Chapter 4 is finally here! Enjoy, hate, love, dislike, I don't care, just read... Please
3 Chapter 4: A Stay at the Leaky Cauldron
Alexis and Harry didn't even think about going back out into Muggle London after their run in with Black especially after it was reported he had attack three fully grown wizards at the same time, snapping two of their wands and keeping the last one for himself. Now, the two weren't exactly sad that the three wizards he had attacked were the three that had ambushed them but they couldn't help but to feel guilty. It was clear Black had been after Harry in the attack, after all he was a supporter of the Dark Lord, so the three men's injuries were technically Alexis and Harry's fault.
However, shopping for Harry's school supplies helped the two soon-to-be third years forget their guilt. They had a full month to do it so they didn't buy everything at once. They spent a week just browsing through Flourish and Blotts, competing to see who could find the craziest book title (Alexis won with The Necessary Book of Unnecessary Spellbooks: Book Eleven by Nectarios Uner), before buying his books. The manager was very pleased to know Harry already had his Monster Book of Monsters and therefore didn't have to risk getting bitten by one again.
Moody had given Alexis plenty of money so together she and Harry bought new robes, Harry because his old ones had become too short for him and Alexis because hers had not only become to short for her but were also becoming uncomfortably tight in newly developed areas. Alexis never mentioned this to Harry, however, after he had blushed such a bright red at the mere mention of puberty.
They also restocked Harry's potion supplies at Apothecary where they also met a great deal of odd wizards and witches. One witch, in fact, that they met, was wear a set of robes the two agreed they had seen Dumbledore wear before. She had been buying a galleon of troll mucus when they had seen her.
The rest of the summer was spent mainly outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor where the two best friends ate an unhealthy amount of ice cream while working on Harry's school work. Alexis helped him a great deal, having finished her homework at the beginning of the summer, but occasionally they were helped by Florean Fortescue himself, who, apart from knowing a great deal about medieval witch burnings, gave the two of them free ice cream every half hour.
But other then eating ice creaming and working on school work, their was one thing Alexis and Harry truly enjoyed doing and that was pacing by the Quality Quidditch Supplies store. They would do this everyday, just to catch a glimpse of the beauty lying in the window, it's sign reading:
** THE FIREBOLT **
THIS STATE-OF-THE-ART RACING BROOM SPORTS A STREAM-LINED, SUPERFINE HANDLE OF ASH, TREATED WITH A DIAMOND-HARD POLISH AND HAND-NUMBERED WITH ITS OWN REGISTRATION NUMBER. EACH INDIVIDUALLY SELECTED BIRCH TWIG IN THE BROOMTAIL HAS BEEN HONED TO AERODYNAMIC PERFECTION, GIVING THE FIREBOLT UNSURPASSABLE BALANCE AND PINPOINT PRECISION. THE FIREBOLT HAS AN ACCELERATION OF 150 MILES AN HOUR IN TEN SECONDS AND INCORPORATES AN UNBREAKABLE BRAKING CHARM. PRICE ON REQUEST.
Neither of them dared request the price, however. They knew just by looking at the marvelous broomstick it had to cost a fortune- though Harry had a fortune...
"No, we can't, you definitely can't," said Alexis. "Can you imagine having to ask the Dursleys for school supply money?"
Harry let out a whine but didn't push any further. He knew Alexis was right.
The summer past on without any incidents besides the occasional run in with people that they knew. They ran into Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, their fellow Gryffindors, at Quality Quidditch Supplies, where they too were ogling the Firebolt; they also ran into Neville Longbottom outside Flourish and Blotts. Alexis was kind enough to give him her supplies list when they discovered he had lost his. He had thanked her spasmodically before running off to tell his grandmother.
Of course, they also ran into less friendly people as well. Twice Alexis and Harry nearly ran into Professor Snape and only just managed to get out of his line of vision. Something told the two Gryffindors that even outside of school Snape would find a reason to take points from them.
Then there was their run in with Carter Swine at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. It struck Alexis as odd seeing the man who seem unable to enjoy anything standing in the middle of a colorful parlor talking to the always smiling Florean Fortescue. When Swine pointed at Alexis Mr. Fortescue shook his head disagreement but their conversation continue a little while longer. After Swine left, however, whatever he had told Fortescue about Alexis seemed to have little effect on him except Alexis catching him in the occasional stare.
