Post by Alecsander on Nov 15, 2011 1:50:47 GMT -5
Name: Alecsander Malice Kameren, Order of Merlin 1st Class, Head of Magical Law Enforcement
Age: 39
Birthdate/place: [23-02-1997] \\ Dunshire, England
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Family:
Pureblood
Eloise Kameren – Wife, Witch. 38.
Elias Cain Kameren – Son, 11. [April 2025]
Madelyne Paige Kameren – Daughter, 9. [December 2026]
Kristopher Curse Kameren - Brother, wizard. 42.
Arianna Dream Kameren – Sister-in-law, witch. 39.
Maxime Kristopher Kameren - Nephew, wizard. 24.
Violet Sophia Kameren - Niece, witch. 12.
Evelyn Aimee Kameren - Niece, witch. 8.
Appearance:
Hair: Cut short, his black hair is getting to be quite interspersed with grey.
Eyes: Emerald green.
Build/height- Standing six-three, Alex is blocky and broad-shouldered, a life of hard work showing in his muscles and posture.
General Description- Lanky in his youth, Alex has grown to fill his frame at last. His body and size lend him a presence of authority and quiet danger. One can take the Auror out of the field, but an auror never stops working. He has many scars, mainly from his job as auror. Many of the worst of these seem to be the work of some strange beast, claw marks and bites— from a demon attack he barely survived when he was younger. His face is more lined than one would expect from someone his age, things he’s seen, things he’s done, as well as his brother’s illness. Still, they are not all bad— his face also tells a story of a happy life, a happy family.
He prefers casual clothing, and is more comfortable in it than more formal things of muggle or wizarding wear. He needs glasses to read, but rarely wears them in public unless it is absolutely necessary.
Possessions- The accumulations of a lifetime, and many lifetimes before, in the form of the Kameren Estate. He also maintains a small stables on the grounds, inhabited by six horses. He has three dogs, two german shepherds and a Australian/German shepherd mix.
One of his most cherished possessions is his wedding ring, a wide silver band. A more necessary possession is a pair of reading glasses he doesn’t like to wear.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Age has mellowed his lone personality, has warmed him to the concept of dealing with people in a social setting. Although to be honest, his wife and their children have had a lot more to do with that than age. Left alone, he’d be a grouchy, antisocial old auror still. Still, he would rather spend his time alone, or with his family, rather than socializing. He’s not a politician, and this has put him at odds over the years with other department heads and the Minister. He doesn’t play games, he is more concerned with his men and women in the Magical Law department than whether or not some higher-up’s reputation is preserved, or whether or not the budget can afford his actions.
Alex is a fiercely loyal man, and especially to his family. For a long time he was searching for that, and he finally found it. With a wife and children, not to mention his brother and his family, Alex has gone from no family at all to a large one. And he’s happy with it, he loves them all.
He is protective, and really has a drive to care for others which is at odds with his social abilities and gruff exterior. He especially looks after his brother, who has been long affected by a poison that by all rights should have killed him years ago, not to mention several mental issues. There is also his wife and children, who seem to get into all the trouble two siblings can manage at the age of nine and ten.
A severe coma years ago impaired his speech; causing him to mix words, to substitute words, to speak slowly, to stutter and to sometimes find it impossible to speak at all. This was a hard blow to the young, quick-witted, sarcastic auror. But as time went on, his speech gradually improved. Now, though he talks more slowly, he rarely mixes words or loses the ability to speak at all. In times of great stress or anger or high emotion old wounds come to haunt him and he finds words with difficulty again.
Alliance- Kameren Family, Ministry of Magic
Alignment- Neutral Good
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Ravenclaw
Job- Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department
Employer- Ministry of Magic
OWLs/NEWTs- O's or E's
Other:
Magical Skills-
Patronus- German Shepherd
Wand- Pine 13.3" Core: Basilisk sight
Goals/Aspirations-
Other Information-
History-
Alex’s early life is not one that he cares to remember. After the age of six, things went downhill swiftly between all three members of the small family, between his mother and father, and between Alex and his father. Alex and his mother remained on fairly good terms, and Alex, with a boy’s desperate trust, took on himself the blame whenever he disappointed Cedric.
