'Bill. Bill where are you? Ugh', the men scattered around the base of the great pyramid chuckled quietly to themselves as they heard the exasperated the cry. Sighing to herself the girl made her way down the side of the massive structure, unlike all of the others she needed no balancing spells or unnecessary arm waving to walk up or down the steep slope, she had an innate sense of balance that everyone around her envied. A stray breeze wrapped itself around her as she descended, lifting the ends of her strange hair. While the main body of her hair was a rich brown, she also had a section of emerald green, a section of sapphire blue, molten silver, amethyst, and pearl. The green and sapphire were by her temples, silver and pearl were slightly farther back, and amethyst was at the centre of the back of her head, to soften the startling effect of these varied colours individual strands were dyed the five different colours all over her head. Right now this amazing hair was plaited and the stray parts at her forehead were kept back by a plain black bandana. Her grey eyes were shining with exasperated amusement as she finished her descent; waving to her friends as she passed them the fifteen-year-old strode towards the tent she shared with her boyfriend Bill Weasley, and where he was undoubtedly hiding from her at that particular moment. Completely forgotten by everyone around him in the wake of the girls passing a young man slipped onto the sandy, rocky floor as he fell the last few metres of the journey down the pyramid, landing in an undignified pile of limbs as the ten other assorted wizards gathered around him in a loose circle. They looked at him questioningly as he stood up and straightened himself out. Looking at the amused faces surrounding him the poor man looked down, shame-faced, although trying his best not to burst into laughter. 'Bill got a letter from his mother this morning, I couldn't find him, and as she always reads his mail anyway I gave it to her.' Looking up at the faces that were starting to slowly grasp the situation, 'It may not have been my best idea. His mother wanted to know when he was going to be back for the summer, and whether he was going to be bring his girlfriend along, 'that nice Fleur Delacour'.' As he said this, the unmistakeable sound of someone falling off of a comfy chair onto a hard floor was heard, and they all winced. That was one of her favourite tactics, one that everyone who had ever made her mad had experienced. Get them onto the floor at a disadvantage to you and half the battle is already one, the other half is just scaring them into submission, as a consequence no one made her mad anymore. Alternating between grimacing and laughter they all went back to work, keeping an ear out for sounds of bloodshed.

Inside the tent a young man was leaning over his desk, head resting on his crossed arms, his long red ponytail had fallen over his shoulder and he was obviously deep in thought. 'What the hell is this?' was all the warning he had before his obviously angry girlfriend appeared before him and slammed a piece of parchment down a few centimetres from the top of his head. Jerking upright at this unexpected intrusion to his solitude he jerked upwards and his chair toppled over and he landed on his back staring up at a very irate witch. He started to ask her what she was talking about when he was cut off by a piece of parchment fluttering on to his face. Snatching it up quickly he pulled himself into a sitting position and read the letter. His face fell as he realised what the problem was. 'Um, this is a letter. From my mother. About me going home for the summer.' It was very unusual for Bill to be in this situation, he was usually cool, calm and collected, the one who always knew what to do and how to go about it. 'Look, Dee, babe, there is a very reasonable explanation for this.' The part of Bill's mind that wasn't desperately trying to find a way to smooth over this situation was amazed at how this woman, girl even, could reduce him to absolute gibberish. Personally he thought it was the aura she radiated, through the combination of her magical hair, her stormy eyes, the way she walked, the confidence and the essence that was undeniably her. Although there always seemed to be something missing, as though when you looked at her there was something off kilter, like this wasn't how it was supposed to be. But he still loved her, with all his heart, and no matter how hard the majority of his brain was working, he couldn't think of a way out of this that wasn't going to hurt her. 'When you first came out to this site you were a fourteen-year-old-girl with pale skin and seemingly completely unsuited for this life. Then after a few days, I left to go to Hogwarts for the TriWizard, and when I came back you were different, every man in this camp was under your spell and your confidence had grown. You were smart and funny and gorgeous, but every guy you met was after you and I had met Fleur at Hogwarts, but then after about six months, it changed.' He paused then, not wanting to mention this part because of the pain he knew it caused her. 'After that mess with Aaron and your brother not being able to come out here you came to me, and I looked after you, I beat the crap out of a guy whose I've known for yeas. I know that he turned out to be a jerk and I could have killed him for what he did to you, but he was still a mate. Then the night after that you were patching me up and things just got a bit heavy. I wanted to tell myself that you were only fifteen and I was with Fleur but I couldn't. You were just too gorgeous and I loved you, I only realised it that night. But then you told me not to tell my family about you, and I didn't understand that but I did what you wanted, but I couldn't exactly tell my family that I had broken up with a girl like Fleur for absolutely no reason, could I? It just seemed easier to be with you and pretend with Fleur.'

