The two-hour train trip sped by in Alexandra's mind. It seemed that as soon as she sat down, the conductor was announcing that they were reaching their destination. Alexandra sighed as she felt the train slow to a stop. She looked out the window at the platform. She saw many people; but none of them looked like her mother. To be fair, though, Alexandra hadn't seen her mother in person in years, but she still thought she would've recognized the woman when she saw her. Alexandra grabbed her bag and stepped off the train, looking around uncertainly.
"Alexandra Dursley?" said a deep voice. She turned and saw a tall man with thinning hair and glasses.
"Yes?" she said hesitantly.
"Come with me," he said professionally.
"I-who are you?" Alexandra demanded.
"I was told by Claridina Wretermoust that I was to escort you to her home," he said professionally.
Alexandra frowned. She saw a wand sticking out of the man's pocket, but she still wasn't sure whether she should trust this man. If he did work for her mother, after all, what type of person was he?
"Come," the man said firmly, taking her bag. "We will apperate in the alley across from the station."
Better judgment fleeing her, Alexandra followed the man. He led her to a narrow alley a short walk away. Once there, he grabbed her wrist and with a loud popping sound, their surroundings vanished, and they were standing in front of a small cottage.
"This way," the man said bristly.
Alexandra trailed behind as the man started towards the front door.
"Um, I'm sorry, but where are we?" Alexandra asked, looking around at the unfamiliar landscape.
"That is classified information," he said shortly, taking out his wand. He tapped the doorknob, and a moment later, the door swung open.
"Wait here," he instructed, tucking his wand back in his robes. He made his way up a flight of stairs, leaving Alexandra to look around the house.
It looked much bigger than she would've thought based on the outside, which she suspected, was the result of magic.
She heard footsteps, and saw Claridina Wretermoust descend down the stairs.
Alexandra felt her insides tense up as the woman approached her.
"Alexandra Dursley," Claridina spoke, smiling. "Returning to me at last."
Alexandra didn't reply.
"Well," Claridina continued. "I imagine you must have many questions."
Alexandra nodded.
"And I will answer them all in good time, but I suspect your feeling a bit puckish after your journey. Come, I will feed you."
Claridina signaled for Alexandra to follow as they went into the kitchen. There was a small house-elf at the stove stirring a large bowl.
Claridina took out her wand and sent red sparks towards the elf, causing him to jump.
"Elf," she snapped. "Get some meat for my daughter; she's traveled a long way."
"Right away, miss," the poor elf squeaked.
Alexandra felt sympathy for the elf, but didn't say anything.
"I appreciate you telling your father to call off his lawyer," Claridina told Alexandra. "I would've won in the end, no doubt, but this makes things easier."
The elf shakily slid a plate of roast beef in front of Alexandra and hurriedly ran back to the stove.
"Eat," she commanded.
Alexandra slowly rose her fork to her mouth, but then lowered it. "I don't want to stay here."
Much to her surprise, Claridina smiled. "You don't?"
"I just came here to get things sorted out," Alexandra nodded. "You're-you're bad. You killed a lot of people; the entire Ministry is looking for you."
"Are you going to turn me in?"
Alexandra pondered this. She knew that turning in her mother to Harry and the other Aurrors was the morally right thing to do, and after all she had done, Alexandra thought she deserved this, but still, turning in your own mother….
"I still haven't answered any of your questions," Claridina said. "If you stay, you'll find out everything you wanted to know, which is why you came here in the first place isn't it?"
Alexandra looked down at her plate, contemplating. "Alright," she said finally. "I'll stay."