In the Transfiguration classroom, Hermione and Harry exchanged concerned glances as they realized Alexia was missing. Hermione, being diligent as always, turned to Ron for any information about Alexia's whereabouts, momentarily forgetting the tension between them.
"Ron, do you know where Alex is?" Hermione asked, hoping for a helpful answer.
Ron's annoyance at the mere mention of Alexia's name was evident. He responded sarcastically, "Oh, she's probably off with her Slytherin girlfriend, isn't she? Showing her true colours."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by Ron's bitterness. She hesitated for a moment, not expecting such a response. Harry, sitting nearby, couldn't help but feel the tension in the air, sensing that Ron's comment might have escalated the existing conflict.
Hermione, though hurt by Ron's comment, chose to let it go for the moment. The Transfiguration class continued, but a sense of worry lingered in the air for both Harry and Hermione. They exchanged glances, silently questioning each other about Alexia's unexpected absence. The classroom atmosphere was tense, and the ongoing lesson became a backdrop to their concern for their missing friend. As the minutes ticked by, both Hermione and Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that something unusual was happening, and they anxiously awaited any sign of Alexia's return.
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Alexia felt a mix of discomfort and frustration as she emerged from the Floo network at St. Mungo's Hospital. The attention directed towards her was overwhelming, with people whispering and staring as if she were a celebrity. The rumours about her being the holder of the ancient magic had spread quickly, of course, she thought, everybody reads the Daily Prophet.
Caught off guard, Alexia found herself in an impromptu photo session when a witch approached her, asking for a picture. Before she could decline, the witch hastily snapped a photograph, leaving Alexia feeling exposed and uneasy. The realization that her newfound status was attracting unwanted attention sunk in, and she hurriedly made her way through the hospital corridors, eager to find out more about her mother's condition.
Amidst the clamour of people calling her name, Alexia's attention shifted to the familiar voice in her head. It whispered the exact room where her mother was being treated.
"Room 305, Alexia."
Startled, she mumbled to herself, "How do you know that?" The voice remained silent, leaving her to navigate the labyrinthine corridors of St. Mungo's, following the signs to Room 305. As she reached the door, her heart raced, and she hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.
Inside, Isadora held a tiny bundle in her arms, a newborn wrapped in a soft blanket. Alexia's eyes widened with pure joy as she rushed towards her mother and the newest addition to the family.
"Mom is that...?" Alexia's voice trailed off in awe.
Isadora beamed, nodding. "Meet your new brother, Alexia."
Overwhelmed with happiness, Alexia approached the bed, marvelling at the tiny, sleeping baby. As she exchanged glances with her mother, the worries and stresses of the outside world melted away, replaced by the warmth of family and the promise of new beginnings.
Isadora extended the bundle towards Alexia, a tender smile playing on her lips. "Go on, Alexia. Hold your little brother."
For a moment, Alexia hesitated, anxiety creeping into her expression. The responsibility of cradling the tiny life in her hands felt overwhelming. She wasn't sure if she was ready for this, but Isadora's encouraging gaze spurred her forward.
"I don't know, Mom. What if I—"
"Trust me, you'll be wonderful," Isadora interrupted gently, her eyes reflecting confidence. "Just like you were in your younger years at Hogwarts, you have a natural way with people, especially the little ones."
Feeling a mix of uncertainty and warmth, Alexia finally relented. Slowly, she reached out and took the newborn into her arms, marvelling at the fragility of the tiny being. As she held the baby close, a wave of tenderness washed over her, softening the edges of her anxiety.
Isadora watched with pride and joy as Alexia cradled the baby, realizing that this was a moment of connection and love—a shared experience that bound them as a family.
Alexia too focused on the baby in her arms, doesn't notice Adrian arriving in the room, a proud smile on his face as he sees his son and Alexia.
Isadora, observing the scene, couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and happiness. The family, now expanded with the addition of the newest member, was a testament to the enduring strength of love and kinship. The room resonated with the quiet joy that enveloped them, as they welcomed the newest member of the family into their embrace.
She looked up, noticing Adrian standing there with a proud smile. His eyes reflect an understanding passing between them. At that moment, they silently acknowledged the bonds that held them together.
As the baby opened his eyes, revealing the same sparkling emerald hue that mirrored Alexia's own, a playful grin spread across her face.
"Well, it seems someone else in the family got the memo about having fabulous green eyes," Alexia quipped her tone light and teasing. Isadora chuckled, and even Adrian couldn't help but smile at the jest. The shared laughter filled the room, creating a warm and joyful atmosphere as they celebrated the newest addition to their magical family.
The moment hung suspended in the air, charged with the prospect of familial joy and uncertainty. However, the tranquil atmosphere was abruptly shattered as the door swung open, admitting a healer into the room. Her eyes widened upon seeing Alexia, and a wide grin spread across her face.
