[FRED'S POV]
''I'm serious Dumbledore!'' I said, ''I know that something is wrong with Lexi! She has never acted like this before!''
''Calm down now, Mr Weasley. I'm sure everything will be fine, she just needs some time alone. After all, miss Lestrange forgot quite a lot and it must be very hard for her to deal with that.'' He said with a calm voice, almost too calm. I was about to respond but then the door to his office opened and Lexi walked in.
''What are you staring at?'' She asked me, and I just shook my head.
''Okay...'' she said with a suspicious look, ''Anyway, I'm just here to tell you that I'm fine now, well, almost at least. It's quite a lot to deal with, but I'm sure I'll manage soon enough.'' she said and looked at Dumbledore, who smiled.
''See Mr Weasley? I told you that she was fine.'' He said and suddenly walked out of the room, without saying anything more. What did just happen?
''Hellooo?'' I heard her say and got a bit chocked when she was barely an inch away from me. I instantly got nervous and backed away a few steps.
''W-wha.. Uhm.. So.. You're okay now?'' I asked.
''Well, yeah, kind of'' She smiled. ''Sorry about before.. I shouldn't have hit you like that, I'm really sorry''. She said and I could tell that she felt guilty and sad about that, just by looking at her face. I told her that it wasn't her fault and that anyone would have reacted like that.
[LEXI'S POV]
I layed down on my bed and sighed loudly. That was quite hard, but they still believed me. My father told me some details about what he needed me to do, and I wasn't planning on letting him down, so I did as he asked. First I acted like the ''old me'' and pretended like I didn't know that Fred tried to kill me, so that I wouldn't lose his trust. If he doesn't trust me it will be even harder to do the final task. My father also told me everything about everyone and about how they betrayed me. Oh, by the way, I also broke up with Blaise. My father said that I couldn't trust him right now, but that I still had to continue to be his friend in case that he'll be useful sometime. Apparently I also was one of the contestants in a triwizard tournament, well, not ''tri'' since we're five, but anyway.
One thing that did give me quite a shock, was the way that I became a death eater. Apparently I had a red mark on my arm for a long time that began to be shaped like the dark mark, and that it got completed when I was about to die. But why didn't my father just make me a death eater immediately? Well, I guess that he had his reasons, so I'm not going to bother him with that question, but still... Something seems wrong.
