Alexandra Weasley: Book 4

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Whatever Alex's plan was, it didn't come to pass immediately. It made Cedric nervous for when the blowout would come, so he decided to put it out of his mind until that day came.

Cedric wasn't the only one watching out for Alex. For the first week, Danny avoided her. Once it became clear she wasn't attacking him, he got a little cocky, sauntering the halls as though he owned them.

Her birthday came around before she'd taken any action. Her day started out like normal, breakfast in the great hall. Hermione sat with them and then the owls came. There was one owl she didn't recognise that dropped a letter off at her table. Putting it at the bottom of the pile, she begun reading through.
"Usual card from mum and dad." She set the first aside and picked up her second. "One from Percy. Ew, career talk." She placed it on top of the one from her parents and picked up the third. "Charlie wants me to come by later. Bill says he can't make it until the third task but wishes me a great day. Ooh, and the mystery letter."

"Who's it from?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know." She said. "Let me open it first." The moment she read the first line, she paled, and dragged herself out of her chair. "I- I have to go. Sorry."

Hermione and the Hufflepuffs watched after her curiously and Cedric stood. "I'll go."

Cedric found Alex walking towards the forest catching up to her before she reached it.
"Alex!" He called, jogging over. "What happened?"

"It's him." She said, holding the letter out to him. Cedric looked at it, his eyes widening. "That confrontation with Griffiths at the World Cup, and he knows I went to Malfoy's birthday party, and he says he's happy and proud and wants to wish me a happy birthday. He says he's glad I'm no longer the beast. The last time I'd heard from him was when Harry burnt Quirrel's face off three years ago. Aside from Griffiths showing up and I can't..."

"You won't." Cedric said. He put his hand on top of hers to calm her shaking. "He won't get to you."

"Don't say that, don't make promises like that, because it could happen. It really could."

"I'll never let it happen. As long as I'm around, you're safe. I promise." He vowed and she stepped into his arms burying her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her back, soothing her. "You like fire, right? Why don't we burn it?"

"We can't." She said with a muffled laugh. "I have to give it to Dumbledore."

"Oh right. That makes sense."

"First, I need to write a reply." She said, letting go of Cedric and plopping herself onto the ground. She took out a piece of parchment and her quill and ink pot, and began to scribe a message. Cedric tilted his head to catch a glimpse of the letter, his eyes widening at times.

"Yep, that-that should make sure he gets the message. Are you sure you want to send that and really piss him off?"

"Yeah, I do." She said, finishing it off with a small flourish.

"Is the smiley face necessary?"

"Of course." She said and packed away her stationary. She held up her hand and Cedric helped her up. "Okay, to the owlery first, and then to Dumbledore."

"We could go to Dumbledore first? He's on the way."

"No no. Because then I won't get to send this off. Especially not if Snape winds up hearing about it. Which, by the way, let's try not to let that happen?"

After sending off the letter with the owl that had somehow made its way to the owlery to wait for Alex, she headed to talk to Dumbledore. Cedric dropped her off at Dumbledore's office, before heading to his transfiguration class. With her odd timetable, Alex had no classes at the present moment so she had nowhere to rush to.