Alexandra Weasley: Book 5

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Alexandra was woken by insistent knocking at the door that night.
"Alex, shut uppp." Megan moaned, half asleep.

"It's not me." She said, getting out of bed. "And it's Alexandra." She opened the door and saw professor McGonagall at the door. "Professor? Are we late for class?"

"Miss Weasley, will you please follow me?"

"What's this about?" She asked, blinking away her sleep. "Wait, we don't have transfiguration today, and it's the middle of the night!"

"Miss Weasley, you really ought to come with me right now. Your father's been hurt. You'll be going home right now."

"My dad?" She grabbed her robe.

"Alex! I'm trying to sleep. Just read quieter." Megan moaned. Alex pulled her robe on, following McGonagall out.

"Professor, what happened to my dad? Is he going to be okay? How is he hurt? Where is he? Did he fall or something?"

"We'll talk about the details later, for now please, follow me and hurry." Alex nodded and followed. She didn't last very long.

"How badly is he hurt?"

"He will be fine. Thanks to Mr Potter, we found him in time."

"What's Harry got to do with anything?"

"Everything will be explained to you. Just hurry." McGonagall said speeding up. Alexandra rushed alongside her.

Her siblings were already at Dumbledore's office, along with Harry when she got there. "Alex!" Ginny said in relief at the sight of her sister. Alexandra didn't bother correcting her this time.

"Hey, Ginny." She walked over. "What do you know?"

"He's at St Mungo's."

"What happened?"

"I don't know, order business."

"Order?" She asked and Ginny nodded.

"The order of the Phoenix. They're basically a rebellion group attempting to make sure Voldemort doesn't get enough control. Mum and dad are part of it. And a lot of others. Professor Dumbledore was just telling us about the portkey."

"Twelve grimmauld place, Miss Weasley. Remember that." Dumbledore told her. She frowned but nodded. There was a flash of flame in the very middle of the office, leaving behind a single golden feather that floated gently to the floor. "It's Fawkes's warning," Dumbledore told them, catching the feather as it fell. "Professor Umbridge must know you're out of your beds. Minerva, go and head her off. Tell her any story."

Professor McGonagall was gone in a swish of tartan. "He says he'll be delighted." The previously empty portrait now had an occupier. "My great-great-grandson has always had an odd taste in house-guests."

"That's Phineas Nigellus Black." Alexandra said. "Wait, what? Great- great grandson? As in Sirius Black? We're going to go stay with a mass murderer?"

"He was wrongfully imprisoned." Ginny said.

"All will be explained later, Miss Weasley. Come here, now please." He said to Harry and the Weasleys. "And quickly, before anyone else joins us."

Alex reluctantly moved towards the table with everyone. "How do you know who Phineas is?" Ginny whispered.

"All the head teachers of Hogwarts have a small picture at the back of Hogwarts: a History." She explained. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"You have all used a Portkey before?" Dumbledore asked, and they nodded, each reaching out to touch some part of the blackened kettle. "Good. On the count of three, then ... one ... two ... three!" Alexandra grabbed onto it with everyone.