Disclaimer : All characters belongs to J. K. Rowlings. All were kidnapped in the dawn, and are not used to make money. They will be returned when I'm done.

See, don't own so don't sue, unless you're interested in my teddy bears collection...

Besides this work will contain people out of character since I am definitely not JK Rowlings, and some strange sentences since I'm French. Not to forget it's an AU... Still here?

So, on with the show...

Short, fun and intriguing, just something to occupy you for a while.

Hogwarts

"Mister Malefoy, stay. The rest of you are dismissed."

"Yes sir." A surprised Malefoy eyed his potion professor. The rest of the students hurried none too evidently out of the classroom while Draco went to stand in front of Snape's desk. He spoke up once the last student had left the room.

"You wanted to speak with me, uncle Severus?"

"Yes." He rummaged through his pockets before handing Draco a rolled parchment. "I met your Father in Hogsmead, he asked me to give you this letter , as he didn't have enough time to make it to Hogwarts. You should join your peers in the Great Hall for lunch."

Five minutes later, Draco seated himself at his House table, setting carefully his father's letter on the table, staring at it with dread. Sighing, he finally opened it and read his father's penmanship.

'Dear Draco,

Lately, your mother had been bed ridden with a cold for a few days. Suddenly yesterday, her health took a turn for the worst.

None of the meddiwizzards or witches I called seem to be able to cure this ailment, and your mother's state just keep getting worse.

I want to ask of you to demand the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, for permission to come home and see your mother.

It could be, afterall, the last time you might get to see your mother alive.

Please, hurry!

Your desesperate father,

Lucius Malefoy'

Draco's breath stopped. He rushed out of his chair and towards the Head table. He was so agitated that he couldn't speak and opted to just thrust the letter in front of the Headmaster 's enquiring eyes, his hand shaking slightly.

Dumbledore looked back and forth between Draco's ashen face and the letter he finally read, his eyebrow shooting towards his hairline.

Calculatively eyeing the nervous blonde, Dumbledore gave him permission to leave the next morning.

Draco ran out of the carriage his father has sent to fetch him and skidded in the Entrance Hall, staring mouth agape at his healthy looking mother.

"But, Mother, Father's letter stated that you were nearly on your deathbed..."

"Draco" she gripped his lax hand, "we are sorry for the deceipt, but we had to. We might not have been able to get Dumbledore's approval on you coming home, had we forego this subterfuge. We could have gotten into trouble with the ministry..."

"But why?"

"Because Hogwarts is not safe anymore. The Dark Lord is completely insane, and we are beginning to fear that Dumbledore is not better." Lucius interviened.

Draco blinked. "I don't understand."

"You don't need to for now. Your mother and I will take you to some place safe. Once our group is complete, then we will explain."

Nodding, Draco took from his father's hand the shrunken trunks containing his clothes and things before putting his hand on the portkey his mother was holding.

Hesoon regained his footing, thanks to somebody's steadying hands on his arms.

"Woah there! You don't even know me, no need to jump me. So, you must be Draco." Draco blinked and stare at mischievious grey eyes in which honey brown hair was falling.

He jumped when an identical voice rang from behind him. "Bro, let them arrive! 'lo, aunt Narcissa. You'll be surprised to see what we managed to do with this place."

Draco whirled and was confronted by the same features. He turned back. The boy wiggled his fingers at him. He turned again. The same boy, the same greeting...

"Draco, stop being ridiculous! One could think you have never met the Weasley twins!"

The twin behind Draco stepped around him and went to stand near his brother. Both were smirking at his shock.

"Draco, let me introduce you to Alex and Luke, they're both fourteen..."

"And grounded, once again." cut an amber eyed man from the top of the stairs, sighing. "It must be a twin thing."

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe it is in the genes, or perhaps because they have two brains to think and try to find a way to annoy people... Who knows?"

"No, why are they grounded?"

"Oh, they switched Nicholas' shampoo bottle with bright red dye. Muggle dye, of course." He raked his hand in his hair and was about to add something when...