Life of a Black (Sequel to Life of a Malfoy)

Living on the Line

His mouth was open, and I clenched my teeth.

"I-I thought.." he started.

"C'mon, get in the house before you two're murdered," Mad-Eye gruffed. I silently obeyed, but started protesting the second I stepped inside.

"Why did you take me here?!" I demanded. Harry closed the door as soon as Mad-Eye got in. His shocked expression was frigtening. I was furious, absolutely outraged at the fact that Mad-Eye thought it would be okay to bring me here. I didn't want to see Harry. I didn't want to see him ever again. 

"You'll see."

"No!" I shouted. "I'm sick and tired of you keeping me clueless! I want to know why I'm in Harry's house right now!"

"Will you please-" Harry started talking to Mad-Eye.

"This doesn't involve you!" I shrieked at Harry. He stood there, dumbfounded. I'm glad my words shocked him into silence. He can't order me around anymore, I am my own person. 

"Look, you're going to be glad I brought you here," Mad-Eye told me. My skin was boiling and I started to clench my fists.

"Obviously-" I was cut off by a door opening.

"Who's yelling?" My best-friend Hermione Granger asked as she appeared in the doorway. Her eyes widened.

"L-Lexa?" she whispered. "What's going on?"

I ran to my best friend and wrapped her in a hug. She smelled as she always did; her spearmint toothpaste was so strong that it could have knocked a person out.

She started sobbing, and she wouldn't let me go.

"Hey," I said, with a smile on my lips. After all that happened, I was still glad to see her. 

"I kept having these dreams.. I didn't think they were true.. but you're here!" She cried even harder. I started laughing, and felt the tears burning in my eyes. 

As soon as she stopped her eyes were puffy, and she was laughing.

"'Mione, I would never leave you," I told her. She tried to smile without crying. Mad-Eye gave me a nudge on the back, and Hermione led me into another room.

"I don't understand," she whispered as we walked through the room. Other people were in the room, and most of them were staring at me. Fred, George, Ron, Remus Lupin, a ministry worker I knew as Kinsley, and a few faces I didn't recognize. Apperently they knew who I was.

"Hey!" Ron said. I hugged him. "Where have you been for the past two months?" he joked.

"Dead," I muttered, and he started chuckling. I broke into a smile, and so did Hermione.

"Okay," Mad-Eye started to say to get everyone listening. "Seven Potters are heading to different safehouses. Everyone will take a portkey to the Burrow." Harry started to protest as he realized what that meant, and Hermione came up behind him. She ripped a chunk of hair out of his head and held it out to Mad-Eye. He mixed it into a cauldron. Steam flew out, and it was smokey in the room.

He poured the potion into different cups, and motioned five different people forward. I stood there, and he nodded to me.

"Wait, I'm not..?" I stopped myself. "You're kidding me, right?" I asked Mad-Eye. I scowled, and picked up the sixth glass.

"Bottom's up," Fred said from beside me. 

I shook my head and drained the glass.