Slowly standing up and leaning on his desk and reached his hand out and tucked a stray piece of emerald hair behind her ear. But his had fell when she stepped away from him. 'No, no its not okay, I trusted you, I told you that there were things about me no one but my family could know but I told you everything else. You are one of the only two people I trust in the world but you betrayed me.' Bill took a few steps towards her, stopping only when he realised that she was backing away with each step he took. 'Look, Bill, just don't okay. I love you. That's the fist time I've said that you know, I mean you knew I did, but I've never said that to anyone but my brother, and I should never have fallen in love with you. I got a letter from by brother yesterday, situations have changed and I can go back to England and go to school with him. And I'm going to go. Bye.' Almost reaching out to touch his hand, she faltered and turned and left the tent. Sprinting away in the middle of a crowd of workers who had gathered at the first sound of her tears. Suddenly their attention was drawn back to the tent as the distraught figure of their calm head of operations ran out, 'Dee, Dee, don't go, please. Dee!!' It was a scream filled with unimaginable heartache, pain all of them hoped never to experience, when she didn't turn, he sank down onto his knees, head in his hands. Completely oblivious to those surrounding him who were still completely in the dark about what was going on. All Bill could focus on was the fact that the love of his life had just walked away from him because he was a stupid git who couldn't break up with his own girlfriend.

'Dee, Dee what are you doing? Dee, Dee will you stop moving, thank you.' When the man running behind her saw that she wasn't stopping he dashed forward and rugby tackled her to the ground. 'Aaahhh, Christ Mark, what in hell do you think you are doing.' Pushing the irate blond off of her Dee stood up and dusted the desert sand off of her trousers. While Mark stood there trying to get his breath back she took the bandana out of her hair and bent over, shaking out all the little fragments that had got caught up in her jewelled hair. Flipping her hair back and standing up straight and glaring at the man who had accosted her. Cowering under the force of her gaze, 'Look, Dee, I don't know what Bill did, but you don't have to leave. You two are perfect together, you can work through whatever this is.' He was practically pleading with her, their team had never worked as well and recovered as much treasure as they had since this teenage girl had joined the crew. Reaching out she smoothed down his hair that had gone every which way after his mad dive. 'No Mark, we can't. He's been cheating on me. Or more to the point he has been cheating on his girlfriend of two years, with me, his mistress, is that what you should call it, anyway, his other woman of one year. Don't you get it Mark, he never broke up with her, he told me that he had, that he had finished with her, that he wanted to be with me. And he tells me this when he's getting letters from his family asking if he's going to bring Fleur back for the summer.' She was breathing hard at the end of her tirade and her eyes were shining with tears she was unwilling to shed, in public or private. Seeing that Mark now didn't know what to say she started to speak again. 'You see, I can't stay, but don't worry, I'll be fine. My brother owled me a few days ago, circumstances have changed and I can go back to England. I'm going back to live with my family and I'm even going to go to school. It's not even all Bill, I've wanted to go back for a long time and now I can, I miss by brother, my mother, my friends. I'll keep in touch with you all, I promise.' Reaching out she hugged him then bent to pick up the bag that she kept packed all the time considering how often they had to move the camp. 'I've got a portkey that he sent me. I really have to be going. I love you guys, you'll tell them all that wont you, and give them a hug from me.' Seeing the look on his face at the prospect of having to tell the fifteen other men in the camp the she loved them, and give them hugs from her as well she laughed and threw her bag over her shoulder. 'Now go back to camp because I tend to turn green when I'm travelling using portkeys, and it's not a very fun or pretty experience and I don't want people to see it, now go.' Laughing she hugged him one last time with promises to write and watched as he walked back to camp, waving each time he looked back at her over his shoulder. When he had finally disappeared from sight she sighed and let her head fall forward, leaving her hair to form curtains for her face. As she stood there wisps of smoke appeared at her feet and twined around her legs, emerald, sapphire, silver, pearl and amethyst. The exact same shades as the colours in her hair. After a few seconds the smoke completely obscured her and then there was a soft pop and the smoke disappeared, Dee along with it.

