problems and helps her clear her mind. She scowled to find that the brooms were all gone. Damn.

She walked out the Locker Room and her eyes landed on the Gryffindor Locker Room. Firebolt sounded nice in her head. It was fast and probably the fastest broom right now she could steal other than Draco's Asteroid Meteor broom, the platinum blonde treasured that broom and possibly hid it from her.

"Alohamora." Alex said, pointing the wand at the lock to the Gryffindor Locker Room. She grinned when it unlocked it self and Alex kicked the door open. She casually walked in as if this was the Slytherin Locker Room and went all the way to the back to find the broom shed. There, in the middle was the Firebolt. She took it from the shed, walked out, put the locked on again and went to the pitch.

She is so keeping this broom afterward.

Uh-oh... Potter won't have a broom anymore...

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