Welcome to my next fanfiction! Yes, I know I have yet to work on White Roses and Iron Crosses, but I'm working on re-doing the plot on that one a bit and will be adding soon.

Until then, have fun with Even a Slytherin Needs Love! (Feel free to suggest better titles.) This is set shortly after the Second Wizarding War, sometime between the ending of the seventh book and the epilogue, and it's important to note that North America had absolutely nothing to do with the war (they barely noticed it) and uses a completely different schooling system from the one in Europe.

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Platform 9 and 3/4 was busy and bustling, permeated with steam from the Hogwarts Express. It was the first day of the new school year, and Hogwarts' students were eager to return to school. Among them, a family of blondes stood, exchanging farewells.

"Now you two," a short but proud looking blonde man with monstrous dark eyebrows above his poisonous green eyes said to the two teenage boys before him, "remember to behave, and go to bed at a reasonable time, and don't eat too much junk food, and study hard, and Alfred remember to feed Libby, and-"

"Dad," one of the boys interrupted him with a fond grin, "We'll be fine, stop nagging."

"I am not nagging!" Arthur snapped back, his irritated expression having no effect on the elder of his twin sons.

"You were nagging, cher," the elegant Frenchwoman beside him concurred with her son, brushing non-existent dust from the younger of the twins' shoulders. She ignored her husband's sputtering to hug her sons, both at once, telling them, "Have fun, mes bèbès! Try to find yourselves a couple of pretty British girlfriends, hm?" Both her sons rolled their eyes at her while grinning in a practically identical expression.

"Sure, Mom," Alfred, the elder twin, assured her.

"We'll e-mail and call every weekend, and be home for Christmas," her younger son, Matthieu, added.

Francoise beamed, tapping her cheek and demanding, "Kiss!"

Alfred bent to lightly peck her cheek, murmuring, "Love ya, Mom."

Matthieu copied his brother's actions on the opposite cheek, though he said, "Je t'apprécie vraiment, Mama."

"Oh, I'll miss you, mes bèbès!" Francoise burst, getting a tissue out of her purse and carefully dabbing away her overdramatic tears so she didn't smear her makeup.

Arthur rolled his eyes this time, clapping a hand on a shoulder each. "Goodbye, boys. You should get on the train now, it will be leaving soon." The brothers grinned and hugged him too, not releasing him until he gave in and hugged them back.

"Bye Dad!" they called in unison, waving to their parents before boarding the surprisingly posh train. "Nice," Alfred commented, Matt nodding in agreement. Every car except the ones in the back, filled with baggage, were bustling with activity, mostly that of teenagers visiting. It was a lot like the school bus, except bigger. For a while they wandered around, looking for a place to sit and eventually finding one in the form of an empty compartment. While Alfred hunkered down in the compartment and did everything but pee on the seats to claim it in the name of the Kirkland-Bonnefoy brothers, Matt ditched his backpack with him and went hunting in the car designated for pets, eventually finding a medium sized carrier with a maple leaf sticker on it. He grabbed it, dragging the heavy carrier back through the still busy corridors to his compartment.

Inside, Alfred was already slouched on one of the benches, his trusty gameboy (which he had since he was eight and had affectionately dubbed 'Jennie' when he was twelve) already in hand. He took one look at his brother's burden and groaned, moving his feet up onto the bench out of habit. "C'mon, Mattie, not the mutant!"

Matthieu glared at his brother. "It's your fault Kuma hates you. And he doesn't like being cooped up for too long, you know that." Ignoring his brother's whining, childish protests, nimble fingers undid the latch of the wire and plastic cage, the door swinging back to allow a slightly waddling pure white fuzzball about the size of a medium/small dog to tumble out. The animal took a moment to right istelf, eventually coming to sit on its haunches, revealing itself to be a small bear.

Once upon a time, it had been a fat, fluffy cat, but when they were seven, Alfred- being the tard he was- stole their father's wand and kidnapped Kuma, experimenting on the cat for several hours before Matt rescued him. Unfortunately, Alfred had somehow accidentally made a few of the changes permanent.

"I'm hungry," Kuma announced. That was one of them. Thankfully at least the fur had been fixable- those hot pink and mustard yellow stripes had been terribly tacky and very hard on the eyes. Francoise had almost had a heart-attack at the lack of taste displayed by her own child.

Matt rolled his eyes and picked Kuma up, sitting down on the bench across from his brother, setting the cat/bear next to him and reaching for his backpack. He pulled out a Tupperware container of cat food, opening it and setting it in front of the tom. His cat placated, Matt retrieved his book and MP3 player from his bag, slipping on the headphones and settling in for the trip, a hand absently stroking between rounded ears.

His trip into the magical worlds of JR Tolkien was interrupted when he heard rushing footsteps coming down the corridor. Both brothers looked toward the door, pausing their electronics to hear better. Several other sets of footsteps were hot on the heels of the first. There was a crashing thud accompanied by some noisy cursing, apparently the first person had tripped. Alfred stood with a curious look in his eye, setting aside his game and going to the door, Matt right behind him.

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mes bèbès = My babies

Je t'apprécie vraiment = I love you too (familial)