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1. With Eyes Wide Shut by Blessthefall | The Recollections of Roxanne Weasley

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Roxanne hadn't set foot outside of the house the entire weekend. The snow had been coming down at a steady rate, and the wind was bitter cold. She had no reason to leave, anyways, why would she want to? Everywhere she turned there was a reminder that it was Christmas yet again. All the bright lights in the shop windows, on the houses...she wasn't all too fond of it.

She had never been one to like Christmas in the first place. The glory that was put on presents, decorations, and the rubbish people called music wasn't what she enjoyed about the holiday. She had enjoyed spending time with friends and family. But this year wouldn't feel right, not at all. How could it? Last year they were all off hiding from You-Know-Who, now this year...this year everything was different.

She sighed heavily, rolling over onto her back on the old couch that she had managed to buy off a Muggle for cheap. It had been garbage, but it wasn't anything a few charms couldn't fix. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared up at the ceiling. Her mind was swimming with a variety of different things. She hadn't thought so much about what had happened for months. Having Sam around helped, he didn't linger much on the war.

That's what they would have wanted, anyway, he would always say that whenever anyone started to feel sorry about things.

But, how could she not feel sorry after everything she'd seen? Everyone she'd lost? They shouldn't have died in the first place! One of those curses was meant for her. It should have been her instead. But it wasn't, and, she knew she couldn't change that.

They were all gone.

Roxanne let out a loud, drawn out sigh as she rolled off the couch; she hoped walking around the house would get her mind off of things. She wandered about the house for a while, rearranging things when she came across something that could stand to be rearranged.

She poured herself a glass of firewhisky. If her mother knew she had picked up the habit, she'd never hear the end of it. But Roxanne had managed to rationalize it, after all, Maxine, Elle, and herself had gone through things that her mother couldn't even imagine! They should have been seventh years in school, but instead they had been off, in hiding, while they were trying to help defeat Voldemort.

In her own mind, her new habit made perfect sense.

She quickly got up from the small chair and dropped her glass in the sink, letting what was left of the firewhisky drain out when she heard a knock on the door. It was familiar, the same old rhythm that she and her friends used in their sixth year waited for every full moon at the Shrieking Shack.

Roxanne practically ran to the door, she hadn't seen anyone besides Sam, Hermione, Ron, and Lana Dowel in the seven months since the battle. She had been invited out, but she had preferred to stay home every time.

As soon as she pulled the door open, she saw three familiar faces. One with long, brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. The second sporting short, messy brown hair with glasses, and the last with bright, dyed red hair, matching her personality, as it fell over her shoulders the same manner it always had.

"I didn't know you lot were coming," Roxanne said instantly, usually someone sent an owl.

Lysander Lestrange smirked, "That is the point of a surprise visit, Roxxy. You aren't supposed to know."

Roxanne rolled her eyes, "Has something happened?"

Maxine Potter shook her head, "No, we really are just here for a surprise visit."

"Are you going to let us in or not?" Lana Dowel asked finally, the wind was blowing snow around and it was bitter cold on Roxanne's face. It must have been much colder for the three of them, standing out in the weather.

"I suppose I could," she replied, stepping back and letting the three of them pass her. "Make yourselves at home."

The three of them each slipped off their jackets and tossed it onto the old leather chair that sat next to the couch. Maxine looked around the house, as if she was looking for something. Lana did the same, the two of them should have been used to the house by now. They had been there a few times already. It was Lysander who should have been curious about the house. But instead he looked at Roxanne, as if he was watching for something.

"How's Elle?" Roxanne asked, looking at Lana.

Lana frowned, giving a shrug. "She's seen better days," she replied.

Roxanne frowned, she had hoped that Elle would visit her. They had both lost two people, two people they cared about more than their own lives.

She sighed a bit and then looked at the others, "Alright, so what's the pleasure?" she asked, "Did Sam send you?" she added, looking towards Maxine who had done a few things for Sam in the past months. "I don't need a babysitter, anything he's told you otherwise is a lie."

"Sam doesn't lie," Lysander replied, "But what's the harm in visiting?"

Maxine rolled her eyes as she dramatically flopped down on the couch, "Oh, stop it, Lysander. Quit stalling."

"Stalling?" Roxanne echoed, looking at Maxine and then to Lysander.

Lysander sighed, he was quiet whatever it was he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"It's Alexander, Roxanne." Lana frowned.

Roxanne felt an eyebrow go up, "What about him? Is he finally getting better?" she asked. For a moment, she felt a spark of excitement but when neither of them nodded or smiled, it quickly went away again. "Has he gotten worse?"

