Alexandra Weasley: Book 5

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The muggle world was strange. That was Alexandra's main thought. They'd gone through a weird contraption- a train called an underground service. She followed after Tonks and Moody who'd led them across London.

After her amnesia, she'd flooed directly to St Mungo's so she had never seen this entrance.

"Dad!" She gave him a hug the minute they were let in his room. "How do you feel? Did they give you some numbing potion?"

"I'm fine." He said with a smile. "I can hardly feel a thing, I promise." She looked worriedly at him and he reached up and put his hand on her cheek. "You don't need to worry, sweetie."

"But-"

"I feel absolutely fine." He promised as Ginny tugged Alexandra out of the way to hug their father. "If they could only take the bandages off, I'd be fit to go home."

"Why can't they take them off, Dad?" Fred asked.

"Well, I start bleeding like mad every time they try," Arthur said cheerfully, reaching across for his wand, which lay on his bedside cabinet, and waving it so that seven extra chairs appeared at his bedside to seat them all. "It seems there was some rather unusual kind of poison in that snake's fangs that keeps wounds open. They're sure they'll find an antidote, though; they say they've had much worse cases than mine, and in the meantime I just have to keep taking a Blood-Replenishing Potion every hour. But that fellow over there-"

"But how long is it going to take to find an antidote? You can't keep taking blood replenishing potions." Alexandra cut in, not sitting on her chair.

"It will be fine." He assured his daughter. She didn't look convinced.

"Will you be careful? Listen to the healers and don't try to get out before you're ready."

"Of course." He assured.

It didn't take long for Fred and George to attempt to get questions and they were all kicked out. Alexandra sat next to Ginny.
"Dad's going to be fine." Ginny said. Alexandra nodded. "He'll be out of here way before Christmas and you can go to the potions contest and win."

"The contest! I forgot!" Alexandra frowned. "I can't do it now. I'm going to have to write to Professor Dumbledore and back out."

"You can't do that." Ron came and sat beside her. Harry and the twins were fiddling with extendable ears. "You can't quit."

"I'm not quitting. There are just more important things. Dad's hurt. I can't go."

"If you don't go, then Danny goes. And Danny cannot go. If he goes, he'll lose because he's an evil, vile, slimy craphead." Ginny said.

"How eloquent of you, Ginevra." She teased. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"You can get away with calling Ron Ronald, but I thought we agreed you would never ever call me that again!"

"Why is it that all of you hate your full names? Bill, Charlie, you, Ron. Fred, George and Percy don't have a name to shorten, but the rest of you don't like full name."

"Because we've got horribly old fashioned names. At least yours can pass as modern."

"It's from Greek ages."

"Yeah, but it's timeless. Ginevra sounds like a grandmother's name. And don't change the subject. You can't give up the contest. You've been dreaming about it since you found out it existed and that you would just about qualify to enter."

"But dad-"

"Das would want you to go for it. We'll ask him if you don't believe me."

Hermione came over the next day. Alex stayed holed up in her room, under the guise of studying for the contest. Ginny was right, her father wouldn't let her back out.

Eventually Hermione did come in to talk to her. Alexandra smiled pleasantly.
"Hey, Hermione."

"Hi, how are you?"

"Nervous." She answered. Hermione sat on the edge of her bed.

"Harry spoke to me."

"He's been acting so weird lately. He keeps saying he won't play along and I genuinely have no idea what he's talking about."

"Alex..." Hermione said.

"Alexandra. Remember?"

"Hey, it's me. I've never judged you for anything and I never will. I love you, so you don't have to pretend with me."

"Pretend what?" Hermione searched her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"You really have no idea what I'm talking about?" Alexandra shook her head.

"No clue. Why are you being so strange? What did Harry say? I mean, I think I nodded off for a second when he came into the room but I woke up pretty quick. I'm not sure I even slept, because he hadn't even moved. And that's when he started acting weird and saying I wouldn't get away with it."

"But you don't remember anything?" Alexandra frowned.

"Remember what? There's nothing to remember."

"Hey, look at me." Hermione leaned closer. "Has anything like this happened before? You falling asleep and waking to something strange?"

"No... well, yes. I came upstairs when we got here, but I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up the room was trashed. Papers ripped up, and soaked. I don't know where the water even came from, but nothing was legible. Notebooks with torn pages too."

"Anything else? Any other time?" Hermione pressed.

"No. Not that I know of. Hermione, what are you thinking?"

"I think you could be sleep walking." She said.

"But Harry-?"

"I think Harry might have jumped to conclusions. You were probably dreaming about a memory and Harry thought you had all your memories?"

"What about my room?"

"I don't know. It could be you subconsciously trying to get rid of any reminders of Alex. We already know that deep down, you don't want to remember certain stuff."

"Yeah. And I'm not going to try to get those memories back."

"You're not?" Hermione paused.

"My parents are surprised when I hug them or do anything that resembles acting like an actual daughter. Whatever happened to me that I would make them feel that way, I don't want to know."

"Oh. Okay. That's good."

"But, if I'm sleepwalking and sleep- doing things, then I need to fix that."

"Last time you started sleepwalking, you weren't sleeping enough. You seem to be doing better on that, but you could start seeing Shay again."

"Who?"

"The mind healer. She's already been checked out and even old you admitted she was legitimate."

"Oh, okay. How do I do that?"

"I can talk to your mum. And you can start seeing her when we go back to Hogwarts. You used to use Dumbledore's personal floo network for your appointments so I'm sure you can do that again."

"Right. Thanks."

A/N- So, um... this is not the end of Shay. I love her.

Favourite line is '"If you don't go, then Danny goes. And Danny cannot go. If he goes, he'll lose because he's an evil, vile, slimy craphead." Ginny said.' Because lmfao I love Ginny.