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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The evening of Fleur and William's wedding took a toll on the whole family with Mrs Weasley running around, precipitation high on her forehead.
Harry had taken a large dose of Polyjuice Potion and was now the double of a redheaded Muggle boy from the local village, Ottery St. Catchpole, from whom Fred had stolen hairs using a Summoning Charm. The plan was to introduce Harry as "Cousin Barny" and trust the great number of Weasley relatives to camouflage him.
"When I get married," said Fred, tugging at the collar of his own robes, "I won't be bothering with any of this nonsense. You can all wear what you like, and I'll put a full Body-Bind Curse on Mum until it's all over."
"Are the teacups at the wedding going to bite our noses?" Sirius asked from behind him, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere.
"Yes?" Fred answered with an innocent look and Sirius and he exchanged a quick high-five.
"You look rather obvious, Harry," Sirius grinned charmingly. "Remove the crease between your brows."
Harry cracked a small smile then, "You look wonderful, Sirius."
"Why, thank you," He muttered with the arrogance of a man who was well aware of his beauty. "Alasia picked my clothes, as she always does."
"Speaking of which, where is she?"
"With Fleur, the woman seemed to have the opposite of cold feet and it's taking three women to restrict her in the bedroom."
"What are you doing?" Molly's shrill voice was so sudden, all men jerked back with wide eyes. "The wedding is just about to begin! The groom is ready and oh, Harry, dear do you feel fine? Do you need anything?"
"I'm quite good, Mrs Weasley. Thank you —"
"How well!" Exclaimed the woman. "Why don't you go greet the guests, eh? Ron, go with him. NOW."
The two boys' bodies seemed to work quicker than their minds did, moving on their own accord at the order. Sirius suppressed an amused smile before turning to Molly.
"We'll be leaving tonight, Molly, I hope that won't be an issue."
"Oh no, not at all. Alasia seems in quite a need to rest. Pregnancy suits her well," She smiled, grabbing Sirius' shoulder. "Our differences don't mean I don't care about her well-being, I hope you know that."
"I'm well aware."
Just then, Alasia stepped down the carpeted steps outside the house, looking like a goddess in a rusty red dress — the colour of seduction. The dress had a plunging neckline accentuating her bigger pregnancy breasts and the slope of the baby bump covered lavishly in the gown of velvet sin. Her lips, red like 1977 had a smirk — the trademark of the name Serpens. Her hair, longer now floated down in abysmal waves — framing her angled face and sea-green eyes.
