The Alexander Chronicles Year 4: The Rise of Darkness
Chapter 4: Dinner at the Burrow
Later at the same evening, Alex was relaxing on his bed, while he threw a rubber ball up in air and catching it, waiting for that the twins and Mr. Weasley would return with Harry. After his encounter with Ron, the two boys had made sure they would not be alone together in the same room. Alex had spent the day with the twins and had some good laughs.
Alex rose up from his bed as he heard a noise coming from the living, it sounded like someone coming from the fireplace seconds later another and then after a minute or a third one. Alex jumped off his bed and hurried down stairs as he looked forward to seeing Harry again, Harry who well was his god brother now. "Wow", Alex thought to himself, "that will get some getting used to." Alex hurried down the stairs and just as he was about to get down the last one. Mr. Weasley came though the fireplace, looking very angry.
"That wasn´t funny Fred," he yelled. "What did you give that muggle boy?"¨
"I didn´t gave him anything, "Fred responded in a voice that made Alex think that he was smiling a bit. "I just dropped it. It him who chose to eat it, I didn´t ask him to."
Alex were moving quietly down the stairs as Mr. Weasley shorted again, "We both know you dropped it on purpose. You knew he was on a diet."
"How big did his tongue get dad," George asked and Alex had to try really hard not to bust out laughing, they had given Harry´s pig of a cousin one of their prank candies, from the sound of it; it had been the one that made the victim's tongue grew big. Alex smiled, thinking that the muggle deserved it. He was one of those who had made Harry´s life hard in fact; you could say he had gotten off to easy.
"It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!"
This time Alex couldn't stop himself from laughing, and neither could Harry and the twins. And who could blamed them, it would have looked so funny.
"It isn't funny!" Mr Weasley shouted, making everybody stop. "That sort of behaviour seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons."
"We didn´t give it to him because he is a muggle dad." Fred said indignantly.
"Yeah we gave it to him because he is a giant bullying git, isn´t he Harry?" George finished.
"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley," said Harry earnestly and Alex shrugged, why were this a big deal it was just a stupid muggle who deserved it.
"That's not the point!" raged Mr. Weasley. "You wait until I tell your mother -"
"Tell me what?" said a voice behind them. Everyone's head in the kitchen turned towards Mrs. Weasley, her eyes were presently narrowed with suspicion.
"Oh hello, Harry dear," she said, spotting him and smiled. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. "Tell me what, Arthur?"
Mr. Weasley hesitated. Alex could tell that, however angry he was with Fred, and George, he hadn't really intended to tell Mrs. Weasley what had happened. There was a silence, while Mr. Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Then Hermione and Ginny appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Mrs. Weasley.
Both of them smiled at Harry, who grinned back, Alex noticed, that Harry´s smile made Ginny go scarlet – apparently, she still had a huge crush on him.
"Tell me what, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley repeated, in a dangerous sort of voice.
"It's nothing, Molly," mumbled Mr. Weasley, "Fred and George just - but I've had words with them."
"What have they done this time?" said Mrs. Weasley. "If it's got anything to do with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes -"
"Why don't you show Harry where he be sleeping, Ron?" said Hermione from the doorway.
"He know where he be sleeping," said Ron. "Harry's sleeping in my room -"
"Right then why don´t we all go up there," Hermione said pointedly.
"Oh," said Ron, cottoning on. "Right."
Alex rolled his eyes and sighed being in the same room as Ron wasn´t really, what he had in mind right now.
"You too Alexander," Hermione said looking at him crossly.
"I don´t think so, and stop calling me Alexander." Alex said more annoyed that he intended, it was only parents that could call him Alexander, and when Hermione said in that tone it reminded him of his mother, she always used that tone when she wanted him to do something he didn´t want to. He noticed the look of hurt on Hermione was face. "Sorry that I snapped, but look it just is weird being too much around Ron."
Hermione smiled a bit, "I know, but me and Harry will be there and I need to talk with you about something."
Alex signed, realising that she was right that he wouldn´t be alone with Ron. "Fine whatever."
"Just behave and it will be fine."
"I behave if he will." Alex responded looking at Ron´s back.
"Yeah, we'll come too," said George.
"You stay where you are!" Mrs. Weasley sneered.