With a soft pop Dee materialised in the same manner as she dematerialised, except instead of a desert she was now standing in a very grand hallway. Dark wood panelling surrounded her and at one end of the hallway there was a long sweeping stairway, plush red carpeting and tall, lush green plants. Suddenly she noticed a loss of weight in her right hand and realised that while she had been contemplating her surroundings a house elf had appeared and probably taken her bag up to her room, either that or taken everything to be washed, or burned. Things got pretty dusty in Egypt, and Dee doubted that anything she had brought with her would meet her mother's approval, or her brother's for that matter, come to think of it, she wouldn't mind something different. Shaking her head mentally she tried to stop her mind waffling on about totally unrelated subjects when she was about to see the two people she loved most in the world, that is if you didn't count Bill anymore, which she was trying very hard not to do. But first things first, walking over to the small writing table that was kept in the entrance hall she opened a drawer and pulled out a polished ebony box embossed with her family crest. Opening the box she retrieved a silver ring. It was formed of five strands of silver, each about two millimetres in diameter, at the top, caught in between the strands was the same crest as on the box. Running her thumb over for a few seconds she placed the crest on the middle finger of her right hand and walked towards a small conservatory. As she walked she seemed to be surrounded by a strange rippling effect. Golden skin lightened, grey eyes began the change to liquid silver, and soft brown hair bleached to become silver blond.

The conservatories inhabitants looked up when she walked through the door. Her mother looked up from her book and her brother from what appeared to be holiday homework. The tall blond woman's breath caught in her throat when she saw Dee and the teenage boy stood and grabbed his sister. Pulling her into a long delayed welcome home hug, the two were soon joined by their mother who wrapped her arms around the two, quietly crying tears of joy. 'I'm home, Merlin I've missed you two, Mother, Draco, Gods I've missed you both so much. It had finally happened, the Malfoy twins were back together. Look out England.

'Oh my dragons. Finally back together again.' Tears falling rapidly from her eyes Narcissa gave into a show of emotion that was forbidden for Malfoys and broke down into tears again, sobbing she ran smoothed down her daughters hair and reached over and pulled her son into position beside her. Looking at her two children. 'Draconis and Dracaena, oh lords it's been so long Drey. We thought you would never be able to come back. Now you two stay here and get reacquainted, I'm going to go down to the kitchens and tell Jacques to make your favourite dinner. Oh.' With fresh tears springing from her eyes Narcissa left the room and headed to the kitchens, leaving the now silent twins to face each other after three years apart.

Except for the obvious difference in the fact that one was male and the other was female they really were incredibly similar. Draco was a few inches taller than Drey; he stood at roughly 5 feet 11 inches, where as she stood at only 5 feet 6 inches. His body was slim but strong; a lifetime of flying and playing seeker had honed his body. His platinum hair was left un-gelled with strands falling across his eyes; in the presence of his sister the characteristics he had o hide from his father were coming back stronger. His ivory skin seemed to inherit a glow giving him an unearthly look matched only by his sister, his eyes were becoming more silver, brighter, just like hers, and colours were starting to shine through his hair, just like Drey had, five colours that held so much meaning for them. His aristocratic features twitched into a loving smile as he observed his sister. Her eyes were just settling at their original silver, the perfect match to his, her skin still had a gold tint to it, but that was quickly fading, leaving her skin the creamy ivory that every member of their family had. The five colours were still as strong as ever, she obviously hadn't hid those, but the rest of her hair was only just reaching its previous platinum colour, identical to his. Her features moulded themselves into a smirk that looked like the mirror image of the one adorning his lips.