Despite everything, and all my denials, I still loved him until the day he died. Perhaps I love him still. A boy’s belief in his father is a strong and strange thing.
His relationship with his father was convoluted and complicated, and even he, throughout his childhood and until the time Cedric died when Alex was twenty-three, didn’t fully understand the complete connections. After being held hostage against Cedric’s safe passage the summer he was twelve, Alex’s decisions in life for the most part involved separating himself as much as possible from Cedric and the Kameren name.
With the ministry placing him in a foster home only for the duration of the summer, Alex found himself adrift on holidays. He found himself taken under the Pierce’s wing, a pureblood family that couldn’t be farther from the Kamerens in personality. He’d made friends with the son the year before, a boisterous, mischievous boy who steadily ignored boundaries and personal space and dragged people behind him like a friendly tornado. To compound the issue, he had a twin sister.
Cain was unique. Even from his twin, who was closer to him than any other soul. I often wondered if they shared one. He was brilliant, and they broke him. Even the brightest star can fall.
His only friends through school, the Pierce twins and their family swiftly became the only family he had as well, although he was stiff and often anti-social with them. Thought they loved him unreservedly, he was reserved. Something in him reserved trust, held back the ability to connect and learn from the social connections around him. He grew older and he grew up, but he never fully matured.
In 2015, he applied to the auror program and met Curse Kameren for the first time. Neither at first made the connection, but it wasn’t long before the logical answer was made clear, with a little research. Thrown together, the two brothers made awkward attempts to connect. Neither one knew much about family, and both were hindered by stubborn, loner personalities.
Auror training was hard, the three years flying by. There were events, major and minor, that resulted in the two brothers coming together. They formed a small family, rough and broken in places, but they backed each other, and that was all that was needed.
As Alex became a full Auror, dark witches and wizards started to stir. It was a period of unrest, no war was declared, but deaths became more common, and strange occurrences kept people close to home. The Auror department was under particular attack, and many aurors disappeared, to turn up dead, or never be found at all. Curse was one who returned, but he was damaged, under the curse of an unknown Masked Woman.
Don’t look at me like that brother—you think because you’re some great wizard, that I wouldn’t try my best to take you down? Do you believe your words will keep me from fulfilling my duty? Because you are the Great Curse Kameren, and no one would dare contradict you?
Curse participated in an attack on the ministry, somehow sending warning to Alex and the members of the Black Watch beforehand, but was not able to stay out of the battle, and soon Alex found himself face to face with his brother. It was in that duel that both Kameren brothers received their set of identical scars, courtesy of the Kameren Blood curse.
After a time, Cain and Alex were able to break the curse, but that came with its own set of problems. Curse went into a downward spiral and Alex spent most of his time trying to keep him from hurting himself—or others. After Arianna, Curse’s fiancée, left, Curse became worse. It was a hard time for Alex, dealing with Curse by himself, but finally, Curse checked himself into the mental ward.
The aurors were still busy, and Alex didn’t learn the reason until months later, when Curse got out—Max. A little boy, born nine years earlier, had gotten through to Curse where nothing else had. Alex was glad for this, even as he was befuddled with what he was supposed to do with a nephew, especially as he got saddled with babysitting.
Tensions had died over the summer, but in place of them had cropped up demons—dark beasts that roamed the nights and hunted down wizards for the magic they possessed. Unofficial curfews became the norm, with no one venturing abroad after dark. It was late September when Alex was attacked.
He nearly lost his life, and would have, if not for the visions of a little girl and the strength his brother recklessly spent to keep him alive. Nevertheless, it was a close thing, and he was in a coma for months, his family at his side often.
I don’t remember that night. I know what happened, but only by other’s accounts. Lost to memory, the horror of what should have been my death.
