Albus' Daughter Alice.

Blankets won't keep me warm.

Alice spent the day in a helpless sleep as she knew that at one point his voice would come back and haunt her all over again then she would begin screaming all over again. To her though it didn't matter as she knew that her father would be there knitting so he was always able to comfort her and stop the painful bellows of desperation. The pair would talk of trivial things and memories of her when she was younger. The silver hair was always a dead give away as to who had helped Peeves with his pranks and she reminisced on the pranks from a few years ago. She was young but she had gotten up to a lot, even at a young age. Alice had even learnt to knit as the day came to a close and she fell asleep again. Her wound was being healed and beside slight markings of a potential scar it was all done. Her stomach would never be mark free but Madam Pomfrey had done everything that magic could offer. When her eyes closed for the night she felt his warm lips press onto her forehead. It wasn't until she had received plenty of sleep that she heard the raspy voice of Lord Voldemort. He spoke again and again to her old defence professor who cast several spells including an odd spell that began with S. Sectumspectrum? No, something close to it though. The voice sent her into a wild panic and triggered his floating face to appear constantly. She felt a strong hold on her but it wasn't right. The arms were different making her try to pull away but she couldn't the soft voice almost sounded like a lullaby as her voice danced through the damaged mind. She had quickly realised that her whole body tensed as she screamed violently and gave her last breath. She quieted down and let her frame relax against the one holding her. "Nana." It was more of a whisper as the screeching left her whole body in pain. "You and your nicknames. I am too young to be the mother of your parents but I suppose there are not many nicknames that a toddler can come up with. Especially with a name like Rolanda." The older woman felt the young girl tighten her grip. The harsh voice was completely different from the usual charming and loving tone as she spoke "why can I still hear his voice Nana? Everyone else is fine." No answer could be given as the truth was, no one knew. "Am I just weak?" Rolanda whispered a 'no' but stayed close with the girl still. It didn't take long until they separated and Alice removed herself from the bed. "I need a shower." She walked to her common room to grab a towel and left for a shower. Alice let the warm water cascade down her frame as she washed the dirt and muck from her body. Her once porcelain skin had been covered in dirt and dust which made her regret not washing before. Her shampoo was scented like coconut and she found the familiar scent comforting for her. The curtain was pulled to secure her modesty just in case a teacher came to check up on her but the smell of her hair pulled her from this and sent her tumbling to the ground when a voice shouted "Alice! Is that you?" The thud was painful and it sent a shooting ache through her entire skeleton. "Yep." It was strained and forced as she pulled her weak frame from the floor. "Are you alright?" There it was again. "Fine. Just stumbled. I shan't be long." They obviously heard as they walked a little distance and sat on a surface.

A soft blue towel was wrapped around her whilst her silver hair cascaded down the fabric. Her skin was vibrant pink as the high temperatures had smashed onto her usually pale skin. Her hair filled her nose making the smell of coconut ensnare the senses. She weakly smiled at the adult before her as well as thanking the hot water from hiding the violent blush that covered her face. "Come on my dear." Alice just shook her head to disagree. "I can care for myself thank you. I also believe that no one will be required to watch over me as I sleep." Minerva was about to argue and tell her where she was wrong but already the girl had left and began her walk to the painting. "It is not often that I see a sight like this." The fat lady admitted and Alice laughed at the comment. "I am not in the habit of doing this." The portrait swung open as the holiday left no reason for their to be a password. A black pair of ripped jeans were worn as well as an off the shoulder body suit that was mustard. Her hair was dried with the wave of her hand and she decided to go down to the common room to begin reading.