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A/N: My apologies if the format of this is weird! I copied it off of this app and pasted it on here. So please just try to roll with it!


I walked into the common room (not needing the password because the Fat Lady knew me) and

everyone started cheering and shouting my name! My outfit had returned to casual and I now

realize how much of a slag I look like! I thought of something more modest and it became a

scarlet, knee length, mid sleeved dress (tight on top and flailing out at the waist) with strapped

golden heels and bracelets. My first destination was the couch by the fire, but I didn't get there. I

was lifted into the air by two third years! Fred and George. "Welcome princess!" They cheered.

"Now, tell us what a royal is!" They chorused.

"Only if you put me down!" I laughed from on their shoulders. I would have felt self conscious

about being in a dress, but then I saw that I wore black leggings. The ginger twins pouted and

set me down on the love seat beside Harry. "Thank you!" I sighed as I put my feet on the coffee

table. Every one chuckled as they looked at me with expectant looks. I explained what

Dumbledore told me, in minor detail. What!? I thought it'd be best! Once I finished everyone

stared at my dress in awe. I looked down and saw that the leggings had disappeared and the

sleeves were now full length. The dress was now trimmed with fire!

"Wicked!" Ron, Fred, George, and several other chorused. "How did you do that?" Ron asked

me. I shrugged and gasped. Ron whipped around to look at the fire place. The fire was taller

and was snaking away from the mantle! "Bloody h***!" Ron cursed as the fire wrapped around

me. "Alex, I know you like the fact that you're the most powerful witch, but knock it off!" Ron

ordered frightened.

"I would if I could, Ronald! I haven't a clue what's going on!" I responded, the fear creeping into

my voice as the fire coiled itself around my legs, as I was now standing. I scowled and noticed

that my hand was covered in fire as well. The process ended after a second of burning in my

skin, to which I didn't comment, and my eyes stung. I blinked rapidly and felt the pain go away.

"Well. Since it seems that I'll be spending a considerable amount of time here, how about

intros?" I suggested. Harry was being very..........quiet. I wanted to know why. As everyone

nodded rapidly at my suggestion I turned to Harry. "What's wrong?"

"I won't get to hang around you as much," he answered. I raised my eyebrow, pursed my lips,

and stared into his eyes. "Fine! You have to stay with every house, including Slytherin. I'm

worried about what people will do to you," he answered sheepishly. I laughed a bit and he gave

me a puzzled look.

"Sorry! It's just funny! I just got wrapped in fire and you're worried about eleven year olds!" I

smiled once I calmed down a bit. He smiled and chuckled, realizing how ridiculous it actually

was. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the common room. "Let's play! I'll start!" I stood on the

coffee table. "Ay-yo! I'm Alexandra! Call me Alex or Alexia, I don't care which. I love to sin', but

I'm bad at it. I'm a bit of a bookworm and a total nut! I love butterbeer, sarcasm, dreams,

prankin', dancin', and most likely Quidditch! And I'm pretty sensitive and can be great fun or a

huge burden!" I smiled. Fred and George lit up when I said pranking and some fifth year lit up

when I mentioned Quidditch.

"Alexia?" A second year stepped forward. I nodded. "Could you sing us a song?" She asked. A

lot of people cheered in agreement and I finally gave in.

"Alright, one son'! I only sin' son's that are important to me so I'll sin' a son' my mum san' to me

before she died," I said, slightly feeling a pang in my heart. I only knew that my mum sang this

to me because of a journal I found of hers. They all clapped and I motioned for them to quiet

down. I had brought my iPod and Dumbledore gave me permission to use it on school grounds.

I put on the karaoke version of Safe and Sound and smiled as my dress changed. It became

black with silver sparkles and a silver belt. It was no sleeved, tight on top, and a sweetheart

neckline. It flared out at my waist and I had silver stilettos and matching no fingered gloves.

"Sweet!" I muttered while looking down at myself. I smiled and the song began to play.

"I remember tears streamin' down your face

When I said, "I'll never let you go"

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound

Don't you dare look out your window, darlin',

Everythin's on fire

The war outside our door keeps ragin' on

Hold on to this lullaby

Even when music's gone


Just close your eyes

The sun is goin' down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come mornin' light

You and I'll be safe and sound

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

La La

La La

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

La La

Just close your eyes

You'll be alright

Come morning light,

You and I'll be safe and sound...

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oh oh," I sang in my Australian accent. I could feel a couple of hot tears

but I wiped them off without notice. The entire common room burst into cheers and I now

noticed that the portrait was open!

"I came to tell you to go to bed, but instead, Miss Cason; come with me," Professor

McGonnagle ordered. Was that.......a smile? "Before you worry, Miss Cason, you are in no

trouble at all. Quite a good singer, you are!" The professor praised as we walked down the

corridor. Yes, it was a smile!