"You know, your father used to come here all the time with his best mates," said Fortescue one late afternoon.
"Really?" said Harry after a mouthful of strawberry swirl ice cream.
"Oh yes," continued Fortescue. "Seeing the two of you here makes me realize just how old I am. Now mind you, James would never be caught dead doing his school work..."
When the two best friends woke up one the last day of their summer holiday, they both had high doubts they were going to see Hermione and Ron before the train ride. So the two changed, at breakfast at the bar, and were just heading to lunch after looking at the Firebolt for the last time, when someone yelled both their names.
"HARRY! HEX!"
Sitting outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, was Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Grinning, Alexis and Harry quickly made their way over to them. Ron looked extremely freckled and Hermione looked very tan. They both waved frantically at them.
"Finally!" said Ron, grinning at the two of them as they sat down. "We went to the Leaky Cauldron, but they said you two had left, and we went to Flourish and Blotts, and Madam Malkin's, and -"
"We got all my supplies already," explained Harry.
"How did you know we were staying at the Leaky Cauldron, Tails?" asked Alexis.
"Dad," said Ron simply.
Mr. Weasley, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, would of course have heard the whole story of what had happened to Marge Dursley.
"Did you really blow up your aunt, Prongs?" said Hermione in a very serious voice.
"He didn't mean to, Moony," whispered Alexis while Ron roared with laughter. "But damn did she deserve it."
"Thanks, Padfoot," said Harry. "And language."
"Right, sorry."
"It's not funny, Tails," said Hermione sharply. "Honestly, I'm amazed Harry wasn't expelled."
"So am I," admitted Harry. "Forget expelled, I thought I was going to be arrested." He looked at Ron. "Your dad doesn't know why Fudge let me off, does he?"
"Probably 'cause it's you, isn't it?" shrugged Ron, still chuckling. "Famous Harry Potter and all that. I'd hate to see what the Ministry'd do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, they'd have to dig me up first, because Mum would've killed me. Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. We're staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight too! So you can come to King's Cross with us tomorrow! Moony's there as well!"
Hermione nodded, beaming. "Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things."
"Awesome!" shouted Alexis. "The New Marauders, together again!"
Harry grinned, Ron smirked, but Hermione shook her head.
"Please tell me we're not actually adopting that title, are we?"
"What's wrong with it?" said Ron, defensively.
"It's just so," started Hermione but she let out a huff instead. "Show them your wand, Ron."
"That's Tails to you, Moony," teased Alexis while Ron pulled out a long, thin box. Hermione rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
"Look at this," said Ron. "Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. And we've got all our books -" He pointed at a large bag under his chair. "What about those Monster Books, eh? The assistant nearly cried when we said we wanted two."
"What's all that, Moony?" Harry asked, pointing at not one but three bulging bags in the chair next to her.
"Well, I'm taking more new subjects than you, aren't I," said Hermione. "Those are my books for Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, the Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies -"
"What are you doing Muggle Studies for?" said Ron. "You're Muggleborn! Your mum and dad are Muggles! You already know all about Muggles!"
"But it'll be fascinating to study them from the wizarding point of view," said Hermione earnestly.
"Are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, Moony?" asked Harry, while Alexis and Ron sniggered. Hermione ignored them.
"I've still got ten Galleons," she said, checking her purse. "It's my birthday in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present."
"How about a nice book? said Ron innocently.
"No, I don't think so," said Hermione composedly. "I really want an owl. I mean, Harry's got Hedwig and you've got Errol -"
"I don't have an owl," said Alexis. Ron nodded his head in agreement.
"I haven't either," said Ron. "Errol's a family owl. All I've got is Scabbers." He pulled his pet rat out of his pocket. "And I want to get him checked over," he added, placing Scabbers on the table in front of them. "I don't think Egypt agreed with him."
"When did you get a rat?" Alexis asked. She was surprised this was the first time she had ever seen it.
She reached out to bet the poor thing but it scurried away, frightened.
"And why doesn't it like me?"
Ron made a huffing noise and grumbled, "Not all creatures have to like you, Hex."
But that wasn't very true. Alexis got along well with all kinds of creatures whether it be Argus Filch's, Hogwarts' Caretaker, pet cat, Ms. Norris, or Hagrid's briefly owned Norwegian Ridgeback, Norbert.