When he woke, he was different. Not merely the scars, which roamed over his body, claw marks, places where flesh had been gouged away by the horns of a creature born of and hungry for magic, bites where chunks of his arm had been gnawed at in an effort to keep his magic-filled blood flowing. But his mind was also scarred from the coma, and he found speech difficult. Once, he had been glib, with a sarcastic, acid tongue, now he found it difficult to form simple sentences.
It was hard, especially as it seemed to have no real pattern. As the months went on, he regained his strength, but his words remained unreliable. Only the passage of years would wear away at the disability.
That year was fraught with changes, not only the fall of 2020, but the next year, into the end of 2021. The aurors were extremely busy that year, with the demons and the threat of the Masked Lady. The strife all came to a head in late August with the abduction of Alex’s young nephew. Although he was injured in the kidnapping, Alex joined forces with his brother in the search. Along the way they found young Emery Fletcher, kidnapped some weeks earlier to take Cain’s place as the Stone’s operator.
Their search led them to Castle Innvar, a remote castle in Scotland. The battle was fierce as the Black Watch converged, battling with the Sentinels of Mosrael. Alex and Curse fought their way through the Labyrinth, the fight more often mental and emotional than physical, until they met up with Mosrael herself.
After rescuing Max and destroying Mosrael, life tried to go back to being normal. Normal being a relative term, most people’s definition of ‘normal’ not being the natural state of things around the Kamerens. Alex and Elle started to develop a friendship as the aurors investigated the incidents in Scotland, as well as the Minister’s professed involvement.
In December, Alex attended his brother’s wedding. He had come more to terms with Arianna, getting along better with his brother’s soon-to-be wife than in recent months. He served as the best man, awkwardly and slightly uncomfortable with the post, but he was genuinely happy for Curse to have found happiness at last.
He was alone, Elle having a date already, a healer from Italy named Lysander. Not that Alex had any reason to invite her himself, but he couldn’t help but dislike the perfectly harmless lad. Elle’s relationship with Lysander developed and Alex found reasons to stay away. The healer was cheery and polite, but Alex found him annoying for a reason he couldn’t quite name. However, it wasn’t long until someone else took an interest.
Don't take out your own incompetency on me, Lysander. It’s plain you've not got the balls to deal with the stalker yourself.
It became clear that Elle’s ‘admirer’ was not gone, and she began receiving gifts and notes. Alex tried to trace them to their origin, but was frustratingly unsuccessful. To add to his irritations was a frightened Lysander, who lashed out at the auror one night when he had come to collect the latest ‘gift’ Elle had received. Alex was not one to back down from a fight, and after exchanging words, he offered, in the sincerest of tones, to teach Lysander how to defend himself, if he were afraid of the stalker.
Eventually Lysander left. I didn’t have a hand in it, though I must confess I wish I had. And for a time, the gifts and notes stopped.
Alex and Elle spent more time together, Alex not believing Lysander’s absence was the end of things. Months went by and he relaxed his guard. Then another note arrived and Elle’s owl was murdered. Alex let the frightened healer stay at his flat, allowing her to take his bed while he took the couch. Cain occupied the only other bedroom in the flat and the ‘office’ was too full of the Cursebreaker’s experiments to be safe.
Elle had a nightmare and woke up screaming, bringing Alex into the room at a run. When he discovered it was just a nightmare, he sat on the bed and gently pulled her into his arms. He was awkward, but it seemed to be what she needed. She held on tightly, hiding in his shoulder and trembling as she cried. He held her until she fell asleep, wondering at the peace that seemed to enfold him as he sat with her as she fell asleep.
Under arrest…
Things had gotten so bad that everyone fell under suspicion, even the young intern who worked for Elle. He seemed harmless enough, but Alex wouldn’t take any chances. He hadn’t been able to catch the stalker, which spoke for a remarkable ability to blend into his environment. When Elle nearly got run over by a muggle car, Alex swept her up and took her into St Mungo’s, where he stayed only long enough to be certain she wasn’t hurt. They returned to his apartment, where Alex was pacing and ranting, fear and anger driving his words. Didn’t she realize she could be hurt? That this sicko was fixated on her, and would do anything he could to achieve his means?
