When two worlds collide.

Anger Issues.

"You took your time." George yawns.

"My apologies, I never knew I was being timed." I roll my eyes as I sit down.

I lean back and watch as Elizabeth goes over to Draco with a broken nose. He glares at me before walking over to me and punching me. I stand up and punch him back.

"FUCK!" I exclaim, holding my knuckles.

I really have to stop doing that.

"Fuck off!" Dad growling, standing up and facing him.

"What are you going to do about it?!" Draco scoffs, wiping the blood from his lip.

Hermione glares at him in shock.

"What are you gawking at you filthy little mudblood!"

Hermione frowns, sinking back in her seat.

Dad punches Draco before dragging him back to his seat and placing him there. He says something to him before walking back.

"Are you okay?" He looks at me.

"I'm fine, Hermione are you okay?" I look at her.

She nods, fiddling with her hands.

"There's something wrong with him. I think Elizabeth has done something to him." Remus sips on his butter beer.

"What? Like...black magic or something?" Sam looks at him.

"Not black magic exactly, but dark magic. Yes." Sirius agrees.

"I don't like this Malfoy. He's back to how he was before he met Rosa." Fred rolls his eyes.

"Why did he punch you anyways? I don't get it?" Nat scoffs.

"Alex?" Sirius looks at me.

"Oh shit. I'm bleeding again." I look at my knuckles.

"Alexandra Rosalyn Miller what did you do?!" Molly scolds.

"Molly!" I groan.

I hate it when she uses my full name.

"I was minding my own business, washing my hands, when Elizabeth walked in like she owned the place. I tried to leave, she wouldn't let me...so I punched her."

"Any you wonder why your knuckles are bleeding?" Ron rolls his eyes.

"She brought it on herself! All of this could've been avoided if she just let me leave!" I huff, leaning back.

"You really do need to work on your anger." Steve sighs.

I roll my eyes, looking down.

Sirius takes my hands and unwraps them.

"Bloody hell." Remus peers over his shoulder.

I roll my eyes and he uses a spell to make them heal.

. . .

When we got back home, I sit down nearby the others and start to write in my journal. Or diary..whatever the hell you want to call it.

I haven't been writing much but a lot has happened. For starters, Draco cheated on me...well, I mean- was it cheating? He left me for someone else...I don't know what to call it but he was being a dick either way. Elizabeth? Really. Elizabeth is a bitch! Out of all girls he goes for her? It doesn't make sense. Maybe Sirius is right, maybe...he is under some sort of spell. Anything is possible at Hogwarts. I don't really know how I feel. It's hard for me to make out these emotions because I feel empty inside most of the time. But I'm definitely angry. Angry at Blaise for distracting me, Angry at Elizabeth for doing all this shit, But mostly I'm angry at myself for letting myself get distracted. I should've known Blaise wanted something, wherever he goes trouble follows.

I met my mum. It was really weird since I saw a few similarities between me and her, but I don't want to admit I look like her because she's a bad person. She's horrible and it scares me. What if I turn out to be batshit crazy like her? I hope I don't but there's always that possibility. It was so fucking weird. She called me a Miller and said 'Millers don't feel sorry for ourselves' which made me think...what if I really am like her? I don't even want to think about it but I can't help. I want to change my second name to Barnes. Alexandra Rosalyn Barnes. Sounds better don't it?

"What are you doing?" Grayson walks over to me.

"Writing." I state.

"What are you writing?" He takes the book from me.

"OI!" I stand up. "Give it to me!"

"I want to see what you're writing.." He furrows his eyebrows.

"Don't be rude Grayson, give it back!" Pepper scolds.

"Yeah, listen to your mum." I hold my hand out in front of him.

"What is it? A journal? A diary?" He flicks through the pages.

I take the book from him but he pulls it to him, causing it to rip in two.

I gasp, looking at the pages in my hand.

"Oh shi-" Grayson mumbles.

"What the hell, Grayson!" Bucky growls.

"Why didn't you give it back to her?!" Tony snaps.

"Are you being serious, Grayson?" I frown.

"I'm sorry!" He gasps.

"Do you know how much that meant to me?" I whisper as tears roll down my face, mockingly.

"Oh- urm, I'm sorry! Don't cry, I'll get you another one!" He hugs me.

I grab his shirt and pull him over me. "Prick." I scoff, kicking him in his ribs before going over to the book.

He groans, rolling on the floor.

"Anger issues." Sam states.

"What did you just say?!" I look at him.

"Nothing!" He sinks back in his chair.

I scoff and turn my attention back to the book.

"You need to open up. Come on." Dad stands up.

I look at him in confusion but he takes my hand and pulls me to the training room. The others stayed seated and laughed as he drags me out.

"Alright. This punching bag...every time you punch it, say what's bothering you. Release your anger on to it." He explains, hooking a bag up.

"I have way too much anger built up inside of me to take it out on one little bag." I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"Little bit at a time." He steps back. "Go on."

I sigh, walking towards it. I punch it, looking at dad.

He groans, walking to another punching bag.

"I hate , how all Thor talks is pop tarts!" He states, punching the bag.

"I hate how Grayson invades your privacy!" I scoff, punching the bag.

"I hate feeling guilty of everyone I've killed as the winter soldier, no matter how many times I apologise!" Dad states between punches.

"I hate, how I fuck things up because my anger gets the best of me." I huff between punches. " I hate, how people compare me with Riley! I hate how John just killed Sarah like that! I hate how Draco just left because of Elizabeth! I hate myself for letting Blaise distract me! I hate that I don't feel anything because Dreykov made me like this! I hate how I feel empty inside all the time!" I punched the punching bag so hard that my fist went through it, and it snapped off the hook.

"Alexandra." He frowns.

"I'm okay, I'm okay.." I take deep breaths, calming myself down.

Dad hugs me, wrapping his arms around me.

"You have me now, I'm always going to be here for you. Im with you till the end of the line. Okay?" He mumbles.

"Till the end of the line." I mumble, hugging him back.

. . .