Where do you see yourself in five minutes?
Where do you see yourself in five seconds, Alasia?
Where do you see yourself in fifteen years?
In the darkest part of Surrey a woman marked by struggle and battle and suffering and survival makes her way to...
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July 20th, 1996
Alasia Victoria Riddle Serpens, daughter of Tom Riddle and Irene Jocasta, quarter-veela, sister of Magnolia Farrington Serpens and bride to-be of the House of Black walked inside the office of Minister for Magic, British Ministry of Magic Headquarters, Whitehall, London, England.
Sirius knew about her hierarchy but hadn't uttered a word about it. And Alasia would be lying if she said it didn't bug her.
No one except Sirius and her knew about Irene Jocasta, though she suspected Remus had a whiff. Not even Dumbledore, who'd arrived after the duel, knew that she wasn't the true daughter of Dynasty of Serpens.
They hadn't even talked about their marriage, if there was to be one after all. But she knew for sure that Sirius would never delay it did the topic arise.
He was just terrified, that this might not be real. Still in utter shock after seeing her when he'd believed her dead for twelve years. And she'd never blame him for wanting more normal time, wanting more time with her which did not include war.
"Don't you think you're early?"
Rufus Scrimgeour looked up from where he was piling paperwork, his hair tangled in knots around his head. There were streaks of grey in his mane of tawny hair and his bushy eyebrows, keen yellowish eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles glared, and a certain rangy, loping grace was noticeable even though he walked with a slight limp. There was an immediate impression of shrewdness and toughness and she was shocked, to realise this was the man she'd gone to Hogwarts with.
"Alasia Serpens."
"Rufus." She grinned. "Long time?"
"Not long enough." He muttered under his breath.
"I'm sorry, didn't hear you." Alasia said, walking off to sit on one of the chairs. "I've heard you're a rival for the position of Minister for Magic."
"Well?" She said impatiently. "Are you doing anything to win it?"
He looked at her in surprise, wholly expecting Alasia to make some comment threatening to remove him from the post. "What?"
"I want you to win this, Scrimgeour." She said in a 'duh' tone. "Are you even trying?"
He looked at her sceptically. "I am not going to be a puppet for you."
"That's even better!" She smiled. "I don't want a puppet Minister. Not mine, not Voldemort's and not Dumbledore's."
"Don't speak that name." He hissed.
She raised a perfectly arched brow. "Scared, are we?"
"Not fear" He stood up a little straighter. "But hatred. I do not like to speak him name for I despise him."
