Alex was in and out of consciousness for two weeks. Whatever the spell had been, it was unrecorded in all of the spell books that Hermione checked. Harry and Ron joined the nightly rotation duty of the Aile Guard, to help the four enforcers of Ravenclaw keep up with their other duties. Blaise felt a constant ache over his chest when he was absent from her side and he knew that she was aware of what was going on around her. He went straight to the Wing after classes, only leaving the bedside to feed Eirian.

Draco and Ginny postponed the wedding until Alex recovered (they were sure that she would) and were now training the Ravenclaws between them. The Ravenclaws set up their own watch system for their Envolé, never leaving her alone for more than a minute. They read to her, sang, or played an instrument. Madame P promised that she could hear them, and encouraged the students to talk to her.

Most of the time she just lay on her back, hands folded eerily across her stomach. The times she was conscious she was violent, tossing in her bed and silently pleading with whatever held her. At these times, the nurse would send for Blaise, who was the only one who could calm her.

This pattern continued until the fourteenth day of her hospitalization. Her body had healed three days into the bed rest; it was her mind that was held captive. Finally whatever held her released her consciousness and she came to full awakening with a gasp. Her body began trembling as she curled onto her side, breaths coming in harsh gulps. She reached a shaking hand across the bed towards the chair Blaise normally occupied, finding him absent. Exhausted she closed her eyes and fell into her first natural sleep in weeks.

-.-

Blaise heard the news from Elizabeth Holland in potions. Without waiting for Snape to dismiss him he exited the dungeons and sprinted towards the hospital wing.

'Hell if I get a detention I'll just blow up something and he'll let me go.' Blaise mused, rounding the corner and colliding with somebody with enough force to be knocked back on his ass.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing you great oaf!" Blaise heaved himself to his feet and twitched his robes back into place.

"Is that any way to greet an old friend? Or have you forgotten us?" A sarcastic voice replied, causing Blaise to actually look at the people he crashed into.

"Forge?" Blaise yelped, hugging them both enthusiastically.

"Erm…nice to see you too mate…" Fred muttered, pushing the boy away and turning to whisper to his twin, "Is he off his bloody rocker?"

"No! I have a girl now you two! My very own…and I need to go see her now. You guys come you'll love her!" Blaise grabbed an ear on each twin and yanked them down the corridor with him. "Her name's Alexandria and she is brilliant. I'm in love with her and you two will love her as well. She was attacked two weeks ago, but that's probably why you're here isn't it? I heard you'd been recruited by the Order. It explains the new 'professor aides' that have been showing up around the school since the attack. McGonagall knows what she's doing."

Blaise trailed off as he suddenly fell asleep where he stood, one foot lifted comically. A slight snore tipped the twins off as they jerked themselves free with a scowl. They cocked their eyebrows at the sleeping boy, and they looked at each other with identical (pun intended) grins.

"Hey Gred?"

"Yes Forge?"

"I think that our buddy here needs some sleep, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh yes, and you know the best beds are in the Girl's dorms."

"Wouldn't let him have anything less than the best now would we, dear brother?"

"Of course not Brother mine. Now, shall we?"

And the twins proceeded to cart off an unsuspecting Blaise to the Gryffindor Den.

-.-

Meanwhile Alex was staring at Ginny in horror, "I've been asleep for two weeks? It's felt like longer than that. There are things that I must tell everyone, things I learned while my mind was trapped. As soon as I am released we need to gather the court. Have I said anything?"

"Nope. And you have seriously fouled up my wedding plans. I hope you're happy." Ginny said crossly, folding her arms and Alex made a face.

"Gee, so sorry my near death experience threw off your wedding plans. Hope the caterer isn't going to be booked!" Alex said huffily, turning her head to the side.

Pansy burst out laughing, moving to prop Alex up on her pillows. "You know we love you right?"

"I love you too Pansy. You wouldn't get away with half the stuff you do if I didn't." Alex blinked, "Why do I love you again?"

"Because I am a hott mess and you can't resist me." Pansy replied, throwing a bridal book down in Alex's lap. "Now the bride's maid dresses begin on pg 879. We like all of the ones on the first page, none of the second page…."

Alex tuned Pansy out and examined the scars left on her arms. 'At least they healed into that white color and aren't pink or something. What the hell happened anyway? I was coming back and then it's like my memory went 'poof' and was all JK about that remembering thing, we decided to delete that file. Our bad. The system, like, cleared all that out the other day and you were just sleeping.'

Alex was aware of movement just before a bucket of cold water was promptly dumped on her head. She shrieked and jolted her torn shoulder, glaring up at Millicent, who shrugged airily and moseyed over to the other guest chair. She picked up a "Witch Wedding" issue and flipped through it. "How about having it on the moor?"

Ginny tore her eyes away from the fuming Alex to study the picture, "Draco said think "happy thoughts" I don't think a grey moor is the best idea of "happy"."

Millicent nodded and kept turning, "Horse-back?"

"Too….old west." Ginny replied, moving away from the bed and picking up her discarded wedding planner. It had a date circled in bright green (of course) and with the words "End of my Life" written on it in untidy scrawl.

'Damn Draco and his evil green pen.' Ginny had tried erasing the words hundreds of times, but every time she thought she succeeded, the words flashed 'I love you' then went back to the original message.

"I think you should have it here. I mean it is one of the safest places in the WW and it's got an awesome kitchen." Pansy muttered, rolling her eyes at Alex's attempt to make a weapon out of jell-o. She glared at the mass of purple before pushing it away.

"You couldn't tell by eating it." Alex grumbled, poking what appeared to be chicken, but in reality tasted like a newt stewed in toe jam. 'Eww….stupid pain potions. Make me say stupid things.'

Her honest side laughed, 'You don't need potions to make you say stupid things. You do that all by yourself.'

"Shut up." She growled, just as Madame P was asking how she was feeling today. "Erm…sorry Madame P. Was a little confused for a minute there. I'm all better now."

"Very good miss Alex. Now take your potion and go to sleep." She thrust a bright white potion into Alex's hands and eyed her while she chugged it. "Good night miss Alex."

"G'night….page 97, third dress…."She mumbled as she closed her eyes.

Curiously, Pansy turned to that page and her jaw dropped in shock. 'Perfect.'

-.-