"Not again," Ollivander sighed, approaching the unconscious girl as she laid on the cold cement floor. "That poor girl."

"She's very strong," Luna told him quietly. "Courageous, also. She'll fight for as long as she can. Always has."

Alexandra never saw herself as strong or courageous, especially upon her return from 1943. After meeting Tom, she realized how simple it was for someone to manipulate her, and how scared she truly was. Her friends saw her differently. They saw her as the girl always willing to risk her life for theirs, and, although they didn't agree with it, that's one of the most strong and courageous things anyone could do. She would do anything to ensure the safety of the people she loves, without hesitation, but they couldn't do the same for her, and it ripped them apart. Especially Hermione, who wanted nothing but to be reunited with her best friend.

"He'll always be stronger," Ollivander muttered, finding the blanket Draco had given her and placing it over the girl. He had considered stealing it a number of times, especially when the girl was unconscious, but he felt guilty. Both him and Luna were fully covered in clothes and robes, while Alexandra was still in the dress she had worn to the summer wedding. She had already fallen sick a number of times from the cold temperatures from the cellar, and that blanket could very well be the thing keeping her alive.

"When will the Malfoy boy return?" Ollivander asked, knowing Draco was the only one who could truly help Alexandra until Harry arrived.

"Hogwarts allows students to return home around the Easter holiday. I suppose then," Luna answered. "It's only January. The only thing we can do now is hope."

Draco was slowly going mad, trapped within the walls of his no-good school. Unable to write or receive letters from his family, he knew nothing of what was going on in his home. That was until he ran into Snape.

"I overheard your mother discussing a trip to Borgin and Burkes she had taken recently," Snape told the boy, watching as Draco immediately left his classroom without saying a single word. Without hesitation, Draco quickly made his way to the Room of Requirement to reunite with the thing he never thought he'd have to see again: the vanishing cabinet.

Opening the door of the cabinet, he looked down at a piece of parchment. He read his mother's handwriting, letting out a sigh of relief.

She's still alive, and she's fighting. Don't lose hope.

Draco sat on a nearby pile of books, putting his head in his hands and taking a deep breath. When he picked his head back up, the room had changed.

Slowly, Draco stood up and began examining the room, wondering why it had revealed itself to him.

The room was filled with empty shelves, and the floor was covered in shattered glass. There was one glass ball still in tact, and Draco picked it up. He held it in his hands, seeing nothing but a blue fog reflecting off of the glass. Placing it on one of the shelves, he noticed a small table nearby. The table, however, was empty.

Tom, thinking himself and Alexandra were the only two people who knew of the Room of Requirement, had left Ravenclaw's diadem on that table for her to find. She did find it, but wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. She believed that hiding the diadem would keep Tom from ever finding it again in the event that it was, as she expected, a horcrux. Before the events of the wedding, she told Ginny of the diadem's location, and tasked her with hiding it where nobody could find it. Ginny did exactly that.

Later that evening, at dinner, Draco looked across the dining hall in an attempt to make eye contact with the Weasley girl. When he did, he nodded as a way to tell the girl her friend is still alive.

Snape, having been watching Draco closely, noticed the small interaction, but didn't say a word. He thought Draco was very similar to himself. Although Snape lost the love of his life to Voldemort, he truly hoped that Draco would never have to feel the same pain and suffering he still feels today.