"What's going on?" Five year old Cygnus leaned over and asked his twin with a frown. His eyes never left the passing Mediwitches.

"Haven't a clue." Draco answered and shrugged his small shoulders not really caring since whatever was going on got him and his twin out of the days lessons.

Cygnus sat back in the hard chair they had been directed to sit in and not move. "This is no fun." He pointed out.

Draco turned his head and regarded his brother with serious eyes. "I agree. Father shall be hearing of our treatment." He promised. "Wanna explore?"

"Sure!" Cygnus took great pleasure in sliding off the chair. "Where to?"

"Let's see if there are any dead people!" Draco suggested and lead the way down the hallway and away from the chairs.

Cygnus followed his brother, wrapping his traveling cloak around himself to ward off the chill of St. Mungos.

For what seemed like hours the two boys roamed the hallways and different floors of the wizarding hospital. By the time they called an end to their exploring, they were tired, hungry, and completely lost. Just when they were about to give up hope they, literally, ran into another boy around their age with flaming red hair.

Draco scowled up at the boy from his place on the floor. "Watch where you're going!" He took his brothers offered hand, he managed to stay on his feet, and allowed himself to be pulled up and righted.

The other boy returned the scowl. "You ran into me!" He protested.

Knowing his twin the way he did, Cygnus decided to step in before his brother could cause a scene and embarrass the Malfoy name. "We ran into each other." He stated firmly and was glad when neither of the other boys protested. "I'm Cygnus and this is my brother Draco." He introduced.

"Ron." The red head introduced himself after several seconds. "What kinda names are Cygnus and Draco anyways?" He asked while making a face.

"Family names are what they are, you wanker! All pureblood families have traditions when it comes to naming their children." Draco sounded just like the elder Malfoy; sneer and all.

Ron rolled his eyes. "My mommy and daddy don't believe in all that pureblood stuff. They said it's rid..red...stupid!" He still had trouble pronouncing the bigger words.

Cygnus sat down on a nearby bench and wrapped his cloak around himself. "Stop yelling at each other or we'll get into trouble." He told them, quietly. "Ron, do you know where we are?"

"St. Mungos of course." Ron was quick to answer then he frowned. "But I dunno what floor we're on. My daddy told me to stay outside my mommy's room but I got bored and here I am."

Draco sat down beside his twin. "Great so we all know that we're in St. Mungos and that we're lost. Father isn't going to be happy." He said with a frown.

"Why is your mommy here, Ron?" Cygnus asked, ignoring the pouting Draco.

Ron sat down on the other side of Cygnus and kicked his feet back and forth. "I was suppose to get another brother or sister in a couple of months but Merlin came and took the baby before mommy could show us."

"Another brother or sister? How many do you have?" Draco asked.

"Well, I have five older brothers and one younger sister. Ginny was the first girl born to my family in ages. She's a year younger than me and a total pest." Ron informed his two new friends. "How about you?"

Cygnus leaned back. "It's just us." And that suited both twins just fine.

Ron eyed his new friends with interest. "Who's the oldest?"

Draco puffed out his little chest. "I am the oldest. Cygnus is the baby." He loved pointing that fact out since birth order meant everything when it came to pureblood families.

Rolling his eyes, Cygnus frowned. "I am not the baby, Draco!" He huffed. "You're only older by one minute. One!" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"You guys are twins?" Ron tilted his head to the side. "My brothers Fred and George are identical twins." Upon further study of the other two boys, he concluded that they were indeed twins. He didn't understand how he had missed the fact that besides that drastically different eye color and length of hair, Draco and Cygnus were spitting images of each other. "Wicked!" He gave the boys a wide smile. "Hows come you have different eyes?"

Cygnus pulled his cloak tighter. "Draco has fathers eyes while I inherited mothers. It marks us as heirs to two ancient bloodlines."