'He's finally gone then.'

'Yeah, he got locked up in Azkaban after that mess at the department of mysteries.'

'Good.' The entire conversation about the fate of their father had taken place in emotionless voices, occupying the time it took for their hidden appearances to shine through. Both of them could feel it when they finally reverted back to normal. And just like that Drey leapt forward into her brother's arms, and he lifted her up and swung her around, both of them laughing and cheering. All of a sudden they were distracted from their celebration by the loud POP signalling the entrance of a house elf. Bowing low in respect to the true faces of his master and mistress he informed them that dinner was ready. Just as he was about to click his fingers and disappear back to the kitchens Drey jumped out of Draco's arms and picked him up, swung him around and kissed him on the cheek. Flushing pink Jacques shook his head and watched as Draco grabbed her hand and the two of them ran to the dining room. Shaking his head he thought as he rematerialised back in the kitchens that life in Malfoy Manor was going to be a lot different from now on. Instead of the screams of pain that were the result of one of Lucius's rampages, or just him having a normal day, there would be laughter and happiness. And Master Draco would be able to let go of the Malfoy façade, at least when he was a home, Hogwarts was a different matter entirely.

It had been three days since Drey had returned to England and in that time Drey and Draco had not left each others side. As the summer was warm they both slept outside in hammocks. Just like when they were little, the days were spent running around the Manor and the grounds, behaving like the children they had never had been forbidden to be. In that three-day span Draco told her everything that had happened in the six years she had been away. Six long years when the only contact she had had with him, her mother had been frequent letters or short conversations in the fire, or the three visits they had managed to make. Draco told her all about Hogwarts, the school she would be going to when the next term started. All about the 'Golden Trio' and how bloody annoying they were. And in return Drey told him all about the places she'd been and the things she'd learnt. She told him all about the dig she'd been on in Egypt for the last year, she told him all about Aaron, how he'd drugged her and beat her, would have raped her if it hadn't been for Bill. Bill. That was the one thing he seemed to have the most trouble accepting. After she'd stopped him from cursing everything in sight at the mention of Aaron and what he'd done. He started blowing things up, literally, when he heard that she'd been dating a Weasley, apparently one of the biggest problems he, and consequently she, had at school was the Weasleys. But when she told him about how he had been cheating on her with Fleur, that's when he really blew up, along with lots of the surrounding landscape, that was the real problem with their kind of magic, it was too closely intertwined with their emotions. But the stories were past, and now they were planning how to spend the last two weeks of the summer before they went to Hogwarts. 'We'll have to go to Diagon Alley at some point to get the supplies we'll need for school at some point. But we don't need to bother about that just yet. Mother's gotten in touch with Dumbledore, told him you're coming, and the letters should be coming in the next few days.' Pausing Draco took a bite out of the rich chocolate cake before him and leant back on the soft black chaise-lounge. Drey was sitting on the marbled floor, leaning against the side of the chaise-lounge, painting her nails a pearlescent colour.

'When are we going to see the rest of the court, I really missed them all when I was away. And they don't know I'm back yet so we could surprise them.' Giggling at the thought Drey twisted her head up to look at her twin. 'We could ask them all round for the rest of the summer if you want, have some time together, then go to Diagon Alley together, then we could spend the last few days in London, stay in one of the hotels before school.' He had a questioning look on his face as he told her the plan. Nodding enthusiastically stole the last bit of his cake and ran off into the house, up to the owl room to write the letters they needed to send to their court. She nearly bowled over several house elves as she ran shrieking from her brother. But the elves didn't mind, the King and Queen were back together and they wouldn't change it for the world.

