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Regally Drey and Draco took the two seats inform on Dumbledore's desk, their court ranged out behind them. Unfortunately Charlie's suggestion didn't help their case much with Mrs Weasley, she had expected her children to come and join her, seeing them go to stand behind Slytherins was just too much, and she fell down onto her chair in shocked silence. Neville's grandmother sat down closer to her grandson, and Dumbledore just seated himself behind his desk, eyes still twinkling.

"Would anyone like a lemon drop?"

All the old wizard got in return were blank stares, even Harry was amazed at ho the old man he had looked up to was trying to e so controlling. By being the first to break the silence he had set himself up to control the flow of the conversation, but he hadn't quite counted on the twins.

"Mrs Weasley, what exactly is your objection to your children being a part of our court. And may I please just add that only Bill is, Charlie and Ginny have been taken into our suite because of a request from their brother, Bill, Harry and Neville. And if you could please try not insinuating that we are in league with that lunatic half blood who seems to be under the mistaken apprehension that he is all-powerful."

"You're a disgrace to purebloods, all of the Slytherin families are, and it's the thins you're most proud of. The oldest families are supposed to protect and guide the others, they're supposed to be leaders not terrorists, have honour and dignity. We might be poor, but at least we still have those."

Oh shit. Looking at his girlfriends face Bill could tell only bad things would come in response to that, although he did see how his mother had a point. Although Vince and Greg didn't show it outwardly they stiffened, to the outside world they were two stupid thugs, but in actuality they were almost as clever as the twins, and they knew that what Mrs Weasley was saying had no basis except in rumour.

"Really, and how have you protected and guided other wizards and witches. The Weasleys had to sell off everything to pay off gambling debts a hundred years as and you're as poor now as you were then. Never making a decent effort to regain you land or to earn a decent amount of money, instead you fool around and play games with muggle objects. And when trouble comes, instead of standing and fighting like a proper pureblood should, you hide behind Dumbledore's robes. How have you protected the people on your old lands, did you find out what their new lord was like, or did you just forget about them. Have any of your family actually considered your responsibilities, or did you just leave them behind."

"At least we look after our own, the villages on our land are still intact, the people happy, the buildings well maintained. You may not like our methods, but at least we get things done. Everyone thought it was a human-interest stunt, but our grandmother gave the wizarding world a decent social services system, so that wizarding children weren't left to run around with nothing. And yes, our father wasn't all goodness and light, but there's no excuse for you to take you hatred of him and put it on us."

Although Vince and Greg still showed no outward emotion, inside their hearts were pounding, the twins were playing a very dangerous game, their voices were cold to freeze the air around them, and they were leaking power, letting it fill the room, ready for them to call upon if they needed it. Mrs Weasley had turned redder and redder and sunk lower in her chair as they talked. Looking for al the world like a schoolgirl being yelled at by her parents. But their thoughts were interrupted by a slow steady clap.

"Well said Mr Malfoy, Miss Malfoy. I'm sorry if I in any way upset you by being here today, but I anted to ensure that my grandson was all right. Thank you by the way, Neville has always been shy but you seem to have brought him out of his shell. Professor, Mrs Weasley, good day to you both."

And with that she flooed away to Diagon Alley, leaving no time for anyone to argue with her.

"She's more of a dragon than we are!"

"I know. Gods, look Neville, he looks as though he's going to explode."

It was true, the poor boys face had turned bright red, although that may have been because of embarrassment, or it could have been because Ginny was holding his hand.

"Mum, could we talk to you outside for a sec."

Not giving their mother a chance to argue the three Weasley children hustled her outside, presumably to talk some sense into her. Seeing this as a golden opportunity Draco spoke up about what they had wanted to talk to Dumbledore about. They boys had decided it last night, before everything became a blur, he had a nagging feeling that something had happened with Harry but he didn't have the slightest clue what it was.

"Professor, there is actually something we'd like to talk to you about. As you know, Harry, Vince, Greg and myself are all on the Slytherin or Gryffindor quidditch teams, and as we can't play for Harry's teams, and he can't play for ours, we'd like to talk about setting up another team, with Harry, Drey, Vince, Greg, Blaise, Pansy and myself. Obviously not Bill or Charlie seeing as how they have both left school."

To Vince's surprise the old man took it rather well, there were no screaming fits about taking the best seeker the school had seen for Merlin knows how many years away from his favourite house.

"I suppose that could be arranged, if you are all sure that you no longer want to play for your house teams."

That was it, and at Harry's agreement with Draco, the old guy said it would all be arranged by the first match of the term, which would be Saturday.

