The older slytherin walked down the grounds, her feet making the water on the grass fly into the air slightly. Her hands hung beside her as she walked, hair pulled back nearly in some fashion and face painted with a touch of make up. Finally, she stood before the memorial, the tomb of a man whom everyone spoke of as great. Albus Dumbledor... He had been a great man, even the dark witches and wizards could not deny that and neither did Alexandria. He was killed by someone who cared about him, which worked because it was better then allowing someone so young to do that deed. She had heard many rumors, had heard accounts that it was Draco Malfoy who was suppose to have killed the man... Her real father was suppose to have done it and he couldn't. Deep down, she was grateful for that...

Looking around, she saw a few other students who were wondering the grounds and she sat down by a tree and looked at it. Why was she even here? To find something? No, she honestly had no idea why she was here. Buried under the memorial was a great man, he had been a great light for the wizarding world to see during those times. Maybe that was what she needed? A light in the darkness??? Rubbing her head, she wondered if her soul truly was dark? Billie was gone, that had been her light. She was in love with another and Alex was left to wonder about her, wonder about the 'what-ifs' in their relationship.

Would there ever be someone who could bring her from that point? No, probably not. She just had to stay strong and hope no one asked her for her deepest secret...