Alexa Fleamonta Riddle was just a normal teenage girl. An orphan abandoned by her mother at birth, the only person she loved was her best-friend Sydney Everest Brown.
They did everything together. So they also decide to run away together. They didn...
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- When all Hell breaks loose, the only person I want to be with is you Sara Younes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Rita Skeeter." I smile, charmingly reaching out to shake her hand.
She takes it with class, smiling at me wickedly. Her blond hair was in perfect curls and her piercing blue eyes were trained on my own brown eyes.
"Alexa I presume." She muses and I give her a smile of respect.
"The name's Alexa Snape. I'm Harry Potter's cousin. For reference." I muse, pointing to the quill that was writing everything I was saying.
She doesn't bother hiding the shock on her face.
"Snape?" She muses.
"Adoption." I retort back. "Now let's take this off the record shall we?" I smile threatening at her like a wolf.
She stares at me for a moment and waves her hand, stopping the quill from typing.
"I just gave you the story of a lifetime. You're welcome by the way. I could've chosen any other reporter." I give her a look.
She crosses her hands, gazing at me with beady eyes.
"What is it you want Ms. Snape?" She snaps, getting to the point.
"I want you to flood the newspapers with information of Sirius Black. Make people feel awful for him." I retort.
"I was already going to do that." She gives me a glare. "I'm not heartless. That man did not deserve what he got."
"After a week. You announce the return of Voldemort."
She looked like she was choking.
"I can't do that. I will get fired instantly. I-"
"You are one of the most respected, powerful, and sharp reporters the Daily Profit has. They can't fire you."
"I can't do that Ms. Snape. Apologies." Her gaze was intense and she moves to walk away from me, stopping dead in her tracks at my next words.
"Peter was an unregistered animagus." I smirk when I get her attention. She whirls on me, eyes wide. "That's how he went unavoided all these years. Disguised as a rat." I drawl, my eyes going to her pen that had started writing again.
"So his sentence in Azkaban is not just for killing two innocents but for being an unregistered animagus as well." I give her a knowing look and she pales slightly.
"No one will believe me." She tries to fight back and I raise a brow.
"Make it believable then. That's your fucking job. Is it not?"
She grows silent. "He's really back then.... Vol-Volde-....." She shudders, failing at trying to say Voldemort's full name. "The Dark lord... He's really back?"