Harry and Ron edged out of the kitchen, and they followed by Alex, Hermione, and Ginny set off along the narrow hallway and up the rickety staircase that zigzagged through the house to the upper floors.
"What are Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked as they climbed, Alex lagging behind.
Both Ron and Ginny laughed even Alex joined in, even though Hermione looked annoyed
"Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room," Ron said quietly. "Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant; I never knew they'd been inventing all that…"
"We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things," Ginny said. "We thought they just liked the noise."
"Only, most of the stuff - well, all of it, really - was a bit dangerous," Ron added, "and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms… She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected."
"She burned it," Alex exclaimed, "why it is brilliant and the magical work behind it amazing."
"You knew about it," Ginny said looking at Alex with a smile "I knew they had someone helping them. I wouldn't tell mum though she would freak out."
"Yeah but I didn´t really help them. I mostly just talked with them hearing their ideas."
"Nice," Ginny said, "hey does you grandfather deal with this stuff?"
"Actually he is thinking about it. The twins' ideas fascinates him, but it a little away from what he normally produces." Alex said.
"Cool, anyway" Ginny continued, "however," she said looking back at Harry, who had been looking at them. "When mum burnt Fred and George stuff they had are really bad row. Mum wants them to work at the ministry like Dad and Percy; she got even madder when they told her that they would open up their own joke shop."
Just then, a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.
"Hi, Percy," said Harry. Alex merely glanced and nodded, he had briefly seen Percy earlier that day, when he was at the kitchen getting some water.
"Oh hello, Harry," said Percy who then saw Alex. "Hello, Alexander. I was wondering who was making all the noise. I'm trying to work in here, you know I've got a report to finish for the office – and it's rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs."
"We're not thundering, " Ron said irritably. "We're walking. Sorry if we've disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic."
"What are you working on?" Harry asked.
"A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation," Percy said smugly. "We're trying to standardise cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin - leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year -"
"That'll change the world, that report will," said Ron. "Front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks."
Percy went slightly pink.
"You might sneer, Ron," he said heatedly, "but unless some sort of international law is imposed we might well find the market flooded with flimsy, shallow bottomed products that seriously endanger -"
"Yeah, yeah, all right," Ron said making Alex roll his eyes and snorted not because he thought Percy´s report was interesting, but because he loved disagreeing with Ron. Ron ignored this and started upstairs again. Percy slammed his bedroom door shut. As Harry, Alex, Hermione, and Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs, shouts from the kitchen below echoed up to them. It sounded as though Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley about the toffees.
Alex gave an annoyed sigh as he entered his formers friend's bedroom for the second time this day. As soon as he stepped inside Ron´s owls started making noise.
"Shut up, Pig," said Ron, making his way to one of the two beds that had been put into the room. "You'll be staying with me of course, Harry. Hermione with Ginny, and Bonteri with Bill."
"Er - why are you calling that owl Pig?" Harry asked Ron.
"Because he's being stupid," said Ginny, "Its proper name is Pigwidgeon."
"Yeah, and that's not a stupid name at all," said Ron sarcastically. "Ginny named him," he explained to Harry. "She reckons it's sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he won't answer to anything else. So now he's Pig. I've got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that."
Alex rolled his eyes again; he liked the name Ginny had picked.
"Where's Crookshanks? Hermione" Alex asked his friend, as he hadn´t seen her cat yet, "you still have him right?"
"Yes of course I have, but I think he is in the garden," she said. "He likes chasing gnomes. He's never seen any before."
"Great", Alex said then continued in a lower voice, "you wanted to talk?"
"Yeah I would. Do you want to tell me what have happened this summer?" Hermione asked while Harry and Ron talked about Percy's work.
Alex blinked, and looked at her, "happened? Nothing have happened."
"Then why have you been acting so strange, if nothing happened?"
Alex looked away; Hermione was bound to catch on just as Daphne would do. "My mother is in prison Hermione and I had to spent my summer – my birthday without her for the first time in my life."
"That is not just that Alex, I know there is more." Hermione said grabbing Alex´s hand. "Please tell me I want to help you."
"Hermione that is all really I just need time to deal with it."
"Alex I know there is more."