The kiss took him by surprise, and he didn’t know what to make of the action, she made no sense to him. It was almost a relief to see her move to the Cauldron, although he knew that it wasn’t safe. A week later she was back, a lock of her hair her newest token. Alex took her back to his apartment and gave her his bed again. He was on the couch when she came in from another nightmare. As had become his habit over the weeks, he took her in his arms to calm the terrors.
It was then that the stalker attacked. Unfortunately, it took Alex too long to realize magic made no matter to the attacker, but once he realized he called on his old school tricks and his more recent skills from battling the magic-hunting demons to disarm the stalker, though the man got away. After taking Elle to the Kameren Estate, Alex spent the next few days tracking and finally locating the man. In the end, he was killed, unwilling to be taken alive.
When Alex returned to the Estate, he apparated in from some distance and walked up the road, tired in every fiber of his being. He needed a little peace before he could face Elle. As he drew nearer to the house, she ran down the meet him. He was surprised at how much better his lumps and bruises felt after her hug, and at how some of the fog was cleared away after her kiss.
Never let them say I’m a slow study.
Alex kissed Elle on her birthday, the first time he had started one of their kisses. He was learning that there were better things in the world than loneliness. And as the years passed, he learned he was in love. But not sure of Elle’s feelings, and not knowing how to ask, he stayed silent, content with the status quo because he didn’t want to lose what he had.
Finally, it was Elle’s own awkward proposal that spurred him into action. Afraid to lose her, afraid to marry her simply for convenience’s sake, he proposed himself, telling her he loved her. The day she agreed to marry him was one of the happiest in his life. The next day was one of the worst.
Cain died, the result of an accident at work. He lived for a couple hours in St Mungo’s, but succumbed to his injuries without waking. Cain’s death was a dark spot on the happy couple’s engagement, Alex had been extremely close to the man he called brother, though they shared no blood. It was while he and Elle were struggling with the death that she told him she was pregnant, and it was the next day that Cain returned to work—as a ghost.
Overjoyed to hear of Elle’s pregnancy, Alex felt a sense of relief when he met his friend in the halls. He was a ghost, but he was the same old Cain, and that went a long way.
I do.
Married in October, the happy couple had a small but elegant ceremony, and Alex gave Elle a beautiful sapphire on a silver band. The ring was delicate and elegant, and it fit her finger perfectly.
Six months later, they welcomed little Elias Cain Kameren into the world, Alex’s firstborn son. Alex was entranced but had no desire to hold the tiny lad, he was certain to crush or drop him. Weren’t babies delicate creatures. He steadfastly refused to take the child until finally his fed-up wife thrust the baby at him, forcing him to take Elias or risk his falling. Face pale, Alex held the small boy gingerly, although he was soon captivated. He had never held a child before this, the youngest child he’d babysitted being Max and having steadfastly refused to hold his niece for the exact same reasons.
With fatherhood came a host of new experiences and duties he’d never expected. Alex worried about being a good father and strived to be the best father and husband he could be. And in a little more than a year they were expecting another child. In nine months Madelyn Paige Kameren was born, A thatch of black hair covered her head and blue eyes became green by her first birthday.
As time passed, Alex accepted jobs that took him into the field less. It was where he wanted to be, and he occasionally returned, but his family was more important, he had to be able to return to them at the end of the day. Eventually he became Head of Magical Law Enforcement, apolitical as he was. He did his best to steer the department in the right direction, and has served in that post for the last five years.
He has a happy family and a good life. The only problem is Curse, whose disease is progressing rapidly. Alex has never deluded himself, unlike his sister-in-law he’s always faced this particular problem head on. He has no delusions as to how long Curse has left, or in what state he is in. But he takes it day by day, enjoying the life he’s made for himself and his family. He couldn’t ask for more.