"There's a magical creature shop just over there," said Harry, who, like Alexis, knew Diagon Alley very well by now. "You could see if they've got anything for Scabbers, and Hermione can get her owl."
So after paying for their ice cream, the four friends crossed the street to the Magical Menagerie.
Inside, it was very crowded. Every inch of the store walls were covered with cages of some sort and there was just barely enough room to walk with all the cages on the floor. It was smelly and very noisy because the occupants of these cages were all squeaking, squawking, jabbering, or hissing. The witch behind the counter was already advising a wizard on the care of double-ended newts, so Alexis, Harry, Hermione, and Ron waited, examining the cages.
A pair of enormous purple toads sat gulping wetly and feasting on dead blowflies. A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window. Poisonous orange snails were oozing slowly up the side of their glass tank, and a fat white rabbit kept changing into a silk top hat and back again with a loud popping noise. Then there were cats of every color, a noisy cage of ravens, a basket of funny custard-colored furballs that were humming loudly, and on the counter, a vast cage of sleek black rats that were playing some sort of skipping game using their long, bald tails.
The double-ended newt wizard left, and Ron approached the counter.
"It's my rat," he told the witch. "He's been a bit off-color ever since I brought him back from Egypt."
"Bang him on the counter," said the witch, pulling a pair of heavy black spectacles out of her pocket.
Ron lifted Scabbers out of his inside pocket and placed him next to the cage of his fellow rats, who stopped their skipping tricks and scuffled to the wire for a better took. Next to the glossy rats in the cage, Scabbers looked especially dejected.
"Hm," said the witch, picking up Scabbers. "How old is this rat?"
"Dunno," said Ron. "Quite old. He used to belong to my brother, Percy."
"What powers does he have?" said the witch, examining Scabbers closely.
"Er -"
Alexis couldn't deny she was curious to know what made Ron's rat so special but she was starting to have a feeling the reason Ron never showed him off was because he was quite useless.
The witch's eyes moved from Scabbers's tattered left ear to his front paw, which had a toe missing, and tutted loudly.
"He's been through the mill, this one," she said.
"He was like that when Percy gave him to me," said Ron defensively.
"An ordinary common or garden rat like this can't be expected to live longer than three years or so," said the witch. "Now, if you were looking for something a bit more hard-wearing, you might like one of these -"
She indicated the black rats, who promptly started skipping again. Ron muttered, "Show-offs."
"Well, if you don't want a replacement, you can try this rat tonic," said the witch, reaching under the counter and bringing out a small red bottle.
"Okay," said Ron. "How much - OUCH!"
A giant, orange something soared off the top of the cages and onto Ron's head. It began wildly swiping for Scabbers, who, in the panic, Ron had let go of.
"NO, CROOKSHANKS, NO!" cried the witch, but Scabbers scampered for the door.
"Scabbers!" Ron shouted, racing out of the shop after him; Harry followed while Alexis caught the orange mess before it could charge out after them. Once in her arms, it started purring.
"Oh, look at it, Hex," said Hermione. "What a gorgeous little cat."
"It is?" said the witch, surprised.
The cat's ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but it was definitely a bit bowlegged and its face looked grumpy and oddly squashed, as though it had run headlong into a brick wall. There was nothing pretty about this cat, nor was it little. In fact, it looked like it could have been a small tiger. Nonetheless, Alexis agreed with Hermione full heartedly.
"Can I hold it?" asked Hermione.
Alexis handed the cat to her which in turn continued purring, if not twice as much, in Hermione's arms.
"You called it Crookshanks?"
The witch behind the counter nodded.
"Yes ma'am. Crookshanks been here forever. Nobody wants him."
The look in Hermione's eyes told Alexis all she need to know. Two Galleons later, Hermione was carrying her new pet out of the Magical Menagerie, smiling ear to ear, while Alexis carried a bottle of rat tonic. They found the boys standing outside waiting for them.
"You bought that monster?" said Ron, his mouth hanging open.
"He's gorgeous, isn't he?" said Hermione, glowing.
"Moony, that thing nearly scalped me!" said Ron.
"He didn't mean to, did you, Crookshanks?" said Hermione.
The cat made a loud purring noise before rubbing his head into Hermione's neck.