Alex gulped as he tried thinking of a good lie; luckily, Harry came to his rescue. "Hermione drop it, I mean Alex lost the chance of freeing his mother last year."
Hermione quickly let go off Alex´s hand, but still gave Alex a look that showed she knew he was lying, and this conversation was far from over. "Right" she said looking at Harry, "so did you have nice summer Harry and did you get our food parcels and everything?"
"Yeah, thanks a lot," Harry grinned. "Those cakes saved my life."
"And have you heard from -?" Ron began, but at a look from Hermione, made him fell silent.
Alex knew Ron had been about to ask about his father, Sirius Black. Ron and Hermione had been so deeply involved in helping Sirius escape from the Ministry of Magic that they were almost as concerned about Harry's godfather as he and Harry was. Not that Alex was really that worried, again Sirius had been moving around fairly free since he could have watching him.
Alex had a feeling that Harry wanted say something about Sirius. However they couldn't because Ginny was in the room. Nobody knew how Sirius escaped and that he was innocent. Well nobody except but themselves, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Lupin and the once Alex had told, which were his grandfather, and Blaise.
Alex noticed Harry look at him as he was asking if he had contact with Sirius, see everybody knew that Sirius was Harry´s godfather, but Harry was the only Gryffindor that knew that Sirius was Alex´s real father.
"I think they've stopped arguing," Hermione said, to cover the awkward moment, because Ginny was looking curiously from Ron, to Harry and to Alex. "Shall we go down and help your mum with dinner?"
"Yeah, all right," Ron said.
Just as they were about to leave the room, Harry spoke up, "Actually Alex I was wondering if I could have a word with you, Harry paused and looked briefly at Ron, "in private."
Alex nodded having an idea what Harry wanted, "sure we can go to my room."
The two boy´s walked down to Bill´s room, which luckily was empty. "So Harry what is it?"
"So have you heard from Sirius?"
Alex nodded, "yes I have. Don´t worry, he is fine. He came to visit me actually for about a week ago."
Unless Alex was mistaken Harry looked a bit disappointed and jealous, but he quickly changed it into a small smile. "Great so I guess that means he really is your father then?"
"Yeah, I cheeked some ministerial recodes this summer, and they confirmed it. " Alex paused as he looked at Harry. "But don´t tell anyone about it okay."
"Why? I mean our friends knows that Sirius is innocent, so why not tell them?"
"Look I just don´t want anyone to know about it okay. I will tell it to everyone at some point, but eh look I just want to be normal for a while okay. The thing about my mother have just died down, and I don´t want it to get back, because everybody will think my mother helped Sirius because he is my father."
"Well if that is what you want I will respect it." Harry said.
"Thanks, so what about you have you heard anything from Sirius?"
Harry smiled, "Yeah I mean we haven't met up, but we have written together a lot. He have been very interested in what I have been doing, and he even sent me a card at my birthday."
Alex felt a little jealous, Sirius hadn´t been writing him, and he had only visited him, so that he could stop him from attacking Daniel, sure, they had talked about stuff, but even then, Sirius had more interested in the stuff that involved Harry, and Sirius hadn´t mentioned his birthday at all. Alex knew that it was paratactic to be jealous about this, and he was happy for Harry – still a little part of him wished that Sirius would do the same for him as he did for Harry. Alex smiled at Harry, "that is great Harry."
"Yeah it had been great having him as a godfather, I mean the threat that I have one have made the Dursleys leave me alone and that is pretty great. – So how do you feel about Sirius being your dad?"
"I don´t really know, I mean it is great I guess. I mean Sirius is great." Alex said not mentioning the other reason why he was happy that Sirius was his dad; that he was happy not being related to that filthy muggle. "But we better get downstairs I think Mrs. Weasley is waiting for us." He said charging the topic
"Whatever you say," Harry said as he moved towards the door. "God-brother."
Alex smiled a bit, "yeah okay, but don´t call me that when others can hear it or really ever again."
Harry laughed and the boys moved downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley she still angry from yelling at Fred and George but she smiled as she saw Alex and Harry, "we are eating at the garden, we just don´t have enough twelve people in here."
"Is there any think we can do to help?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Mrs. Weasley said as she grabbed her wand, "you can-" she began as she pointed her wand a potatoes in the sink, but she had did a little more vigorously than she had intended since the potatoes shot out of their skins so fast that they ricocheted off the walls and ceiling.