Age: 39
Birthdate/place: [23-02-1997] \\ Dunshire, England
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Family:
Pureblood
Eloise Kameren – Wife, Witch. 38.
Elias Cain Kameren – Son, 11. [April 2025]
Madelyne Paige Kameren – Daughter, 9. [December 2026]
Kristopher Curse Kameren - Brother, wizard. 42.
Arianna Dream Kameren – Sister-in-law, witch. 39.
Maxime Kristopher Kameren - Nephew, wizard. 24.
Violet Sophia Kameren - Niece, witch. 12.
Evelyn Aimee Kameren - Niece, witch. 8.
Appearance:
Hair: Cut short, his black hair is getting to be quite interspersed with grey.
Eyes: Emerald green.
Build/height- Standing six-three, Alex is blocky and broad-shouldered, a life of hard work showing in his muscles and posture.
General Description- Lanky in his youth, Alex has grown to fill his frame at last. His body and size lend him a presence of authority and quiet danger. One can take the Auror out of the field, but an auror never stops working. He has many scars, mainly from his job as auror. Many of the worst of these seem to be the work of some strange beast, claw marks and bites— from a demon attack he barely survived when he was younger. His face is more lined than one would expect from someone his age, things he’s seen, things he’s done, as well as his brother’s illness. Still, they are not all bad— his face also tells a story of a happy life, a happy family.
He prefers casual clothing, and is more comfortable in it than more formal things of muggle or wizarding wear. He needs glasses to read, but rarely wears them in public unless it is absolutely necessary.
Possessions- The accumulations of a lifetime, and many lifetimes before, in the form of the Kameren Estate. He also maintains a small stables on the grounds, inhabited by six horses. He has three dogs, two german shepherds and a Australian/German shepherd mix.
One of his most cherished possessions is his wedding ring, a wide silver band. A more necessary possession is a pair of reading glasses he doesn’t like to wear.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Age has mellowed his lone personality, has warmed him to the concept of dealing with people in a social setting. Although to be honest, his wife and their children have had a lot more to do with that than age. Left alone, he’d be a grouchy, antisocial old auror still. Still, he would rather spend his time alone, or with his family, rather than socializing. He’s not a politician, and this has put him at odds over the years with other department heads and the Minister. He doesn’t play games, he is more concerned with his men and women in the Magical Law department than whether or not some higher-up’s reputation is preserved, or whether or not the budget can afford his actions.
Alex is a fiercely loyal man, and especially to his family. For a long time he was searching for that, and he finally found it. With a wife and children, not to mention his brother and his family, Alex has gone from no family at all to a large one. And he’s happy with it, he loves them all.
He is protective, and really has a drive to care for others which is at odds with his social abilities and gruff exterior. He especially looks after his brother, who has been long affected by a poison that by all rights should have killed him years ago, not to mention several mental issues. There is also his wife and children, who seem to get into all the trouble two siblings can manage at the age of nine and ten.
A severe coma years ago impaired his speech; causing him to mix words, to substitute words, to speak slowly, to stutter and to sometimes find it impossible to speak at all. This was a hard blow to the young, quick-witted, sarcastic auror. But as time went on, his speech gradually improved. Now, though he talks more slowly, he rarely mixes words or loses the ability to speak at all. In times of great stress or anger or high emotion old wounds come to haunt him and he finds words with difficulty again.
Alliance- Kameren Family, Ministry of Magic
Alignment- Neutral Good
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Ravenclaw
Job- Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department
Employer- Ministry of Magic
OWLs/NEWTs- O's or E's
Other:
Magical Skills-
Patronus- German Shepherd
Wand- Pine 13.3" Core: Basilisk sight
Goals/Aspirations-
Other Information-
History-
Alex’s early life is not one that he cares to remember. After the age of six, things went downhill swiftly between all three members of the small family, between his mother and father, and between Alex and his father. Alex and his mother remained on fairly good terms, and Alex, with a boy’s desperate trust, took on himself the blame whenever he disappointed Cedric.
