Status: being rewritten

The Lost Prince

I shouldn't have come tonight.

The cold air sticks to her skin. The wind tossed her loosely kept hair around her face. From the unease on her father's face she knows he feels the same. Narcissa had insisted - didn't she? Why had she to begin with? Alexandra's stomach churns at the thought; she knows why. She doesn't want it to be true.

I shouldn't have come tonight.

I don't own the Harry Potter characters or the universe, only the OCs.
Prepare for some major canon breakage.
Rated R for dark & adult themes