"Oh, it's you! The holder of the Ancient Magic!" the healer exclaimed, her enthusiasm echoing off the walls.
Alexia shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable. The attention and recognition she received often weighed heavily on her, especially in moments of personal vulnerability.
Adrian, ever perceptive to Alexia's feelings, stepped forward with a courteous smile. "Thank you for your kind words. We appreciate your enthusiasm. However, we need a moment of privacy as a family. Isadora and the baby are in good hands."
The healer, momentarily taken aback by the interruption, quickly regained her composure. "Of course, of course! Just let me know if you need anything," she chirped, her enthusiasm undeterred. With a polite nod, Adrian guided her out of the room, allowing Alexia a reprieve from the unintentional spotlight.
Alone once more, Alexia took a deep breath, the weight of expectation momentarily lifted. The impending reunion with her family became a more private affair, and as the door closed behind the departing healer, a sense of calm settled over the room, leaving space for the intimate moments that lay ahead.
As the door closed behind the departing healer, Isadora's eyes met Alexia's with relief and curiosity. "So, the news about you being the holder of the Ancient Magic is on the front page, how's that possible?" she asked with a worried look.
Alexia shrugged, a hint of uncertainty in her response. "I'm not sure, Mum. These things have a way of spreading, especially in a place like Hogwarts." Alexia took a deep breath and began recounting the events, "During the Champion Selection, Harry's name came out, and he's now the fourth champion. Ron accused Harry of putting his name in the Goblet of Fire, and he accused me of seeking attention with the ancient magic. I accused him of being the one to tell the Daily Prophet about it so, I argued with him, and now we're not on speaking terms."
Isadora exchanged a concerned glance with Adrian, "That's quite a lot to handle, dear. It seems like there's more to the story, especially considering the attention on you."
Alexia nodded, "Yeah, it's been a bit overwhelming. But I'll figure it out. For now, I'm just glad to be here with both of you and this little one." She gently reached out and touched the baby's tiny fingers watching how her little brother smiled at her.
Isadora smiled warmly, "We're here for you, Alexia. Family comes first. And congratulations, you're now a big sister."
Adrian added, "Indeed. We'll support you through whatever challenges come your way."
As the conversation wove through the intricate tapestry of Hogwarts and family, a moment of tenderness enveloped the room. Alexia's gaze shifted from her mother to Adrian, her eyes filled with anticipation and a spark of curiosity.
"And what about the baby's name?" Alexia inquired, her voice carrying a note of excitement.
Isadora exchanged a nervous glance with Adrian, seeking reassurance in his steady gaze. Adrian responded with a reassuring smile, silently urging her to share the moment.
With a soft smile, Isadora turned back to Alexia. "His name is Reggie," she announced, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and nostalgia.
Alexia's eyebrows lifted in surprise, and she turned her attention to Adrian, who stood cradling the newborn in his arms. "Reggie?" she repeated, seeking an explanation.
Adrian met her gaze, the tiny bundle nestled against his chest. "Reggie, short for Regulus," he explained, his voice gentle and full of reverence. "I know how important your father was to your mum's life, and I felt it was the right thing to do, to pay tribute to him. Given that Regulus is also your father, it just felt right."
Alexia's eyes softened with a mixture of emotions – surprise, gratitude, and a sense of connection. Reggie, a name that carried the weight of legacy and love, became a bridge between generations, linking the past to the present in the embrace of a new life. As the room settled into the warm glow of family bonds, Reggie slept peacefully, unaware of the significance of his name and the love that surrounded him. Alexia's eyes softened as she listened to Adrian's explanation. The choice of the name Reggie held a profound significance, tying together the threads of family and honouring the memory of her father, Regulus Black. She felt a mixture of emotions, a bittersweet blend of joy for the new life and a pang of longing for the father she never knew.
"That's a beautiful name," she said, her voice filled with a warmth that embraced the sentiment behind the choice. "Reggie. It suits him perfectly."
The gloriousness of Hogwarts welcomed Alexia back after she visited St. Mungo's, and her heart brimmed with excitement to share the news of her baby brother with her friends. As she strolled through the bustling corridors, a lively energy carried her towards the familiar haunts of camaraderie.
However, her anticipation waned as she circled through common rooms and common spaces, finding no trace of her friends. Determined, she headed to the library, confident that at least Hermione, the constant bookworm, would be there.
Pushing open the heavy doors, she spotted Hermione engrossed in a book, her expression serious and focused. Yet, as Alexia approached, her elation fizzled into surprise. Hermione wasn't alone; Victor Krum stood close, engrossed in conversation.
The sight caught Alexia off guard, and her big smile wavered into a frown. Unwilling to intrude on the private moment, she quietly turned around, deciding to seek out Harry instead. As she walked away, a mix of emotions tugged at her – surprise, disappointment, and a hint of jealousy.