Despite everything, and all my denials, I still loved him until the day he died. Perhaps I love him still. A boy’s belief in his father is a strong and strange thing.
His relationship with his father was convoluted and complicated, and even he, throughout his childhood and until the time Cedric died when Alex was twenty-three, didn’t fully understand the complete connections. After being held hostage against Cedric’s safe passage the summer he was twelve, Alex’s decisions in life for the most part involved separating himself as much as possible from Cedric and the Kameren name.
With the ministry placing him in a foster home only for the duration of the summer, Alex found himself adrift on holidays. He found himself taken under the Pierce’s wing, a pureblood family that couldn’t be farther from the Kamerens in personality. He’d made friends with the son the year before, a boisterous, mischievous boy who steadily ignored boundaries and personal space and dragged people behind him like a friendly tornado. To compound the issue, he had a twin sister.
Cain was unique. Even from his twin, who was closer to him than any other soul. I often wondered if they shared one. He was brilliant, and they broke him. Even the brightest star can fall.
His only friends through school, the Pierce twins and their family swiftly became the only family he had as well, although he was stiff and often anti-social with them. Thought they loved him unreservedly, he was reserved. Something in him reserved trust, held back the ability to connect and learn from the social connections around him. He grew older and he grew up, but he never fully matured.
In 2015, he applied to the auror program and met Curse Kameren for the first time. Neither at first made the connection, but it wasn’t long before the logical answer was made clear, with a little research. Thrown together, the two brothers made awkward attempts to connect. Neither one knew much about family, and both were hindered by stubborn, loner personalities.
Auror training was hard, the three years flying by. There were events, major and minor, that resulted in the two brothers coming together. They formed a small family, rough and broken in places, but they backed each other, and that was all that was needed.
As Alex became a full Auror, dark witches and wizards started to stir. It was a period of unrest, no war was declared, but deaths became more common, and strange occurrences kept people close to home. The Auror department was under particular attack, and many aurors disappeared, to turn up dead, or never be found at all. Curse was one who returned, but he was damaged, under the curse of an unknown Masked Woman.
Don’t look at me like that brother—you think because you’re some great wizard, that I wouldn’t try my best to take you down? Do you believe your words will keep me from fulfilling my duty? Because you are the Great Curse Kameren, and no one would dare contradict you?
Curse participated in an attack on the ministry, somehow sending warning to Alex and the members of the Black Watch beforehand, but was not able to stay out of the battle, and soon Alex found himself face to face with his brother. It was in that duel that both Kameren brothers received their set of identical scars, courtesy of the Kameren Blood curse.
After a time, Cain and Alex were able to break the curse, but that came with its own set of problems. Curse went into a downward spiral and Alex spent most of his time trying to keep him from hurting himself—or others. After Arianna, Curse’s fiancée, left, Curse became worse. It was a hard time for Alex, dealing with Curse by himself, but finally, Curse checked himself into the mental ward.
The aurors were still busy, and Alex didn’t learn the reason until months later, when Curse got out—Max. A little boy, born nine years earlier, had gotten through to Curse where nothing else had. Alex was glad for this, even as he was befuddled with what he was supposed to do with a nephew, especially as he got saddled with babysitting.
Tensions had died over the summer, but in place of them had cropped up demons—dark beasts that roamed the nights and hunted down wizards for the magic they possessed. Unofficial curfews became the norm, with no one venturing abroad after dark. It was late September when Alex was attacked.
He nearly lost his life, and would have, if not for the visions of a little girl and the strength his brother recklessly spent to keep him alive. Nevertheless, it was a close thing, and he was in a coma for months, his family at his side often.
I don’t remember that night. I know what happened, but only by other’s accounts. Lost to memory, the horror of what should have been my death.
