Fred came through the fireplace first stretching his hands way over his head with his eyes closed. George came after and poked him in the midsection making him huff.

"Don't do that." Fred complained. "Let me finish my stretch."

George just laughed. They both turned to see their Dragon sprawled on the couch as usual but he wasn't there.

"Hi Fred! George!" Harry smiled cheerfully.

Hermione nodded with a smile.

Ron grinned. "We came to drop off some stuff from Mum and thought we'd surprise you. Also got rid of a rat that crawled in here."

The twins hoped Draco had hidden himself somewhere else then started. "Rat?" They asked in sync.

"More of a ferret." Harry chuckled.

"Pointy faced Malfoy git was here." Ron laughed. "We got rid of him for you."

"Rid of him?" They screeched.

The Golden Trio dropped their smiles.

"We just sent him off." Harry huffed indignantly. "Back to Knockturn Alley where he belongs."

"What!" Fred jumped.

George hurriedly grabbed floo powder and handed it to Fred.

"Wait! Hey!" Ron jumped up from the sofa.

"Knockturn Alley."

They didn't even wait to go at two separate times. It was the longest floo ride ever in their lives. Eternities passed in the whorl of color and light. Years even for something to happen to their blind and mute little Dragon. They tumbled out together.

"Watch it!" A man snarled as the shoved past.

"You watch it." Fred snarled.

They skidded to a halt in the midst of the street. They searched with their eyes, spinning like tops around and around for some sign of Draco.

"Dragon!" Fred shouted.

People on the streets looked up at the sky in terror.

George looked the other way. "Dragon!" He cried.

The crowd started to flee in a panic. Witches and Wizards shoved their way down and up the street. It cleared quickly until all that was left were the shouting Weasley twins. They yelled and ran down the streets, checking passages and doorways. They shouted themselves hoarse then paused leaning against each other to catch their breath.

"Fred." George had tears in his eyes.

Fred swallowed at the lump in his throat. Then they heard a noise they hadn't before. A soft sniffling sound and shallow breathing. There was a kind of whistle to each breathe. The twins slowly turned to the shadowy archway at the end of Knockturn Alley.

"Draco." Fred hitched.

A pale figure sprawled on its side touching the wall of the alley. His hand twitched occasionally as he cried. Blood clotted over his upward facing ear from the wound on his head.

George dropped over. "Dragon!"

They both knelt next to their Dragon. Fred put a hand on him and sightless eyes opened. Draco reached up one arm painfully slow waiting to make sure the hand was real and wasn't going to strike him.

"It's ok. It's ok." George soothed.

They propped him up between them. George uttered a spell that cleared the sound muffling blood from his ears.

"Dray. It's us." Fred held his shoulders.

The blond head whipped about. His hand reached up with cautious speed. They held still while his hand ran over their faces. Draco dropped his hands and leaned forward into the sobbing without words.

"We've got you." They whispered.

"Come on." George pulled his twin and Draco up. "I'll floo."

He disappeared to floo back home. Fred held Draco tightly and side-alonged him to the street where their house was.

"Move." George ordered pushing the Gryffindors away.

He opened the door. Fred ushered the shorter male inside. Draco shivered heavily and was pushed on the couch.

"Out." Fred growled at his brother and his friends.

They left quickly with confusion written all over their face.

"Draco?" George rubbed rapid circles across his back. "Where are you hurt?"

He gestured to his head and around his stomach then threw a hand toward his left foot. The twins pushed his shirt off.

"Ouch." Fred glazed over the bruises.

George slid to the floor. The Weasley started to pull at the Dragons shoe but immediately stopped as Draco opened his mouth in a silent gasp. He grabbed the other Weasley and buried his aristocratic face in his shoulder.

"Careful." Fred hugged the wizard to his chest.

He nodded to his twin. George carefully untied and removed the shoe and slid off the black sock beneath.

"It's broken." George said then pulling out his wand and fixing it.

Draco relaxed his hold as George slipped back up on to the couch. Fred flicked a spell at the fireplace locking the floo system and another off toward the front door. They were in for the night and nothing short of a Third Wizarding War would bring them forth.

George gently nudged his brother and Draco. "Up we go." He whispered.

Fred just picked the Dragon straight up off the couch bridal style while George cleared the way with his socked feet. Usually Draco would throw a fuss over being carried but he was too shell shock to protest. They climbed the stair up to their master bedroom with a bed large enough for three trolls to share, or three wizards to curl up in the middle of.

"It's ok." Fred reassured, setting Draco next to him.

Draco gripped his sleeve steadyingly. They all stripped down to boxers. The blonde younger wizard was nudged up to the bed and sandwiched between the two redheads. Draco blinked blindly trying to hold on to both twins at the same time. His mind was overloaded. He had a headache and was sore everywhere.

"It's"

"ok"

"We've got you." The twins finished together crisscrossing their arms across their center.

"Hey Fred?"

"Yeah George?"

"I think we have some test subjects for Dragon's potion."