Professor Draco Malfoy-Potter looked over at the young wizard who had just met him at the Hogwarts' Train Station. His red hair was obviously the mark of Weasley blood, but he hadn't introduced himself yet. Instead, the boy seemed entirely more interested in looking him over.
Mike was indeed looking the new professor over, having decided that he bore an uncanny resemblance towards Ally. "Hello, Professor. My name is Michael Weasley and I will be taking you into Hogsmeade and a friend of mine will take you back to Hogwarts. Anyone else we're waiting for?" Privately, Mike was wondering if this was too soon to ask if he knew who Ally's parents were.
"No, my husband and our boys came earlier this week," Draco said with a small smile. He recalled how against the marriage Ron and Hermione had been and figured that this would boggle the young man's mind.
Instead, Mike simply paused, looked over at the older wizard and thought hard for a moment. "If you don't have a wife but a husband," he said slowly, "then how many sons do you have, and how did you get pregnant?" He knew about the charms that could be used to cause pregnancy in a man but at the very most, the man they were used on could only get pregnant twice. Otherwise, it was just too much for the male body to bear. But if he had more than one son, than how could he have a daughter? Or maybe he was assuming too much, considering that there was an old expression that was something along the lines of, "Assuming makes an ass out of you and me." Perhaps he didn't have a daughter, and had never had a daughter.
"We used a pregnancy charm of course, but only once," Draco said slowly, surprised that not only did it not seem to faze him, but he seemed to be deeply contemplating something. "However, when I went into labor, Harry and I found out that we had two sons." And a daughter, he added silently.
"Oh," Mike said. And because it is in the Weasley blood to be frank and occasionally downright rude, he asked the question. "Have you ever had a daughter?"
Because he was caught by surprise, and so not expecting that question, Draco inhaled sharply. "Wh…why d…d…do you ask?" Draco stuttered.
"I have a…friend that somehow reminds me of you. I say somehow because Alyson doesn't really look like you at all. Her hair is black and her eyes eerily green. However, she is very pale, like you are." Here Mike smiled, thinking of something that had been going on for nearly a decade. "It's a running joke that she must be descended from a veela because she's so beautiful and entrancing, and it doesn't hurt the joke that she gets really mean and dangerous when she's angry."
Draco couldn't help but wonder how close he was to this Alyson girl. Yes, friends could know a lot but this was pushing it. "Is she adopted and around your age?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, actually she's exactly five weeks younger than I am. We've teased each other about it for even longer than Uncle Bill's teased her about being part veela. She's the fastest on a broom, the bravest when it comes to dares, the best Seeker out of all the houses. She's even the youngest Quidditch captain in Hogwarts history." Mike couldn't help but grin with pride over his sister's accomplishments.
"Amazing. Considering the fact that you are friends, I would have to figure that she is a Gryffindor?" Draco asked the young Weasley wizard.
"Nope," Mike replied, shaking his head. "Ally's in Slytherin. It ticks the others in the House off to no end because she hangs out with us Gryffindors. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that she does only hangs with us because it does piss them off."
"She likes Gryffindor?" Draco asked, arching one eyebrow. "Interesting. Very, very interesting." He couldn't remember a time when a Gryffindor had actually liked Slytherins and vice-versa. Well, actually he could. But the circumstances had been totally different, considering that Voldemort's War had been raging around them. Two students, one from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin, had ran into each other and somehow started to see each in a totally different light. At first they'd spent time together by sneaking it in whenever they could, and then after Voldemort had been defeated they had told the people Harry considered family. They hadn't taken it well at all. In fact, neither of them had spoken to a Weasley in just over fifteen years.
Mike gave a small bark of laughter, tinged with bitter irony. "Interesting isn't usually the word people use, Professor. There was no small amount of trouble caused by her being sorted into Slytherin, and even more was stirred up the day she became team captain. It was said that a girl like her didn't even belong in Slytherin, much less being Quidditch captain. Some said she only got it because of who her grandfather is, and everyone else argued that that was the exact reason why she shouldn't be in Slytherin in the first place. No one noticed that she wasn't the only member of her family to be Sorted into Slytherin. I suppose they just decided it would be convenient to overlook the other two."
Just as the pair approached the bookstore/broomstick shop, Mike looked at his new DADA professor and smiled warmly. He knew that his description of his sister had completely baffled Professor Malfoy-Potter but he couldn't have cared less. "Watch your back with Solar. She is as much the prankster that her father, my Uncle Fred, is. Granted, she'd never pull anything with people she knows, but she's never extended the same consideration to strangers. If you want, ask her about Alyson. I have to get back to the castle, because I'm supposed to help Madame Hooch get ready for her first class of first years. Toodles!" And with that, the most unconventional Weasley Draco Malfoy-Potter had ever met walked away, hands shoved into his Muggle jeans and his lips puckered into a whistle.
"Hello!" a fiery redhead greeted him as he stepped into Books and Brooms. "I'm Solar Weasley and you've got to be Professor Malfoy-Potter."
"I'm one of two Professor Malfoy-Potters," Draco said with a smirk. "Which of us are you looking for?"
"Both of you, I suppose." Solar pursed her lips in concentration. "Well, other than your husband and belongings, do you have anything or anyone else goin' to Hogwarts?"
"Harry and my sons, Remy and Siri are, and I think my god-fathers-in-law want to come as well."
Solar pointed her wand with a sly smile and added, "I suppose you want to bring your tail as well?"
"MY WHAT???!!!" Draco cried.
"You gave my father a tail?" Remy asked as he came into the sales room. Both he and his twin looked exactly like Draco except they had their dad's emerald eyes. "I think I'm going too like you."
"Glad to be of service," Solar smirked. "If you like my tricks, you'll love my cousin's pranks." She turned to face Remy then, her blue eyes looking out of place with her hair, and yet fitting her to a tee. She could see the resemblance to Draco in him, but she could also see the eyes that were so similar to her black-haired cousin. His white skin looked like Ally's as well, and all she could think was, "Is this what Snape meant when he gave Als that clue? Did he know these people once, and know that she looked so much like them?" Then, right on the heels of that thought, she thought, "If they are her parents and brothers, I don't know how she's gonna react."