Disclaimer: I had a very hard time writing this. I'm sorry that I was longer away than I thought, I should be getting back to some kind of normality now. Remember Fred is Adrian and George is Michail, for the sake of this story, Molly is the older sibling of the Prewett twins by five years.

Serious Dumbledore bashing!

I sadly don't own anything, now my darlings let's get on with it!

"Adrian…" Michail trailed off.

"Who are they?" His twin finished.

The other set of twins were staring at their nephews just as surprised, yes, they knew that they'd come back but it was a completely different thing to actually be looking into the eyes that belonged to their sister-the one who didn't betray them at least.

The last time they had seen the Dolohov twins was when they were four years old and they undoubtably didn't remember them. There was no way that their minds were that powerful at that age. Well, Elanor's was so there really was no way of knowing for sure but the looks on their faces said it all. They seemed completely confused, why, Fabian didn't know.

"We are Gideon and Fabian Prewett." Gideon stated rather too boldly for Fabian's liking ash he sent a glare in the direction of his twin.

Elanor, wonderful Elanor Fabian thought, chose that exact moment to walk into the room and stopped short at the sight. This would take a long while to clear up.

"'El, we need to tell them." Fabian said with a grimace as his sister nodded.

"Adrian, Michail. Could you two sit down?" She asked, pleasant surprise flashing across her face as they did exactly that.

"We have something to tell you, It's about your family." Elanor began.

Molly Prewett was standing in the Prewett Manor foyer, pacing and angrily muttering to herself, as her brothers bounded down the stairs.

"What's up 'Molls?" They asked cheerfully.

She glared at them, "Nothing that would involve you two. Leave now I need to speak with mother and father." She practically ordered as the people in question walked into the hall.

"Molly? It's been too long dear! We have some incredible news to tell you!"

"I'm sure that mine is more important mother." She responded coldly.

"Molly!" Her father scolded.

She bluntly ignored her father, "I have accepted a proposal by Arthur, and I am taking the Weasley name." She spoke.

Her parents were struck speechless. It was well known in the Prewett family that if a woman was proposed to, she would keep the family name of risk being disconnected from the family itself and its respected circles. If she did this, she wouldn't be family anymore.

"Molly! You can't, you know what will happen! We love you!" Mrs Prewett replied, shocked.

"No! I don't care about the family name anymore! Dumbledore is all I need, all my new family need."

"Dumbledore." Mr Prewett spat, "Molly, we told you not to get poisoned by him! He lies and twists the truth! You know what he did to your uncle!"

"No! Uncle died for a noble cause! Dumbledore made him a hero!" She spat, "I will not have any more to do with this family if you are against Dumbledore like this. Well?"

The silence was all the answer she needed.

She turned to her brothers, "Well? What about you two?"

They stared at their older sister with watery eyes, she was asking them to chose between her and their parents-and now unborn sibling. That was the news that they wanted to share with Molly, that she was going to be a big sister. If she was already making them chose between her and the rest of their family, how could they? The loved their family and…apparently, she wasn't family anymore.

"We're sorry." They replied.

Molly laughed coldly. The laugh chilled the occupants of the room to their very bones. She lifted her wand and started muttering random words, suddenly Mrs Prewett's eyes widened as she screamed. She started crying as she tried to wrestle her way through her husband's arms. Molly didn't even bat an eyelid. When she finished her strange chant, all the occupants of the room felt a sharp sting. Molly looked her mother straight in the eyes and despite the fact that she was still openly crying out to her now ex-daughter, muttered something.

"I have never loved you."

With that, she disappeared.

When the older twins finished every occupant in the room had tears in their eyes.

"Wait. So, she disowned herself?" Adrian asked incredulously.

"Yep." Fabian replied.

"She hurt my family so much." Elanor said with badly concealed bitterness in her voice. She obviously knew about the incident but she never been told in this much detail.

As Gideon opened his mouth, a soft moan in the corner of the room brought everyone back to the present. Ana slowly sat up, groaning and holding her head.

She felt like she had been cursed repeatedly to the point where she couldn't even feel her limbs anymore. She tried to concentrate on what she could remember; she had woken up and there had been a figure in her room. She couldn't see his face until he took his hood off, she remembered being surprised and horrified at who it was underneath the cloak but she couldn't remember why or who it was. She remembered that she had scrambled in the bed reaching for the wand that was lying on her bedside table only to realise that it wasn't there at all. She turned to the figure as he smirked evilly as he twirled the wand in between his fingers. Damn it who the hell was this figure? Then she remembered that he had started muttering something in an odd language, she knew that she should know what he was saying. Then it hit her.

Parseltounge!

There was only a limited amount of people in wizarding Britain let alone the world who could speak the language of the snakes. She knew that the Dark Lord couldn't possibly have been the one to be in her room, he was holding a small meeting between his inner circle and himself, that meeting included her father so if it had ended already, he would've come in to check on her. That left two people in Britain.

The figures build was masculine and looked fully grown. That left one single person in Britain.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

But why had he been in her room?

Unless…