"Oh for heaven's sake," she snapped, now directing her wand at a dustpan, which hopped off the sideboard and started skating across the floor, scooping up the potatoes. "Those two!" she burst out savagely, now pulling pots and pans out of a cupboard, and Alex knew she meant Fred and George. "I don't know what's going to happen to them, I really don't. No ambition, unless you count making as much trouble as they possibly can…"
Mrs. Weasley slammed a large copper saucepan down on the kitchen table and began to wave her wand around inside it. A creamy sauce poured from the wand tip as she stirred.
"It's not as though they haven't got brains," she continued irritably, taking the saucepan over to the stove and lighting it with a further poke of her wand, "but they're wasting them, and unless they pull themselves together soon, they'll be in real trouble. I've had more owls from Hogwarts about them than the rest put together. If they carry on the way they're going, they'll end up in front of the Improper Use of Magic Office."
Mrs. Weasley jabbed her wand at the cutlery drawer, which shot open. Alex and Harry both jumped out of the way, as several knives soared out of it, nearly missing Alex´s face, flew across the kitchen, and began chopping the potatoes, which had just been tipped back into the sink by the dustpan.
"I don't know where we went wrong with them," said Mrs. Weasley, putting down her wand and starting to pull out still more saucepans. "It's been the same for years, one thing after another, and they won't listen to - OH NOT AGAIN!"
She had picked up her wand from the table, and it had emitted a loud squeak and turned into a giant rubber mouse. "One of their fake wands again!" she shouted. "How many times have I told them not to leave them lying around?"
Mrs Weasley grabbed her real wand and turned around to find that the sauce on the stove was smoking. "Sorry boys," she then said, "just go outside and see if you can help Bill and Charlie."
They left Mrs. Weasley and headed out the back door into the yard.
They had only gone a few paces when Hermione's bandy-legged ginger cat, Crookshanks, came pelting out of the garden, bottle-brush tail held high in the air, chasing what looked like a muddy potato on legs. Alex recognised it instantly as a gnome. Barely ten inches high, its horny little feet pattered very fast as it sprinted across the yard and dived headlong into one of the Wellington boots that lay scattered around the door. They could hear the gnome giggling madly as Crookshanks inserted a paw into the boot, trying to reach it.
Meanwhile, a very loud crashing noise was coming from the other side of the house. The source of the commotion was revealed as they entered the garden, and saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the other's out of the air. Ron was smiling, Fred and George were cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge, apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.
Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percy's head poking out of a window on the second floor.
"Will you keep it down?" he bellowed.
"Sorry, Perce," said Bill, grinning. "How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?"
"Very badly," said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut. Chuckling, Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end, and then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere.
By seven o'clock, the two tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasley's excellent cooking, and the nine Weasleys, Harry, Alex, and Hermione were settling themselves down to eat beneath a clear, deep-blue sky.
Alex was sitting next to the Weasley twins, they were telling Alex of all the ideas they had, and asked Alex how the products they had sent him had worked. The twins were flabbergasted when he told them of his adventure to the Ministry with Blaise, naturally he didn´t say why he had been there and he also left out some details of what exactly had happened. But he did told of how their charmed candy had worked.
"Great, "Fred whispered, "then now have tested all three candy types.
"Still don´t know about the tongue candy, "Alex whispered back, "it could it end up getting dangerous."
"Well we have a limit on it, but I guess. It is too big. We should also make the effect shorter right Fred?"
The twins began whispering ideas to each other, away from their mother´s hearing range, meanwhile Percy were talking to his dad about Ministry stuff, rather Percy was ranting about his cauldron report.
"I've told Mr. Crouch that I'll have it ready by Tuesday," Percy was saying pompously. "That's a bit sooner than he expected it, but I like to keep on top of things. I think he'll be grateful I've done it in good time, I mean, its extremely busy in our department just now, what with all the arrangements for the World Cup. We're just not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman -"
"I like Ludo," Mr. Weasley said mildly. "He was the one who got us such good tickets for the Cup. I did him a bit of a favour: his brother, Otto, got into a spot of trouble - a lawnmower with unnatural powers - I smoothed the whole thing over."