When he woke, he was different. Not merely the scars, which roamed over his body, claw marks, places where flesh had been gouged away by the horns of a creature born of and hungry for magic, bites where chunks of his arm had been gnawed at in an effort to keep his magic-filled blood flowing. But his mind was also scarred from the coma, and he found speech difficult. Once, he had been glib, with a sarcastic, acid tongue, now he found it difficult to form simple sentences.
It was hard, especially as it seemed to have no real pattern. As the months went on, he regained his strength, but his words remained unreliable. Only the passage of years would wear away at the disability.
That year was fraught with changes, not only the fall of 2020, but the next year, into the end of 2021. The aurors were extremely busy that year, with the demons and the threat of the Masked Lady. The strife all came to a head in late August with the abduction of Alex’s young nephew. Although he was injured in the kidnapping, Alex joined forces with his brother in the search. Along the way they found young Emery Fletcher, kidnapped some weeks earlier to take Cain’s place as the Stone’s operator.
Their search led them to Castle Innvar, a remote castle in Scotland. The battle was fierce as the Black Watch converged, battling with the Sentinels of Mosrael. Alex and Curse fought their way through the Labyrinth, the fight more often mental and emotional than physical, until they met up with Mosrael herself.
After rescuing Max and destroying Mosrael, life tried to go back to being normal. Normal being a relative term, most people’s definition of ‘normal’ not being the natural state of things around the Kamerens. Alex and Elle started to develop a friendship as the aurors investigated the incidents in Scotland, as well as the Minister’s professed involvement.
In December, Alex attended his brother’s wedding. He had come more to terms with Arianna, getting along better with his brother’s soon-to-be wife than in recent months. He served as the best man, awkwardly and slightly uncomfortable with the post, but he was genuinely happy for Curse to have found happiness at last.
He was alone, Elle having a date already, a healer from Italy named Lysander. Not that Alex had any reason to invite her himself, but he couldn’t help but dislike the perfectly harmless lad. Elle’s relationship with Lysander developed and Alex found reasons to stay away. The healer was cheery and polite, but Alex found him annoying for a reason he couldn’t quite name. However, it wasn’t long until someone else took an interest.
Don't take out your own incompetency on me, Lysander. It’s plain you've not got the balls to deal with the stalker yourself.
It became clear that Elle’s ‘admirer’ was not gone, and she began receiving gifts and notes. Alex tried to trace them to their origin, but was frustratingly unsuccessful. To add to his irritations was a frightened Lysander, who lashed out at the auror one night when he had come to collect the latest ‘gift’ Elle had received. Alex was not one to back down from a fight, and after exchanging words, he offered, in the sincerest of tones, to teach Lysander how to defend himself, if he were afraid of the stalker.
Eventually Lysander left. I didn’t have a hand in it, though I must confess I wish I had. And for a time, the gifts and notes stopped.
Alex and Elle spent more time together, Alex not believing Lysander’s absence was the end of things. Months went by and he relaxed his guard. Then another note arrived and Elle’s owl was murdered. Alex let the frightened healer stay at his flat, allowing her to take his bed while he took the couch. Cain occupied the only other bedroom in the flat and the ‘office’ was too full of the Cursebreaker’s experiments to be safe.
Elle had a nightmare and woke up screaming, bringing Alex into the room at a run. When he discovered it was just a nightmare, he sat on the bed and gently pulled her into his arms. He was awkward, but it seemed to be what she needed. She held on tightly, hiding in his shoulder and trembling as she cried. He held her until she fell asleep, wondering at the peace that seemed to enfold him as he sat with her as she fell asleep.
Under arrest…
Things had gotten so bad that everyone fell under suspicion, even the young intern who worked for Elle. He seemed harmless enough, but Alex wouldn’t take any chances. He hadn’t been able to catch the stalker, which spoke for a remarkable ability to blend into his environment. When Elle nearly got run over by a muggle car, Alex swept her up and took her into St Mungo’s, where he stayed only long enough to be certain she wasn’t hurt. They returned to his apartment, where Alex was pacing and ranting, fear and anger driving his words. Didn’t she realize she could be hurt? That this sicko was fixated on her, and would do anything he could to achieve his means?