Spotting Harry, Alexia made her way toward him, her excitement about Reggie's birth momentarily overshadowed by the sight of her friend's dejected demeanour. Harry looked like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, and the strain of being the unexpected fourth champion was clearly taking a toll on him.
"Hey, Harry," she greeted, trying to inject some cheer into her voice.
"Alexia! Where have you been? Hermione is been looking arou-", Harry is cut off by Alexia frowning.
"She's not looking for me, she's with Victor Krum, doesn't seem to realise I wasn't here all morning. Well, no... I was not here to talk about that... I'm here to tell you my mum gave birth! I have a little brother!"
Harry's eyes, clouded with gloom, brightened slightly at her announcement. "That's great news, Alexia," he replied, managing a small smile. "Congratulations!"
Trying to lift his spirits further, she continued, "I was hoping to share this with everyone, but seeing you like this, I wanted to tell you first. His name's Reggie, I'm thinking about teaching him how to play Quidditch this Christmas break so you and I are gonna be his coaches."
Harry's smile widened a bit more at the thought of magic running in the family. "It's good to hear some positive news for a change. And you know what, If I survive this first task, I'll go with you."
Alexia nudged him playfully. "You better! We're family, baby Reggie is your brother as much as his mine."
In that instance, Harry felt a profound sense of belonging, a connection that surpassed the trials and tribulations of their magical journey. The idea of being family resonated in his heart, invoking a mix of gratitude and joy. It was a reminder that, beyond the struggles, beyond the looming threats, there existed a haven of love and unity among friends who had become more than just friends.
The twinkle in Harry's eyes reflected a glow as he smiled, a silent acknowledgement of the depth of their connection.
A brief chuckle escaped Harry's lips, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed a little lighter. "Thanks for bringing a bit of brightness to my day. You truly did."
Draco Malfoy swaggered around the bench where Harry and Alexia were sitting, a smug expression plastered on his face. His Slytherin cronies trailed behind him, casting disdainful glances around the room. Alexia's and Harry's irritation intensified as they braced themselves for whatever malicious comments Malfoy had in store.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the great Potter, the unexpected fourth champion," Malfoy sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Didn't think you could compete with real wizards, did you? But here you are, trying not to embarrass yourself too much."
Alexia shot him a scathing look. "Give it a rest, Malfoy. Your obsession with trying to bring others down is getting old. Why don't you find something better to do, like maybe washing that greasy hair of yours?"
Draco looked at her, frowning. "Jackson, it must be tough, huh? Being thrust into the limelight when you least expected it. People are talking, you know. Speculating about how you managed to put Potter's name in there, you two plotting something."
Harry's jaw tightened, and he shot back, "Save your breath, Malfoy. I don't owe you or anybody else an explanation, and I couldn't care less about what people like you think."
Draco smirked at them, "My father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in this tournament." Alexia's glare hardened and she had no intention of stopping Harry if he snapped, Alexia was ready to do the same. "He disagrees, he thinks you won't last five."
"Why's that? Is it because you're father is accustomed to himself lasting only five minutes? Poor Mrs. Malfoy."
Some of the Slytherins around him tried to hide their shocked expression, Alexia managed to catch Daphne, who was standing nearby, chuckle.
"I don't give a damn about what your pathetic excuse of a father thinks. Quite frankly. I don't care about your stupid ideas either. Tell your mother I send my condolences."
They both turn on their heels, walking away from the Slytherins.
"I'll show you pathetic," Draco said, about to cast a spell. Alexia and Harry reacted quickly, turning around, and taking their wands out.
Before Draco could cast a spell, a bright yellow bolt hit him, and all of them turned around to see Professor Moody.
Draco was turned into a white ferret as Moody approached. The ferret moved with Moody's wand as he made the ferret jump and move around, making the other Slytherins freak out. Harry, laughing, was holding Alexia's arm, preventing her from falling to the ground as she was laughing at the scene.
"Can you teach me that spell, Professor Moody, please? I think it would be very helpful to get Malfoy into his truth form once in a while.", Alexia managed to say between laughter, making Harry laugh even more while nodding.
"What're you doing?", Professor McGonagall had arrived, and she was looking between Moody and the Ferret Malfoy.
"Teaching," Moody replied, moving the ferret up and down in the air.
Professor McGonagall looks at the ferret and then at Alexia. Professor McGonagall, knowing Alexia has never enjoyed doing magic with animals was laughing the hardest at what Moody was doing, seems to put two and two together.
"Is that a student?" She asked indignantly.
"Technically it's a ferret.", Alexia chuckled at Moody's response but quickly shut up when Professor McGonagall glared at her.
Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at the ferret and quickly transfigurated back into Draco.
Draco stood up frantically and Alexia let out an "Oh, I liked him better as an animal.", Harry mumbled a quiet "Same."
"My father will hear about this!"
"He better, that was funny as fu- Sorry, Professor McGonagall."
Harry chuckles as Alexia looks down at her feet, avoiding the professor's glare but also giggling to herself.