"And what about Scabbers?" said Ron, pointing at the lump in his chest pocket. "He needs rest and relaxation! How's he going to get it with that thing around?"
"That reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic," said Alexis, slapping the small red bottle into Ron's hand. "Quit worrying, Crookshanks will be sleeping in the girls' dormitory and Scabbers in the boys, what's the problem?"
Ron grumbled the whole way back to the Leaky Cauldron. When they arrived, they found a tall, ginger headed man sitting at the bar reading the Prophet. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, Mr. Weasley.
"Harry!" he said, smiling as he looked up. "How are you?"
"Fine, thanks," said Harry. He nudged Alexis forward. "This is Alexis, Hex, this is Mr. Weasley."
Mr. Weasley smiled kindly at her but Alexis could only smile faintly. Mr. Weasley, as mentioned before, worked for the Ministry of Magic, which meant he, no matter how indirectly, worked for the Minister of Magic.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Miss Alexis," said Mr. Weasley while shaking her hand. "Fred and George speak very highly of you- though I don't know if that's a good thing- and Ron does too."
"Well I'm glad to know Percy doesn't," Alexis teased.
Mr. Weasley put down his paper, and Alexis saw the now unnecessarily familiar picture of Sirius Black staring up at her.
"Still haven't caught him, then?" she said.
"No," said Mr. Weasley, looking extremely grave. "They've pulled us all off our regular jobs at the Ministry to try and find him, but no luck so far."
"Would we get a reward if we caught him?" asked Ron. "It'd be good to get some more money -"
"Don't be ridiculous, Ron," said Mr. Weasley. "Black's not going to be caught by a thirteen-year-old wizard. It's the Azkaban guards who'll get him back, You mark my words."
At that moment Mrs. Weasley entered the bar, laden with shopping bags and followed by the twins, Fred and George, who were about to start their fifth year at Hogwarts, and the newly elected Head Boy, Percy..
Percy held out his hand solemnly as though he and Harry had never met and said, "Harry. How nice to see you."
"Hello, Percy," said Harry, trying not to laugh.
"I hope you're well?" said Percy pompously, shaking hands. He turned to Alexis and greeted her in a similar manner, Alexis, however, did not even attempt holding back her laugher.
"Harry! Hex!" exclaimed Fred and George, pushing Percy out of the way. They each took one of their hands: Fred Harry's, George Alexis, and shook them vigorously.
"Simply splendid to see you, old boy -" started Fred.
"It's been ages milady -" said George.
Harry was grinning while Alexis fell into a fit of laughter.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum!" said Fred, as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand, too. "How really corking to see you -"
"I said, that's enough," said Mrs. Weasley, depositing her shopping in an empty chair. "Hello, Harry, dear. I suppose you've heard our exciting news?" She pointed to the brand-new silver badge on Percy's chest. "Second Head Boy in the family!" she said, swelling with pride.
"And last," Fred muttered under his breath.
"I don't doubt that," said Mrs. Weasley, frowning suddenly. "I notice they haven't made you two prefects."
"What do we want to be prefects for?" said George, looking revolted at the very idea. "It'd take all the fun out of life."
Another fit of laughter escaped Alexis as well as Harry.
Mrs. Weasley turned towards them and smiled kindly at Alexis.
"And you must be Miss Alexis," she said. "The boys have all talked about you."
"Merlin help me," Alexis muttered but her smile didn't wavier.
Dinner that night was very similar to the Christmas Feast during Alexis's first year. Tom the innkeeper had put three tables together in a private room, and the six Weasleys, Alexis, Harry, and Hermione ate their way through five delicious courses.
Alexis was in the middle of telling Hermione about the interesting facts on the medieval witch hunt Florean Fortescue had told her when Fred spoke.
"How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?"
"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley.
Everyone looked up at him.
"Why?" said Percy curiously.
"It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them-"
"- for Humongous Bighead," said Fred.
Everyone except Percy and Mrs. Weasley snorted into their pudding, though Alexis patted Percy on the back as reassuring as someone could while laughing.
"Why are the Ministry providing cars, Father?" Percy asked again, in a dignified voice.
"Well, as we haven't got one anymore," said Mr. Weasley, "and as I work there, they're doing me a favor..."
Alexis caught Harry making the same look she was making at Mr. Weasley. Something about the way he had said that was questionable.