Ron was beginning to realize how different he was from the other boys. They spoke of bloodlines and heirs while he wasn't even sure what either one of the words meant. Deciding to change the subject, he asked a question. "Where are all the people? I haven't seen anyone in ages."

"First smart thing he's said." Draco informed his brother before moving away from the small group and towards one of the rooms. Pushing hard, he managed to enter the first room he came to.

"Draco!" Cygnus exclaimed when his brother disappeared inside a nearby room. He did the only logical thing he could think of; went after him. "Father will curse you if you get yourself killed!" He called into the room as he started to push the heavy door open, stopping he looked back at Ron. "You coming or are you just going to sit there like a wart on a toad?"

Grinning, Ron joined his new friend at the door and helped him push it open. He blinked trying to get his eyes to adjust to the dark room. The only light faded when the door closed behind them. Swallowing, he fought down the urge to panic; he was not a baby! "Can you see anything Cygnus?" He asked in what he hoped was the direction of his new friend.

Draco wasn't afraid of the dark, never had been, and neither was his twin so when he found himself in the pit black room he took a moment to get his bearings. He even smirked when he heard the door open and close behind him. "I can't see a bloody thing!" He answered the red head instead of his brother.

Cygnus rolled his eyes and after a moment he could make out vague shapes; his night vision was something to be envious about. "You wouldn't happen to have a wand on you, would you Ron?"

"Ah!" Ron jumped when he heard Draco's voice come out of the darkness then he glared in that direction. "Why would I have a wand?"

"Because most wizarding families give their children a training wand when they start having bouts of accidental magic." Draco informed the less than ideal pureblood. "But then again, most families can afford the luxury." He began to search the folds of his robe for his training wand only to remember that his mother had taken it as punishment and had yet to give it back. "Mother still has mine. Blast that woman!" He grumbled. "You have yours Cyg?" Cyg was his nickname for his brother that he used when they were younger and he had trouble pronouncing Cygnus; he only used it now when he was frustrated, upset, or wanted to rile his brother.

"Hang on." Cygnus felt around inside his robes and made a triumphant sound when his hand came in contact with his wand. "Got it!" Scrunching up his face he tried to remember the spell that would give them light. "Lumos!" He called out and held up his wand a little higher when light erupted out of the tip. It took a second for his eyes to adjust again. "What is this place?" He asked as he stepped up to one of the two, occupied, beds in the room. He almost dropped his wand when he got a look at the womans face that was shackled to the bed. "Draco! It's Aunt Bella!"

Ron joined his friend at the side of the bed and was surprised to find it occupied with an unconscious woman with crazy black hair. "You know her?"

Draco stepped up to the bed as well. "That's impossible! The Ministry said she died!" He sounded every bit his age. "Aunt Bella?" He whispered and laid his hand atop her cold, clammy, one. "What do we do?"

Cygnus felt anger bubble up inside of him and somewhere deep within his very soul something awoke with a hiss. "I don't know!" He hissed before turning his eyes to the other bed. "I don't know him, do you?" He motioned to the motionless man, strapped to the other bed, with his head.

Not wanting to be left out, Ron moved a little closer to the unknown man and tilted his head to the side. "I....I've seen him before." He said more to himself than the others. "My daddy works for the Ministry and they were looking for him. Everybody was supposed to keep their eyes to the ground and their ears wide open."

"Really?" Draco drawled not sure if he should believe the red head. "How do you know it's this bloke?"

Tuning out the conversation, Cygnus focused his attention solely on their beloved aunt. It looked like she was sleeping but for some reason he knew she wasn't.

Ron glared at Draco. "Daddy had loads of pictures with his face on. And for a really long time he handed them out when we'd floo to Diagon Alley." He took a minute to look around the dimly lit room. "This must be where the Ministry puts the people who have been bad."

All three boys jumped and spun towards the door when it opened and the room was bathed in light. There in the door stood a man, relatively young, with ink black hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Reggie!" The twins cried in unison.