The Evil Spawn

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    Almost a month later, a Triwizard Champion came out of the last task, deprived of life. 

"Incendio." 

The Daily Prophet that sat in the lady's hands burst into flames. She sprinkled the leftover ashes onto the floor in front of her. Alexis stared at the pile of ashes before turning to pick up the letter that she had thrown to the other side of the room. 

The teenager slowly opened the letter, completely dreading to see what she knew it contained. 

"Dear Ms. Alexis, 

I hope you receive this package in good condition. As you already know, that is if you had read the newspaper; Cedric Diggory is pronounced dead. Although this is sad news, this should be enough to tell you that we absolutely need you here. 

You-Know-Who is back. 

Send me a letter as soon as you possibly can.

   Yours sincerely, 

                                   Albus Dumbledore"

"He really doesn't have a backbone, does he? A kid just died and he's more worried about using it as an excuse to bring me back in." The irritated girl crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash can. 

She reluctantly wrote her response and gave it to the owl that was waiting on her windowsill. "Give this to Dumbledore." She pet its head as it flew off. 

"If you could speak I would have told you to tell him to fuck off." 

Alexis turned and grabbed a duffle bag from the side of the room that she wasn't using. The bed on the floor was well made and had a bit of dust on the blanket. She waved her hand over the bed and sighed. 

The girl went back to her side, which was now slightly dirtier than the other. The lady placed her duffle bag down and began to pack her things. She had finished packing everything, except for the things in a small compartment that she had saved for last. 

The girl sat on the floor and lifted up a loose floorboard. She reached in and took out a picture frame, followed by a burner phone. 

Alexis put the floorboard back in place and went to put the things into her bag. She ran her fingers over the picture before placing it under some clothes. 

As she zipped up the bag, there was a knock on the door. 

"Riddle!" yelled a voice impatiently. Alexis closed her eyes to ground herself before answering. 

"What?" 

"You have a visitor." Before she could answer, the door swung open. An old lady came in, with Dumbledore in follow. 

The old lady looked Alexis up and down before walking out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her. 

"I hate her so fucking much," the teenager whispered to herself. "Why are you here?" 

"You agreed to come to The Order. I'm here to take you there." 

"I sent you that letter thirty minutes ago," Alexis said looking at her watch. 

"Time is of the essence." 

"Are we apparating?" 

"Yes, we are." Dumbledore eyed the duffel bag in her hand. "Is that all?" 

"Yes." 

Dumbledore nodded and held his arm out for her to grab. The teenager slipped her right hand into the crook of his arm, as the left one tightly held her duffel bag.