'Draco. Drakey darling where are you?' Snarling Draco leaned over the balcony and whispered under his breath. Suddenly Pansy Parkinson shot up into the air and halted suddenly, staring into the very annoyed face of one Draco Malfoy. She started yelling at him and then stopped, something was different, but she couldn't quite see what it was. Ignoring her when she started shouting he swung his leg over the banister and stepped out onto thin air and gently lowered himself and Pansy to the floor, still ignoring her ranting about the impoliteness of yanking someone off of the ground and into the air. When they reached the ground the three boys standing there noticed that something was different about their friend but for the life of them they couldn't see what. 'Why don't we go swimming down at the cove?' he asked them, seeing them nod, still trying to work out what was wrong. A few minutes later they were walking down rocky stairs towards a calm beach and ocean. They were laden down with towels and picnic baskets. Suddenly Pansy, Greg, Vince and Blaise stopped, all smashing into each other. 'His hair.' Whispered Pansy. 'His eyes.' Stated Blaise. 'Drey' came from Vince and Greg. For there, lying on a white beach towel in a silver and black string bikini that showed off far too much ivory skin for her brothers taste was Dracaena. Screeching Pansy dropped everything she was carrying and ran over to the towel and falling on top of Drey and for the next five minutes the two were jumping up and down holding onto each others arms, jumping up and down and laughing and crying, then Drey noticed the boys and ran over and started hugging and kissing each of them.

Within half an hour the six friends were sprawled over towels laughing, drinking butterbeer and catching up on old times. Suddenly the conversation took a serious turn. 'Drey, are you really back for good?' asked Goyle, everyone else stopped talking and paid attention to the two. 'Yeah, I am, Lucius is the one who sent me away, saying that I had to learn to control my other talents. But now he's in Azkaban I see no reason to be away from my family.' Ducking her head shyly, Drey swallowed another mouthful of butterbeer, uncomfortable with showing just how much she cared about these people. These six were usually comfortable enough to show their emotions for each other, but some times the need to guard their feelings still crept up on them. Especially after six years of having to create a new persona, separate, but still a part of, her two Malfoy lives. 'In that case, we'd like to truly be your court again.' That came from Pansy, and seeing the three boys nod in agreement was enough to make the twins descend on them in another hugging frenzy. Once they'd calmed down they all got into the right places for the initiation spell. Pansy, Greg, Vince and Blaise were kneeling on the sand. Standing before them were Draco and Drey, reaching out they placed a hand on each forehead and began to speak.

La famille et les amis vous êtes la limite à nous par le sang et par l'amour. Les membres de notre tribunal vous vous tiendrez avec nous, le combat avec nous et habite avec nous. Les émeraudes, le saphir, et améthyste, joindre la perle et l'argent. Joindre le Roi et la Reine.

This was the ancient binding spell that the old Kings and Queens in France used to ensure their courts loyalty. 'Family and friends you are bound to us by blood and by love. Members of our court you will stand with us, fight with us and live with us. Emeralds, sapphire and amethyst, join the pearl and silver. Join the King and Queen.' As soon as their spell was finished the strands of colour in their hands had streams of smoke coming from them. The emerald streams curled around Vince and Greg, sapphire around Blaise, amethyst around Pansy. Each of them suddenly had a section of the appropriate colour by their left temple. The jewel colours were their own choice, and the choice of their court.

They were connected now, the court would follow the twins to death, but the twins would also die for their court.

Everybody was prejudiced about the Slytherins, even the teachers at Hogwarts and the great Albus Dumbledore. All because of a few evil wizards who happened to have been in that house, when will they see that it is the wizards personal choices that make him evil, not his house or 'light or dark' spells. But having the oldest pureblood families bowing down to a half-blood stopped with this generation. The King and Queen of Slytherin were back, even though Drey had never been to Hogwarts. It was time to show Voldemort and their parents exactly what was expected of purebloods.

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