A/N: As always nothing belongs to me. I just like to play.
A drabble. If the Weasleys were dark spies.
Behind the scenes
"Mum, that boy was Harry Potter!" Fred, or maybe George, exclaimed, leaping down from where he had helped to raven haired boy.
"We saw his scar and everything" Joined George, or maybe Fred, leaping beside his brother. They linked arms and wandered down the platform. Molly Weasley got a calculating look in her eye.
"Oh, and he looked so lonely," She sighed. She leant down to adjust Ron's robes. She whispered in his ear, "Ronald, you know we will never speak of this again, if you were to become the Boy-Who-Lived's friend allowing us closer to the workings of the light we will be held above all others at the Dark Lord's side." Ron nodded solemnly. He knew his part in bringing down the Light.
"Is this seat taken? Everywhere else is full," Ron grinned at the boy he knew to be his family's ticket back to prosperity.