"Oh Bagman's likable enough, of course," Percy said dismissively, "but how he ever got to be Head of Department… when I compare him to Mr. Crouch! I can't see Mr. Crouch losing a member of our department and not trying to find out what's happened to them. You realize Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now? Went on holiday to Albania and never came back?"
"Yes, I was asking Ludo about that," said Mr. Weasley said frowning. "He says Bertha's gotten lost plenty of times before now - though must say, if it was someone in my department, I'd be worried…"
"Oh Bertha's hopeless, all right," said Percy. "I hear she's been shunted from department to department for years, much more trouble than she's worth… but all the same, Bagman ought to be trying to find her. Mr. Crouch has been taking a personal interest, she worked in our department at one time, you know, and I think Mr. Crouch was quite fond of her - but Bagman just keeps laughing and saying she probably misread the map and ended up in Australia instead of Albania. However" - Percy heaved an impressive sigh and took a deep swig of elderflower wine - "we've got quite enough on our plates at the Department of International Magical Cooperation without trying to find members of other departments too. As you know, we've got another big event to organize right after the World Cup."
Percy cleared his throat significantly and looked down toward the end of the table where Alex was sitting with Ginny and the twins and a couple of seats in front of them were Harry, Ron and Hermione. . "You know the one I'm talking about, Father." He raised his voice slightly. "The top-secret one."
"What is that?" Alex asked Ginny.
"I am not sure; he has been trying to get us to ask him about it ever since he started working."
"Hmm sounds interesting actually my grandpa have also mentioned that this year would be special, but he wouldn't say why."
"Hmm then it is not Percy rambling to show how important he is."
At the other end of the table, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about his earring, which seemed to be a recent acquisition.
"… with a horrible great fang on it. Really, Bill, what do they say at the bank?"
"Mum, no one at the bank gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure," Bill said patiently.
"And your hair's getting silly, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, fingering her wand lovingly." I wish you'd let me give it a trim…"
"I like it," Ginny said, looking at Bill. "You're so old-fashioned, Mum. Anyway, it's nowhere near as long as Professor Dumbledore's…"
Meanwhile, Fred, George and Charlie had started talking spiritedly about the World Cup.
"It's got to be Ireland," said Charlie, through a mouthful of potato. "They flattened Peru in the semifinals."
"Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though," said Fred.
"Krum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven," said Charlie shortly. "I wish England had got through. That was embarrassing, that was."
What happened?" Harry asked eagerly.
"Oh England got humiliated by Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten." Alex explained, "and Wales lost to Uganda and Scotland vs. Luxembourg, well let just say Ireland is the last hope for a British victory."
Mr. Weasley conjured up candles to light the darkening garden before they had their homemade strawberry ice cream, by the time they had finished, moths were fluttering low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle. Alex had moved over to sit with the golden trio. He was feeling extremely well fed and at peace with the world as he watched several gnomes sprinting through the rosebushes, laughing madly and closely pursued by Crookshanks.
Ron looked carefully up the table to check that the rest of the family were all busy talking, then he said very quietly to Harry, "So - have you heard from Sirius lately?"
Hermione looked around; listening closely and Alex leaned in casually even though he already knew.
"Yeah," said Harry softly, glancing at Alex who nodded, "twice. He sounds okay. I wrote to him yesterday. He might write back while I'm here."
"Look at the time," Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, checking her wristwatch. "You really should be in bed, the whole lot of you you'll be up at the crack of dawn to get to the Cup. Harry, Alex, if you leave your school lists out, I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. There might not be time after the World Cup, the match went on for five days last time."
"Wow - hope it does this time!" said Harry enthusiastically.
"Well, I certainly don't," said Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days."
"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" Fred said.
"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" Percy hissed, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!"
"It was," Fred whispered to Harry and Alex as they got up from the table.
"We sent it," George added.
"Nice one." They both said in unison.
Half an hour later, Alex was emerging from the bathroom wearing his blue pyjamas pants and matching shirt. He had a towel over his shoulder and his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.
Just as he stepped outside, Alex noticed, that Hermione was standing at the door waiting. "Oh Hey Hermione," he said taking out his toothbrush. "I thought I was the last one, so I took good time. Sorry if I had kept you waiting"
"No, I have been there. I was waiting for you."