"Thank you, Professor!" I smiled through chattering teeth. I looked down to see a red jacket with

green and black jewels and blue jeans. 'Okay, I love this dress!' I thought as I stopped shivering.

My curiosity got the best of me, "Professor, why do you call me by my middle name?"

I looked ahead jut in time to see a gargoyle jump out of my way. I smiled as I stepped, once

again, on the escalator. Professor McGonnagle followed me with a full blown grin! I knocked on

the mahogany door to Dumbledore's office. "I call you Miss Cason because your last name in

unknown," she answered.

"Come in," Dumbledore said. Professor McGonnagle pushed the door open and nudged me

through. Dumbledore chuckled once he saw me and gestured o the chair in front of him. "Not

even a day and already in trouble, are we?" He smiled and his blue eyes twinkled. If I were to

get into trouble with any of the teachers, I'd prefer it be him. McGonnagle answered for me.

"No, sir. Quite the contrary. Miss Cason, could you wait outside for a moment?" She smiled. Am

I the only one that can make her smile?

"Yes, ma'am," I answered and left the cozy office. Of course, I listened anyway.

"You should hear her sing, Albus!" McGonnagle praised. "It's absolutely beautiful, and she is so

modest of it!"

"Minerva, as marvelous as that sounds, I shall assume you wish to ask something of me?"

Dumbledore calmly responded.

"Yes, yes! I was wondering, might she sing at Quidditch matches and special occasions?" I

could hear the giddiness in her voice. My heart sank, even though I was extremely flattered. Me,

sing in front of the entire school?! I think I'd die!

"Perhaps," Dumbledore paused. "If Alexia agrees." Uh-oh! If I don't then I'm screwed. But if I do:

I humiliate myself from stage fright! Oh Merlin, help me! I looked down at the ground, suddenly

feeling a bit queasy. I don't like this! "Alexia, come in here, please!" The kind headmaster called.

I have to do it. I pushed open the door confidently and took my seat once more. "Could you sing

for me?" He asked. I locked my fear deep down and nodded.

"What song?" I asked. He told me to choose. I nodded and sang "Blank Space" by Taylor Swift.

When I had finished I felt much better than before, almost as if my stage fright had just

vanished! The Professors clapped and I smiled.

"Why don't you sing much?" Dumbledore asked me.

"I love to sing, I really do, but I never thought I was good at it," I answered awkwardly, suddenly

finding the stone floor the most interesting thing in the room.

"Why do you think you cannot sing well? Your friends encourage you, don't they?"

"Yes, they do. It's just, my entire life I've grown up with criticism. I would go outside to sing, but

people always criticize me. They say a dying cat could sing better than I could. Harry has been

helping me with my singing ever since, but I always hear them saying I'm no good and I'll never

amount to anything," I sighed, still looking at the floor.

"Listen to your friends, Alex. You are quite fantastic at singing! As for the haters: they're just

upset that you can sing and they can't," Dumbledore assured me. I nodded with a smile, I've

been smiling a lot lately. "Now, Alexia, how would you like to accept the offer?" He knew I'd

listened. I decided to play dumb and gave him a puzzled look. "Just like your mother! Always

listening, but denying it once it came back around," he laughed. I grinned cheekily and nodded. I

could sing in front of the whole school, wanted to even!

"I would love to," I answered, letting my grin slip away because my cheeks began to cramp. "I'd

also love to sleep, so may I go?" Dumbledore nodded and I ran straight to the staircases,

ignoring Filch as he yelled at me. I stopped at the stairs and looked up. I'd have to climb 32

flights of stairs to reach the common room! I groaned loudly and looked around. An idea came

to mind. I looked toward the left wall and saw a fire place. I waved my right hand and the fire

circled me. I thought hard about the Gryffindor common room. The people there, the colors, the

feeling of security, and my three best friends. I felt my fingers singe as I was teleported into the

center of the common room. Several people took a step back in fright, others gasped, and

others-still-applauded. "Anybody got any ice?" I joked as I saw my hands blackened.

Everyone laughed and I grinned. I finally had some friends. We continued with our game and I

made it about halfway through. I met a second year named Katie, first years named Dean,

Seamus, Lavender, and Parvati. I met Oliver Wood: the fifth year that lit up when I mentioned

Quidditch. I also met Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, I never knew their years. After Lee

Jordan stood up I apologized and passed out on the couch. I could hear several people coo as I

was lifted from the couch and up to the stairs. "Thanks, Harry," I mumbled without opening my

eyes. I only knew it was him because he used to always carry me to our room when I fell asleep

on the couch.

"Anytime, Lexi," I heard him whisper before I felt a bed and I was out


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