“Emily and Draco are happy, right?” Harry asked as he changed behind the dark curtains round his bed. Alicia, still wearing her golden dress from earlier, sighed and leaned back against Jamie’s bed.

“Yes- and if you ask me that one more time, I will knock your lights out,” she said, smiling innocently.

“Ooh, a physical threat!” Jamie laughed as Harry pretended to lock his lips.

“All right... What’s next on the list, then?” Ron said in a strange tone that was almost sarcastic. Alicia spun to glare at him.

“What list?” Harry asked, frowning as Jamie glanced from Alicia to Ron.

“The Emily’s going to die so let’s keep her happy list.” Ron’s voice had turned bitter, making Alicia rise slowly.

“It’s not like that,” she whispered in a deadly voice. “And don’t say that- it won’t happen.”

“’Course it won’t, O’ Fearless One. So what is it like then?” Ron shot back at her and her eyes turned into dark red slits.

“Ron,” Jamie said, his voice holding a warning, which he ignored.

“We all know that your visions are never wrong! This time, you can’t stop it because you don’t know when it will happen exactly!” Ron stood up and met Alicia in the center of the room, his voice loud enough to draw Hermione up the stairs.

“What is going on?” she said as she stepped into the room to see Alicia send Ron flying across the room, where he hit a wall and slid down it before scrambling to his feet, drawing his wand.

“If you ever talk to me again, Weasley, I will kill you” Alicia threatened and Hermione’s jaw dropped.

“Alicia! That’s not funny!” she said, running to Ron.

“Do you see me laughing?” Alicia said in a deadly voice. “Tomorrow, I want you all to meet me in the Room of Requirement at seven. I’ll get word to Emily and Draco. Do not make me hunt you down.” She stormed out of the room and Hermione turned towards Jamie.

“Don’t- I have no idea, either,” he said, shaking his head.

***

The next day, Alicia walked towards the guest quarters with a large white bag, ignoring the whistles and glances from the passing students.

“I need to get inside, it’s important,” she said to the portrait guarding the entrance. He looked down his upturned nose at her as he starched his chin with his quill.

“I’m afraid I cannot let you pass without permission,” he said in a nasal squeak of a voice.

“Emily’s my sister! Look, it’s really important and it will only be this once,” Alicia said and he pursed his lips.

“Only this once,” he repeated, waving with his quill and swinging forwards. She thanked him and walked into the living room, putting the bag onto the table in front of the fireplace.

“EMILY JAME REMUS AMELIA SIRIUS MALFOY! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN THESE STAIRS THIS INSTANT!” she shouted up the stairs, grinning when she heard the startled squeak. “AND YOU CAN DRAG YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE TOO, DRACO!” She moved towards the kitchen and got a glass of water as the two newlyweds came down the stairs, both wrapped in robes.

“Alicia? What are you doing here?” Draco asked, rubbing his eyes.

“How did you get in is a better question.” Emily frowned, stifling a yawn. Alicia just laughed as she came out to meet them. “Wow,” Emily said, her eyes wide as she saw what Alicia was wearing.

“What? Oh, right... The outfit,” Alicia said, glancing down. “Don’t worry, that’s for you,” she said, pointing towards the bag, which Emily eyed carefully.

“Explain... This,” Emily said, sweeping a hand through the air at the tight black leather shorts and tight black leather tank top Alicia was wearing. Her legs were incased in tight black leather high heeled boots that came to her knees. Round her waist was a scarlet utility belt that was empty.

“Well, I decided that since we’re going to fight, we may as well dress for the part,” Alicia grinned, dragging them both to the couch and pushing the bag into Emily’s arms.

“Wait- fight?” Draco said as Emily peeked into the bag.

“Oh yeah... See, I had a vision yesterday of us all fighting the bad guys, slightly hampered by what we were wearing. So, I’ve decided that we’re going to be ready for anything,” Alicia said, grinning at Emily as she pulled out something leather too.

“And you didn’t say anything then because?” Emily asked as Draco smirked at the innocent smile on Alicia’s face.

“I wasn’t really in the mood to totally freak out a wedding party... Especially after the vicar or whatever he was had just said if anyone has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace... I wasn’t going to say I do... I can see the future and I’ve already seen the Bride’s tombstone and now I’ve just seen a great battle raging and we’re losing because of our clothes,” she said and Draco busted up into laughter.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t, then,” Emily said slowly. “So, do I have to wear this all the time?”

“No- just for today... I spoke to Dumbledore and he said that it was okay if it would help us in the future and I want you two to help me convince the others that this is a good thing.” Draco sobered up immediately as Alicia pulled several more white bags from thin air. “I didn’t know what size to get so I got every size...” she explained, shoving the bags towards Draco. “The two of you can wear these at seven at the Room of Requirement? I’ll love you forever and ever and ever!”

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