"Good thing, too," said Mrs. Weasley. "Do you realize how much luggage you've all got between you? A nice sight you'd be on the Muggle Underground...You are all packed, aren't you?"
"Ron hasn't put all his new things in his trunk yet," said Percy. "He's dumped them on my bed."
"You'd better go and pack properly, Ron, because we won't have much time in the morning," Mrs. Weasley called down the table. Ron scowled at Percy. "And you, Harry, Alexis, are you two packed?"
"Never unpacked," said the two of them together. An equally amused grin crossed their faces.
"Would you like Fred and George to move your trunk into Hermione's room after dinner then, Alexis?"
Alexis lifted an eyebrow, surprised and confused.
"Why would they do that?" she asked.
"Well, you don't want to sleep in Harry's-"
"Why wouldn't I want sleep with Harry? We've been sleeping together all month."
To her left, Percy was gagging on his water; across from her, the twins looked like they were going to explode with laughter; next to the twins, Ron was as red as his hair and Hermione was covering her mouth to control her giggling. Mr. Weasley looked very, very amused while Mrs. Weasley looked dumbstruck. It took three seconds and a very long glance at Harry, who was opening and closing his mouth like a guppy, to realize what she had said.
"NOT LIKE THAT!" she yelled but by now the twins had fallen out of their chairs in laughter while Mr. Weasley patted the still choking Percy on the back.
"Looks like Wood was right about those two, Georgie," said a very grinning Fred once his laughter started to subside.
Harry began blushing madly again but Alexis raised a questionable eyebrow before remembering what Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, had told her during her first year.
'Oh come now Hex. We all know the two of you fancy each other...'
"Anyway," said Alexis, ignoring the twins and her desire to blush, "no, Mrs. Weasley, I'm going to stay in room eleven."
"And sleep in her bed while I sleep in mind," Harry added, still as red as Ron's hair.
The rest of dinner was rather quiet minus the few outburst of laughter from the twins and Alexis, who had taken the awkward situation a great deal better then Harry. After dinner everyone felt very full and sleepy. One by one they made their way upstairs to their rooms to check their things for the next day. Ron and Percy were next door to Alexis and Harry.
"Well that was..." started Harry but he stopped when Alexis grinned at him. "What?"
"Did you see Mr. Weasley's face?" she snickered. "I mean, after getting over the embarrassment of saying that, the Weasley reactions were all very comical."
"But what was so funny about-"
"He looked just like the twins!" Alexis said, laughing fully. "I mean, almost a carbon copy. Ministry or not, that guy is cool."
Harry rolled his eyes at his best friend. He had just closed and locked his own trunk when he shot his head up at Alexis.
"What's up?" Alexis said.
"I think I left my necklace at the bar."
Rolling her eyes, Alexis closed her trunk and turned towards the door, Harry right on her heels. They ignored the arguing coming from Percy and Ron's room and headed down the stairs.
"Why did you even take it off?" Alexis whispered.
"I-"
Harry stopped in place. He was standing right outside the private room they had just eaten in and Alexis knew why too. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were arguing but more importantly, they were arguing about Alexis and Harry.
Instantly, the two moved closer to the door and listened.
"...but keeping it a secret is wrong," Mr. Weasley was saying heatedly. "Fudge just thinks keeping the Alexis away from Harry will keep him safe but she doesn't even know! They both should know. I've tried to tell Fudge, but he insists on treating Harry like a child and Alexis like a common criminal. He's thirteen years old and Alexis is-"
"Arthur, enough!" said Mrs. Weasley shrilly. "I understand that this Alexis girl is Harry's best friend and both Ron and Hermione speak very highly of her but Fudge is the Minister for a reason. Besides, Arthur, the truth would terrify them! Do you really want to send Harry back to school with that hanging over him? And Alexis? Can you imagine if the poor girl knew that was why- for heaven's sake, their happy not knowing!"
"I don't want to make them miserable, I want to put them on their guard!" retorted Mr. Weasley. "Harry is practically family, Molly, and Alexis seems like such a sweet kid, despite what the Minister thinks. Even Malfoy, Merlin forgive me for agreeing with the bastard, doesn't see her as a threat and I'll admit when I first heard that I didn't like the girl, but Ron and the twins and especially Harry care about her so I do too! But the two are attracted to trouble! They've both ended up in the Forbidden Forest, Harry twice! But they mustn't do that this year! When I think what could have happened to them that night they ran away from home! If the Knight Bus hadn't picked them up or they hadn't stayed together, I'm prepared to bet one of them would have been dead before the Ministry found them."
