They made it.
Brookie and Riddle got Ireland.
They got married, and spent the rest of their days in blissful peace.
They never had children; but they had each other.
Alexandra and Enzo never fully saw eye to eye—too much history, too many differences they never bothered to bridge.
But every Christmas, every New Year's Eve, he was there.
At their table. With a drink in hand and a story to tell, like clockwork.
Theodore, Draco, Hermione, George, and Luna came too.
Their little mismatched family, scarred but whole.
Ron never quite forgave Alexandra—not entirely.
But he sent letters.
Short ones.
Always signed love, your brother. And that was something.
George remained constant. Steady.
His love for his Brookie never wavered, not through distance, not through time.
He was there—because he always had been.
And Mattheo?
Mattheo never stopped loving the girl who once drove him mad.
The girl who outwitted him, infuriated him, saved him.
He never quite let go of the sarcastic, sharp-tongued firecracker he used to call his downfall.
And Alexandra never stopped loving the boy who once ruined her world, then put it back together with shaking hands.
They never really stopped being those kids in the dorms—trading jabs in the dark, stealing moments between chaos, laughing like it was the only way to survive.
Only now... they had nothing left to run from. Nothing left to prove.
They were no longer lost.
They were home.
And they didn't need "right now" anymore—because they had forever.
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Bound By Blood.
FanfictionAlexandra Brooks, Ravenclaw, best friend of the Golden Trio, and faithful order member. After the wizarding war, when Voldemort wins, Alex finds her self in the middle of both sides. Enemy to the Slytherin boys, targeted and hunted, she knows too...