That was it really; it was when Harry agreed to the quidditch idea that Dumbledore knew he'd lost him. Well not lost him, he'd still fight on the side of good, his anger against his parents death was stronger than any pull to the dark side. But he would no longer be able to pull Harry out of his pocket, like a muggle magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat and say, go and bolster those peoples morale, or go and stop Voldemort from doing that there. But a small part of his mind had to admit, that if the stories and the power gathered in the room were any indication, it would be a distinct advantage to have these Sytherins on his side, and if they came the rest would follow, he was sure of it.

"Drey, can you just go outside for a moment."

Charlie and Ginny had come back in while no one had been looking and Ginny had plopped herself down by Neville, pulling his hand into hers, much to his embarrassment, looking as though she had been completely drained by whatever had taken place outside. Charlie was just standing by a wall, staring at Pansy, apparently whatever had been decided out there had been taken all of his energy, and he couldn't be bothered to hide what he wanted anymore. Waving back her two bulky bodyguards as they moved to come with her Drey stepped outside to a sight that she didn't really think she'd ever see.

Mrs Weasley, the woman she'd heard such terrifying stories about, was leaning against the stair railing, looking as though all the stuffing had been knocked out of her. Bill was standing a few feet away from his mother, eyes downcast, locks of hair obscuring his eyes. His arms folded as he pretended to be desperately interested in his nails, only looking up when Drey moved his arms and folded herself into them.

The blondes face was still impassive, but she could feel her boyfriend's heart beating like a frightened rabbits in his chest behind her, Mrs Weasley's mouth twitched when she saw where Drey had situated herself, but those were the only reactions she received. And she didn't particularly care. Bill was what was important, and she knew him, knew how much he loved his mother, and knew that whatever they'd done out here had hurt him.

"So, have you decided whether or not you're going to disown them for joining the big bad Slytherin court."

Huh. It would appear that Mrs Weasley wasn't a big fan of flippancy either. Although Bill seemed to be warming up to that particular quirk of hers judging by how his arms were shaking in silent, muffled laughter.

"I'm sorry if I misjudged you." It seemed as though she was going to stop there, but Drey could feel the scorching heat of Bill's stare over her shoulder, an watched the older woman stumble on.

"It's just…well…Bill stop glaring at me. Purebloods are big on family, aren't they? It's just it doesn't matter how old they get, they're still my babies, and I've heard all the stories about you, and the Malfoys have never been nice to my family. What sort of reaction did you expect?"

Drey cut in smoothly before Bill could come to her defence.

"Exactly the one you gave, and I would have been disappointed if you hadn't. My family are the bad guys, I know that and I'm not sorry for it, it makes things easier if everyone is scared of you. But I know how close your family is, and I've heard loads of stories about you all from Bill, you're like our family really. Draco, Mother and I, only we don't show it quite as much.

I know you hate it, but I do love him. Just give me a chance; you might learn to like me. It took him a little while but he got there eventually."

The two women laughed while Bill just stared. She'd done it again, how the bloody hell did she do that.

"Bill stop gawping."

Oh boy. His mother was back in full force.

"I'm still not entirely happy about this you know, especially if what Ron tells me is true and you're sharing a room. But I'll get used to it, I don't have a choice really. I think I'd better get going now, one of your father's muggle toys exploded and there's all sorts of things all over the place."

With a blur of motion she headed into the office, leaving a bemused Bill and a smirking Drey to follow her in.

"Professor Dumbledore, thank you for inviting me to this meeting today. It was nice to see you again."

She was speaking over Ginny's shoulder as she hugged the life out of her. And then the room was filled with her earful goodbyes as she hugged her other two children and Harry and Seamus, and then to everyone's shock she moved onto the Slytherins. Throwing her arms round both the twins and kissing their cheeks. Then Pansy, Blaise, Vince and Greg. Although she had to stretch a little to fit her arms around their muscular frames.

Then with a final good bye she disappeared into the fireplace.

"Well professor, I think that about concludes our business with you today. And we all have things we need to be doing so we'll see you around."

And just like that, they were gone.

I finally updated :) I've had half of this chapter sitting here for ages but I didn't quite know how to finish it. And I know I've been promising Vince and Greg in the next chapter for ages, but it just didn't fit in this one. But I swear on everything that it will be in the next one!

omega-slytherin: thanks, but it might be a while before I finish it

Morena Evensong: the Slytherins are definitely still Slytherins, and it will come out again, and Vince and Greg are more than two mindless gorillas, I know people like that, everyone alays thinks they're stupid but they're really not.

Silverone3: I hope you like this one too

haylz010: it's 'drac-ay-na', I know it's weird but I thought it fit cause it's latin for female dragon.

lasaireigh: I wanted to have one going off the edge and the other one calm

Please review again :)