The Evil Spawn

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     As the weeks flew by like a free bird, the children kept themselves busy. Rather it be cleaning the house, talking about current events, talking about Hogwarts, or all; it was guaranteed that they were having fun over that summer. 

The mood especially picked up when Harry had succeeded in winning his hearing and managed not to be expelled. Everyone was congratulating him as a certain lady saw that he had quite a solemn look for a winning scholar. 

Yet her attention was taken away by a hand being placed on her shoulder. 

Apparently, Mrs. Weasley had wanted to apologize for her behavior that evening. Alexis forgave her and vaguely apologized for her sudden interruption into the rising argument. Although, some could absolutely see that she was in no way apologetic for what she had done. 

The teenager didn't hold a grudge and continued on with her day as if nothing had happened. 

The household soon forgot about the incident and began to diligently prepare for the upcoming school year. 

On the last day of the summer holiday, Alexis decided to be nosy and followed Ron to his and Harrys' bedroom. She walked slowly behind him and waited for a crack before she approached the door to the room. 

The girl leaned against the frame of the door and crossed her arms. She leaned her head on the frame and stood there, quietly observing the room. 

"We were just wondering who assigned the Slinkhard book," said Fred conversationally.

"Because it means Dumbledore's found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," said George. 

"And about time too," said Fred. 

"What d'you mean?" Harry asked, jumping down beside them. 

"Well, we overheard Mum and Dad talking on the Extendable Ears a few weeks back," Fred told Harry, "and from what they were saying, Dumbledore was having real trouble finding anyone to do the job this year."

"Not surprising, is it, when you look at what's happened to the last four?" said George. 

"One sacked, one dead, one's memory removed, and one locked in a trunk for nine months," said Harry, counting them off on his fingers. "Yeah, I see what you mean." 

"What's up with you, Ron?" asked Fred. 

Ron didn't answer; he just stood very still with his mouth open, gaping at his Hogwarts letter. 

"what's the matter?" said Fred impatiently, moving around Ron to look over his shoulder at the parchment. 

Fred's mouth fell open too. Alexis walked towards Ron and leaned over his other shoulder to look at the paper as well. 

"What's a Prefect?" Alexis asked, furrowing her brows as she read the paper. 

George lept forward, seized the envelope in Ron's other hand, and turned it upside down. A scarlet and gold thing fell out of it and landed into George's palm.

"No way," said George in a hushed voice. 

"There's been a mistake," said Fred, snatching the letter out of Ron's grasp and holding it up into the light as though checking for a watermark. "No one in their right mind would make Ron a Prefect...." 

The twins' heads turned in unison and both of them stared at Harry. 

"We thought you were a cert!" said Fred in a tone that suggested Harry had tricked them in some way. 

"We thought Dumbledore was bound to pick you!" said George indignantly. 

"Winning the Triwizard and everything!" said Fred. 

"Didn't someone die for him to win though?" Alexis asked, sitting down in a chair. 

The group ignored her and went on. " I suppose all the mad stuff must've counted against him," said George to Fred. 

"Yeah," said Fred slowly. "Yeah, you've caused too much trouble, mate. Well, at least one of you's got their priorities right." 

He strode over to Harry and clapped him on the back while giving Ron a scathing look. 

"Prefect . . . ickle Ronnie the prefect . . ."

The frustrated girl stood up from her chair and grabbed Freds' elbow. "What the bloody hell is a Prefect, and why are you guys so mad at Ron for getting it?" 

"Oh hey there." Fred gave her a shell-shocking smile that almost made her smile back, except she raised her eyebrows and tilted her head forwards to indicate that she really wanted to know. "Right, we aren't mad at him, technically. Just surprised he got the badge is all." 

"Right. Then what is a Prefect?" 

"A student who had been given extra authority and responsibilities by the Head of House and Headmaster."

"Oh, it's the same as in France then. I thought it was something better. Guess not." 

"You used to live in France?" Fred furrowed his brows and looked at her with disbelief. 

"Yeah. Lived there my whole life." The girl walked forwards and got in Freds' face. "You don't hear the accent?" 

"Well, I—" 

Alexis smirked and walked straight past the completely flustered boy. She slipped out the door, passing Hermione on the way down the hall. There was a distant bang and some shouting. 

The teenager walked down the stairs and turned just in time to see Mrs. Weasley back into the room, carrying a pile of freshly laundered robes. 

Alexis went into her room and locked the door behind her. 

As she laid on her bed, she began to think. It was such a shame how she couldn't use her wand outside of Hogwarts anymore since she was now officially claimed underage in the wizarding world. It didn't really matter to her in the slightest, but it really did blow her coverup. 

The upside was that she didn't have to run away from Aurors anymore. Although that really was sometimes the highlight of her day. 

Dumbledore and the lady had agreed that she would use the Floo Network to head straight to Dumbledore's office. 

He had made it very clear that she wouldn't be attending school like all the other kids. In her words, she had felt that she was simply above all of it. 

Although one thing that drastically helped her case was that she knew many spells that even most adults didn't even know of. 

Alexis soon fell asleep while thinking of all the things that were to come. Just trying to avoid the one thought that kept popping up in the back of her head.