"Me? What for?"
"I want to talk with you about why you been acting so strange." Hermione said grabbing Alex´s arm pulling him up on the stairs.
"How have I been acting strange?"
"You hardly have talked to me, Harry and Ron. You are isolating yourself."
"It is not you I just been trying to avoid Ron."
"No," Hermione said crossing her arms while she looked at Alex. "It is not just that, ever since we meet Si-"
"Padfoot," Alex interrupted "and Hermione I just-"
"No look, you been acting weird, like you are hiding something. Like that letter you got from Sirius on the train ride, when I asked if I could see it, you said no."
"Yeah," Alex said, "because it was a private letter."
"I don´t buy that, then you wouldn't have opened it while you were with us. And I don´t get why Sirius you write at letter to you, I mean you have nothing to do with him."
"Well he just wanted to say something about my mother." Alex half lied, well it wasn´t a lie, he was only keeping some of the truth say unsaid.
"I saw how long you letter was, he just didn´t want to say that." Hermione paused and looked at Alex, "look I know there is more, you can´t keep secrets from me."
Alex sighed, "Fine I tell you but I want you to swear not to say it to anyone okay? And I mean no one Hermione!"
"I swear! I just want to know so I can help you."
"So you promise?"
"Yes Alex I promise."
"I have just learned that the man I thought was my farther really wasn´t."
"Oh, that must be strange." Hermione paused, "so what he just showed up during the summer, and told you, are you going to live with him then."
"Slow down Hermione," Alex said, "no I am not going to live with him that is impossible right now. I know about it for a while now actually – I sort just accepted it this summer."
"So who is it, I mean is he a muggle or wizard?"
"Wizard?" Alex answered, while looking at Hermione.
"So why haven´t you met him sooner, didn´t he knew he had a son?"
"No he knew, he had sort off uh just been in prison most of my life." Alex paused and sighed, "It is Sirius."
"Wait Sirius? Wow I almost can´t believe it."
"Trust me I had trouble accepting it at first too, but there is no doubt Sirius is my real dad." Alex looked at Hermione she seemed shocked. "Please say something."
"So how do you feel about this?"
"Honestly I am fine, it really not a big deal" Alex said.
"Fine?" Hermione almost yelled, making Alex shush her. "Fine," she continued in lower voice, "how can you be fine? I mean you mother have been lied to your whole life. She have lied to about who you really are. I would be furious, if I were you."
"Well I am not," Alex paused, "I mean I get why my mother lied to me and everybody else – she just wanted me to be happy and not judged by my father sins. She wanted me to be me not someone else."
Before Alex could say or do anything Hermione hugged him, "that so cute, I mean you mother must have loved you so much. She must be an amazing mum."
Alex smiled and retuned the hug, "yeah she is."
After some seconds hugging, Hermione let go of Alex, blushing slightly. "Still you must have a really big heart not to be angry about this"
"Hermione I was fine about who I am. I am proud to say I am Alexander Alphard Black. Just was I was and still am proud to say I am the heir of Slytherin."
"Wait Slytherin? The heir?"
Alex gulped and smiled, "yeah keep that to yourself to okay, but that is why I had some control over the basilisk."
Hermione nodded, "okay, it isn´t really a surprise really, and it explains why you can talk to snakes."
"It does, you see my family descends from one of Slytherins children who had nothing against marrying muggle-borns."
"I guess that Slytherin is a decent family to come from, and it sure gives some useful abilities."
Alex felt relieved, "so you don´t blame me for what happened back then at our second year?"
Hermione laughed, "why would I do that, back then when I was attacked by the basilisk you tried to safe me. You were a hero Alex."
"Well it was just when it happened, when you were petrified, I thought I had brought you in that situation."
"But it wasn´t your fault."
Alex smiled, "thanks Mione, it means a lot." There was a small pause. "I think I go to bed, after all we have an early start tomorrow."
Hermione looked a bit disappointed, "yeah we do goodnight."
Alex smiled and walked into his own room, but there the smiled faded. Hermione was wrong he wasn´t a hero, a hero wouldn't had tried using the torture curse and he would have felt sorry for attacking a muggle. No he wasn´t a hero he was a monster.
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