Lysander shook his head quickly, "No, no...he's the same," he said as the group of them made their way into the sitting room and took a seat. Lana claimed a rocking chair, Roxanne sat down next to Maxine, and Lysander on the other side of her. "They said he probably won't ever get his memory back," he stated.

Roxanne stared at him, "Of course he will! Sam visits him all the time!" she said lightly, trying to sound a bit more hopeful.

"Yeah, and he still doesn't remember Sam at all," Maxine said quietly, "And nobody just forgets Sam," she added, trying to lighten the mood. Even just a little.

"He got hurt real bad, Roxanne," Lysander stated, "Neville says he's a lot like his parents, can't remember anything about anything that happened."

Roxanne frowned, "You came all the way here to tell me that?" she asked, glaring at Lysander. "I haven't seen you in months and then you finally come and see me just to tell me bad news?!" she asked sharply standing up from her seat. "It would have been nice to just have a nice visit, you know," she said turned and looking at Maxine and Lana. "From either of you. Unlike you, I don't want to think about what happened whenever we see each other!"

"We don't either, Roxanne," Lana said defensively.

"Well, it sure seems like it," she said, crossing her arms. "I have things to do today-- you should leave. All three of you," she ordered, briskly walking over to the door and pulling it open, not caring for the cold wind that flooded into the house.

The three of them looked at her and then at one another. Lysander was the first to stand up. He spared Roxanne an apologetic look as he slipped on his jacket, but she didn't return it. Her expression remained full of anger. Lana was the second to grab her coat, but she slipped it on without sparing a glance at Roxanne and followed Lysander out onto the few front steps.

But Maxine didn't move from her spot on the couch.

"Go on, you, too," Roxanne ordered, "Just because you are The-Girl-Who-Lived doesn't give you the right to do as you please."

Maxine got up from her seat with a sigh and grabbed her jacket, she didn't really give Roxanne an apologetic look like Lysander had. It was more of a look of disappointment.

"We did want to visit, too, Roxanne," she said as she zipped up her coat. And as she stepped past Roxanne, she stopped and looked at Roxanne for a long moment. "And lay off the firewhisky, Roxanne. Your breath is awful."

"Shove off, Potter."

Once the three of them were gone, Roxanne made her way into the kitchen and poured herself another glass to drink since she lost the other to a pointless visit. She didn't want a visit just to get bad news. She wanted things to go back to the way things were, but that clearly wouldn't ever happen.

Roxanne found herself rearranging things again. Looking for things to rearrange. Messing up things so they could be arranged once more. The second bedroom was where she ended up, bored and tired of tidying up, thinking about how she and Sam had turned it into a study. So Roxanne made her way over to the desk and sat down, pulling open the drawer that she kept parchment in and taking out a Muggle pencil.

She had tried writing it all down before, but every time she just couldn't get it right.

It didn't seem right.

There was something about it every time that seemed wrong. Or, maybe she just didn't want to think about it all over again even though she knew that usually writing things down helped her. It had helped her while she was in hiding with Maxine and Elle. But, now it just seemed like too small of a task to help her with something so big.

She pulled out the parchment that already had scribbled words on it. It didn't seem right then, and it still didn't seem fitting. Hiding '97-'98, no that wasn't a good thing to call what ever this load of rubbish would be. It wasn't that the events weren't true, they were. They had happened. But she just couldn't think of what to call it...so she quickly scribbled over that title option.

Aiding Maxine Potter, no, that definitely wasn't it. She crossed that out. Why had it been so easy for Hermione to write all those articles for the prophet? She had told Roxanne that writing it all down helped, but how? How did giving it a name help?

Hermione had used the easiest title, Hermione Granger: The Golden Trio. It had a ring to it, it didn't make the story seem all that sad all the time-- it sounded like some of it would be good. And everyone called Harry, Ron, and Hermione the Golden Trio, anyways, it wasn't a very original title...

Roxanne began to scribble down possible titles. She dropped the pencil in defeat at the sight of the last one, Roxanne Weasley: The Silver Trio.

'How original,' she thought. She could hear her own sarcasm in her own thoughts. That was a sign she spent too much time talking to herself.

Roxanne sighed and picked up the pencil again.

'Just write it, think of the title later... '

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Little_Mickey: Guys, I pulled a Roxanne thing. If you've read her book, you'll get it. I couldn't help myself. Stay Classy!

xonceuponatimex: Hey, guys! This is the millionth fan-fiction that Max is in, so enjoy! :)

reachingformorex: Yo Frellians! Aha, so this is a AU story (that means alternative universe, if you don't know ;]) of Elle. I will be writing the chapters that are her perspective, so be on the look out for them! You will be seeing a lot of familiar faces, and I'm very excited for this book. It's going to be a lot of fun, and I hope you guys will like it as well!

dedicated to bellamour_ for the beautiful cover. She is bae.