Even though it was Christmas, Alexandra felt terrible. Any minute now, her and her father would drive over to Harry's for Christmas dinner, and she would have to find and steal the necklace. She had never been so nervous about anything in her life. What if Harry caught her? What if she couldn't find it and Harry saw the name on the chain and investigated it further…
"Alexandra, come on," Dudley called from the car. "We need to get going!"
Alexandra felt her stomach twist. This was it.
The whole ride to Godric's Hollow, Alexandra couldn't think of anything else but the necklace. All she knew was that she couldn't wait to get his over. When they reached Harry's house, Alexandra and Dudley walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
"Hi," Ginny greeted them, answering the door. "There's been a change of plans. We're eating here tonight instead of at my parent's house. My dad had a, er, bit of a mishap in the kitchen."
Alexandra blinked. Well, this would certainly make her task a good deal easier. She'd have a lot more time, at least, to look for the necklace.
"Everyone's here," Ginny continued, letting them in. "They're in the living room. We're probably going to be eating in about an hour."
"Hi, Alexandra," Fred greeted her as she walked into the living room. He was sprawled out in front of the Potter's fireplace playing a game of gobstones with Albus and Hugo.
"Hi," she replied sitting down next to them. She hoped they couldn't hear her heart beating. She looked around. Harry was preoccupied talking to Bill and Teddy about something. She wondered if now would be a good time to look for the necklace.
She didn't even have the slightest idea where to first look for it. How could she find something that small in this house?
"Alexandra, you want to play winner?" Albus asked, pulling her out of her daze.
"Er, sure," she nodded. "I'll just run to the bathroom really quick…"
"It's down the hall by the front door," Albus told her.
"Thanks."
Alexandra looked at Harry and made sure he was still in deep conversation before she quickly backed out of the room. She headed towards the hallway. She had never been in this part of the house before. She opened one of the doors and saw it was the bathroom. There was only one other door in the corridor, and Alexandra carefully opened it.
It must've been Harry's office; it was very cluttered, with papers all around the desk and all sorts of odd gadgets around the room. Alexandra cautiously stepped into the room, almost expecting some sort of alarm to go off.
All right, Alexandra told herself. Let's find that necklace and get out.
She looked around the desk, underneath the papers and books, making sure to leave everything where it had been. Nothing. She looked in the large cabinet by the window, but found nothing but a large basin with some sort of silvery stuff in it. She even looked through the books on the bookshelves, thinking maybe the necklace was hidden behind one of the books, but had no success.
She was going to have to give up soon and head back to the living room before someone got suspicious. She was just about to exit the room when she took another look at the desk and saw that there was a small drawer that she must've missed before.
It's worth a shot, she thought to herself as she pulled at the drawer, but found that it was locked.
Alexandra cursed under her breath. She felt her wand in her pocket, and she took a deep breath. She knew it was illegal, but what other choice did she have? Then again, if she used her wand and the Ministry of Magic was alerted, well, she'd be in far more trouble.
As she was contemplating this dilemma, she spotted a knife on the desk. Alexandra picked it up and examined it. Yes…this could work. Maybe she could pick the lock with this…
She slid the tip of the knife into the lock and jiggled it around. She heard a click after only a few seconds, and when she tried again to pull the drawer open, she was able to.
Alexandra looked through the contents of the drawer. She wondered why on earth Harry would have some of these things locked up. There was a bit of a broken mirror, a picture of a man with dark hair who had his arm draped around a red haired woman, and some sort of pouch. Then, as she moved an old copy of The Quibbler out of the way, she saw some sort of gold chain. She picked it up and examined the clasp, and sure enough, she saw her mother's name. She quickly shut the drawer again and placed the knife back on the desk. She slipped the necklace into her pocket and hurried out of the office.
"There you are," Fred said as she came back into the living room. "Perfect timing, too. I just destroyed Hugo and Al, so you can go against me. Here, you can borrow some of my gobstones; I'm sure I'll win them back."
Alexandra tried to plaster a smile on her face. What had she just done? She had stolen the necklace and was going to give it back to her mother. Did that mean she was helping her in someway? No, Alexandra told herself firmly. All I'm doing is erasing any proof of our relation.