The kiss took him by surprise, and he didn’t know what to make of the action, she made no sense to him. It was almost a relief to see her move to the Cauldron, although he knew that it wasn’t safe. A week later she was back, a lock of her hair her newest token. Alex took her back to his apartment and gave her his bed again. He was on the couch when she came in from another nightmare. As had become his habit over the weeks, he took her in his arms to calm the terrors.
It was then that the stalker attacked. Unfortunately, it took Alex too long to realize magic made no matter to the attacker, but once he realized he called on his old school tricks and his more recent skills from battling the magic-hunting demons to disarm the stalker, though the man got away. After taking Elle to the Kameren Estate, Alex spent the next few days tracking and finally locating the man. In the end, he was killed, unwilling to be taken alive.
When Alex returned to the Estate, he apparated in from some distance and walked up the road, tired in every fiber of his being. He needed a little peace before he could face Elle. As he drew nearer to the house, she ran down the meet him. He was surprised at how much better his lumps and bruises felt after her hug, and at how some of the fog was cleared away after her kiss.
Never let them say I’m a slow study.
Alex kissed Elle on her birthday, the first time he had started one of their kisses. He was learning that there were better things in the world than loneliness. And as the years passed, he learned he was in love. But not sure of Elle’s feelings, and not knowing how to ask, he stayed silent, content with the status quo because he didn’t want to lose what he had.
Finally, it was Elle’s own awkward proposal that spurred him into action. Afraid to lose her, afraid to marry her simply for convenience’s sake, he proposed himself, telling her he loved her. The day she agreed to marry him was one of the happiest in his life. The next day was one of the worst.
Cain died, the result of an accident at work. He lived for a couple hours in St Mungo’s, but succumbed to his injuries without waking. Cain’s death was a dark spot on the happy couple’s engagement, Alex had been extremely close to the man he called brother, though they shared no blood. It was while he and Elle were struggling with the death that she told him she was pregnant, and it was the next day that Cain returned to work—as a ghost.
Overjoyed to hear of Elle’s pregnancy, Alex felt a sense of relief when he met his friend in the halls. He was a ghost, but he was the same old Cain, and that went a long way.
I do.
Married in October, the happy couple had a small but elegant ceremony, and Alex gave Elle a beautiful sapphire on a silver band. The ring was delicate and elegant, and it fit her finger perfectly.
Six months later, they welcomed little Elias Cain Kameren into the world, Alex’s firstborn son. Alex was entranced but had no desire to hold the tiny lad, he was certain to crush or drop him. Weren’t babies delicate creatures. He steadfastly refused to take the child until finally his fed-up wife thrust the baby at him, forcing him to take Elias or risk his falling. Face pale, Alex held the small boy gingerly, although he was soon captivated. He had never held a child before this, the youngest child he’d babysitted being Max and having steadfastly refused to hold his niece for the exact same reasons.
With fatherhood came a host of new experiences and duties he’d never expected. Alex worried about being a good father and strived to be the best father and husband he could be. And in a little more than a year they were expecting another child. In nine months Madelyn Paige Kameren was born, A thatch of black hair covered her head and blue eyes became green by her first birthday.
As time passed, Alex accepted jobs that took him into the field less. It was where he wanted to be, and he occasionally returned, but his family was more important, he had to be able to return to them at the end of the day. Eventually he became Head of Magical Law Enforcement, apolitical as he was. He did his best to steer the department in the right direction, and has served in that post for the last five years.
He has a happy family and a good life. The only problem is Curse, whose disease is progressing rapidly. Alex has never deluded himself, unlike his sister-in-law he’s always faced this particular problem head on. He has no delusions as to how long Curse has left, or in what state he is in. But he takes it day by day, enjoying the life he’s made for himself and his family. He couldn’t ask for more.