*So I had some extra time today and finished this chapter early... Enjoy :)*

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"Hey you two" I greeted my favorite twins as Lev and I made our way into their compartment on the Hogwarts Express

"Kitty!" they yelled and hugged me before my puppy could stop them.

"So how was your vacation?" I asked taking hold of an annoyed Lev. He really didn't like it when people came near me.

"It was great!" they said cheerfully.

"It looked like fun from what I saw." I remembered their faces on the article I read in The Daily Prophet. I was glad their father had won the price. They deserved it

"The tombs were the best part" said Fred looking over to his brother

"Mad curses those old wizards had." George said looking content and smiling. "And how was your summer?"

"It was fun. I mostly stayed home but I had friends come over from time to time."

"Why didn't you ask your parents to take you somewhere?" George asked

"Yeah you sure have the money to" Fred added looking a little confused.

"They're busy… Besides I don't need to take a trip. I'm already treated like I'm on vacation." I mumbled the last part mostly for myself. It was true that I was always given things and pampered more than a child my age should. "It's not so bad at home."

"We're sorry we couldn't go to your party" George added suddenly and looked down

"What? Oh don't –don't be sorry! It's okay really" I stuttered slightly, noticing how sincerely apologetic they looked.

"But it was your birthday" Fred replied

"But really it was fine. You were with your family in Egypt; it's not like it was a short trip. And I had fun so don't worry about it okay." They both looked relieved and smiled. I hadn't expected they would feel this bad about not being able to attend a silly party. I smiled back. They really are sweet boys. After a little while the trolley lady stopped by with her sweets. I bought us all some and she went on to the next compartment.

"You know," Fred commented after taking a bite of his chocolate frog, "we'd probably feel bad about you buying us things-"

"If you weren't filthy rich that is." George finished

"But you are-"

"So we don't." They grinned and went back to their sweets. But by now I knew them better than to believe that

"You don't have to feel bad. I don't mind. And my father's rich, I'm not."

"Only rich people say that" Fred replied

"Well would you like a sandwich? Our mum made them" George looked through his things and got out a well wrapped square.

"Oh no, I couldn't take that" I said quickly before could hand it to me

"Why not?"

"Your mum took the time to make that for you. I couldn't possibly take it from you" They looked at each other as if I wasn't speaking English.

"So? She makes them for us all the time. I don't think she would mind if you took one"

"Especially if she found out how much you've spent on us" Fred mumbled moving on to a cauldron cake.

"Doesn't your mum make you food?" George asked jokingly

"No" I answered. They both looked surprised

"Wait what?" Fred asked, looking up from his cake "Never?"

"Not for as long as I can remember. Alla has always been the one to feed me and take care of me. My mum is busy with other stuff I guess." I said and shrugged. It was a little odd when you compared it to other families but it was how I had been raised, so I was used to it.

"Well more of a reason for you to take this" George said and he handed me his sandwich. Expecting they'd keep insisting if I didn't, I took it from him.

From the first bite I could already tell, it was delicious. It wasn't as if I had never had a sandwich before but there was something about this one that made it special. Alla would make them for me if I asked her but it wasn't the same. It was a strange thing to describe but it was as if you could tell this was made with motherly love. I finished it faster than I had expected and was honestly surprised to look down at my empty hands. George in front of me laughed.

We talked some more as time sped by. It was nice to have this time with them as I hardly ever saw them. The thing I loved most about Fred and George was how honest they were. While most people hid their true selves, much like I did, they were open books. Even if their actions were impish or even a little mean they did what made them happy not caring what others thought. They were completely different than a certain blond I knew. Unlike them Draco cared a lot about what others thought. Whether it seemed like it or not appearances meant a lot to him. When it was almost time to arrive at Hogwarts we stopped talking. The train had started to slow down.

"What's going on?" They both shrug at my question. It was still too early for us to have arrived. But then why were we slowing down? The train stopped with a jolt and there were several thuds as students' trunks fell onto the floor. "Are you guys planning a prank you haven't told me about?"

"Not yet…" The lights went out. Nothing was visible other than outlines in the darkness. Lev started barking like mad and it was the only sound I could hear other than the heavy raindrops against the windows.

"What's wrong Lev?" I reached out to him and he barked at me. I was surprised but closed the space between us to hold him. He was shivering. "He's scared," I said even more shocked. He had never been scared of the dark before. Fred and George gave each other a look and stood up. I heard the compartment door open and close after a few seconds.

"Can't see anything" I heard one of them say as their shadows sat back down.

"Should we go ask someone?" I asked. Before either of them could answer we were interrupted by someone bursting into our compartment. From what I could make out in the dark he looked like a small boy. A very frightened one. He sat in the seat next to mine ignoring all of us, staring at the door. He sounded as if he were hyperventilating. I was about to talk to him when I saw it; what he had been running from.

An outline made its way into our compartment. From what I could see of the light outside, the figure was as tall as the ceiling and was completely covered by a dark cloak. The sight was a lot scarier than it should've been. The creature took a look around the compartment. Whatever it was, I wasn't surprised that boy was frightened of it; just looking at it made me feel uneasy. My father taught me about a lot of terrifying things but this one could definitely beat all on the list. It was as if it were absorbing all the comfort in the room and replacing it with fear. I could feel Lev was about to bark but I hugged him. I didn't want to know what would happen if he got the creature's attention.

Finally it left but no one in the compartment said anything until the lights came back on. The train slowly started again and we all sighed with relief knowing we were safely away from… whatever that was. I looked over to the twins, who were sharing a meaningful look, before turning to look at the boy who had rushed in. In the like light I could see him a lot better, only now noticing his shiny blond hair and his Slytherin robes

"You okay Deedee?" I asked and Draco whirled around noticing me for the first time. He still looked scared but he masked it with a scowl when he saw Fred and George looking at him too.

"I'm fine" he said sourly, straightening himself up.

"Are you sure?" I asked, touching his cheek, his face was white.

"Yeah" he sighed looking in my eyes. I didn't believe him

"Are you sure? You looked a bit frightened there" George commented. To my surprise, his tone was bitter. "Don't you think so Fred?"

"You're right George, he looked very frightened. Kind of like a cat thrown in water."

"Or a little boy who lost his mommy" They shared a look. Both turned back to Draco whose face had turned from white to red.

"I said I'm fine!" Draco yelled and pulled away from me

"A bit defensive are we" George pushed and Draco got up, aggravated.

"Who asked you, you dirty weasels!" He gave me one last look before making his way out of our compartment, slamming the door as hard as he could manage. I blinked a few times, surprised. Not by Draco's behavior but rather with the twins'.

"Why are you friends with that git?" George asked sounding annoyed.

"Don't know, just am," I shrugged. Fred and George exchanged another look. The truth was I didn't know. Draco had always been childish and rude. He was even more so when we were children but it hadn't changed by much. I guess we just had more in common in those days. We were both spoiled, misbehaving, brats. "So what was that thing?"

"A Dementor," Fred said not sounding as annoyed as George was. "They're the Azkaban guards."

"Wonder why they're here though?" George said turning back to the sweets he had left. I shrugged again and reached for my own pile. I got one of my chocolate frogs and took a bite. For some reason it made me feel better. I handed one to Lev for him to chase around and it looked like it made him feel better too. The rest of the train ride was silent.