"But they're not dead, they're fine, so what's the point -"
"Molly, they say Sirius Black's mad, and maybe he is, but he was clever enough to escape from Azkaban, and that's supposed to be impossible. It's been three weeks, and no one's seen hide nor hair of him, and I don't care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet, we're no nearer catching Black than inventing self-spelling wands. The only thing we know for sure is what Black's after -"
"But they'll be perfectly safe at Hogwarts."
"We thought Azkaban was perfectly safe. If Black can break out of Azkaban, he can break into Hogwarts."
"But no one's really sure that Black's after Harry-"
There was a thud on wood followed by soft cursing. Alexis was sure Mr. Weasley had just smashed his fist into the table.
"Molly, how many times do I have to tell you? They didn't report it in the press because Fudge wanted it kept quiet, but Fudge went out to Azkaban the night Black escaped. The guards told Fudge that Blacks been talking in his sleep for a while now. Always the same words: 'He's at Hogwarts...he's at Hogwarts.' Black is deranged, Molly, and he wants Harry dead. If you ask me, he thinks murdering Harry will bring You-Know-Who back to power. Black lost everything the night Harry stopped You-Know-Who, and he's had twelve years alone in Azkaban to brood on that..."
There was a silence. Alexis and Harry leaned still closer to the door, desperate to hear more.
"But you don't think Alexis would... She seems like such a sweet..."
"Molly," sighed Mr. Weasley, "I have high doubts that Alexis would even dream of helping that madman but people have made wrong judgement calls before. Look at Black, they trusted him..."
Another long silence filled the air. Harry gripped Alexis's hand tightly, trying to comfort her if she needed it but Alexis was still trying to figure out what was going on.
"Well, Arthur, you must do what you think is right. But you're forgetting Albus Dumbledore. I don't think anything could hurt Harry at Hogwarts while Dumbledore's Headmaster. I suppose he knows about all this?"
"Of course he knows. We had to ask him if he minds the Azkaban guards stationing themselves around the entrances to the school grounds. He wasn't happy about it, but he agreed."
"Not happy? Why shouldn't he be happy, if they're there to catch Black?"
"Dumbledore isn't fond of the Azkaban guards," said Mr. Weasley heavily. "Nor am I, if it comes to that...but when you're dealing with a wizard like Black, you sometimes have to join forces with those you'd rather avoid."
"If they save Harry -"
"¨C then I will never say another word against them," said Mr. Weasley wearily. "It's late, Molly, we'd better go up..."
Immediately, Alexis and Harry ran to the bar and grabbed Harry's necklace. They stayed their for several minutes, waiting to make sure Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were gone before quietly making their way back up the stairs.
"Going to go 'sleep' you two?" teased Fred as they reached the top of the stairs.
"Yeah, Fred," said Alexis dryly, "want to come?"
The wittier of the Weasley twins shut up as George started heaving with laughter. Alexis and Harry however did not enjoy the joke as much. When they reached their room neither of them spoke until they were fully ready for bed.
"Padfoot?" Harry whispered in the dark.
"Yeah Prongs?" breathed Alexis.
"You think we'd be more scared, wouldn't you?"
Alexis let out a snort.
"Honestly," she said, "I'm more confused then anything. Why would I help this Black guy? If I had wanted to I would have let him get you while we were in London."
"Yeah," yawned Harry. "The real problem is the fact that I have no chance of going to Hogmead now..."
"That's the spirit," Alexis yawned, closing her eyes. "A madman is after you, people suspect your best friend might help him get to you, and you're worried about going to Hogmead. Way to keep your priorities straight..."
Thank you guest for pointing out my mistake with Ginny. As I've said I don't have another set of eyes checking my work (my sister is on vacation) so I really appreciate it.
As for the dinner scene, if you didn't like it or found it inappropriate, sorry. It was based off a very similar situation (no I don't know the Weasleys and I've never been to the Leaky Cauldron, I'm talking about the conversation) in my life that I thought would be very Alexis Lestrangeish so I added it. The conversation is almost identical to the real ones but with a HP twist to it.
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