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Chapter 3: The Rescue

"Harry wake up!" Julian shook his brother roughly. When his eyes opened, Dorinda hurried to hand the boy his glasses. "Look its Ron!"

"Ron?" Harry stared out the window as Rose too woke up in shock. "Ron how did you-" Dorinda pushed open the window slowly so they could speak clearly through the bars.

"Oh my." Rose whispered as her eyes roamed over the entire scene in all its glory. Ron and the Weasley twins were floating in an old blue car at their window. "Are we all seeing the same thing?"

"All right there Harry?" George asked with a smile at their incredulous faces, Harry slowly nodded.

"What's been going on?" Ron asked taking them out of their stupors. "Why haven't you been answering my letters? I've asked you over about twelve times? I was getting desperate, almost sent a letter to the Slytherin."

"Ah Ron, how considerate of you." Julian chuckled humorlessly. He wasn't in the mood for the boy's sarcasm.

"Stop it Julian." Dorinda smacked him lightly. "Ron, we need you to go get help."

"What's going on Harry?" Ron asked again, looking back at forth between the Potter's urgent faces. "Dad came home the other day and said you four had received an official warning from the Ministry for using magic in front of muggles-"

"That wasn't even us." Rose muttered embarrassed.

"How do you know that?" Dorinda asked suspiciously.

"Dad works for the Ministry." Ron said simply. "You lot know we aren't allowed to use magic outside of school."

"Details, details." Julian waved it off. This caused the Weasley twins to erupt in laughter.

"Oi Ron you didn't tell us the Slytherin had jokes!" Fred slapped his brother on the back with a grand smile. Ron grimaced.

"Enough!" Dorinda said exasperated. "Ron listen closely. The Dursleys have locked us up in this room. When you get to Hogwarts tell them they won't allow us to return and we obviously can't use magic to get out…"

"Ah thought you were a Ravenclaw?" George asked in mock shame. "Surely you know that we've come to bring you home with us?"

"Really?" Harry said excitedly but he quickly lost his smile. "But how? We're locked in here and the bars?"

"Obviously you've forgotten who I've brought with me mate!" Ron chuckled as he nodded towards the now mischievous looking twin boys.

"Stand back." Fred warned as he revved the engine. George pulled out a spare rope and Ron helped him tie it securely around the bars. "Here we go!"

The Potters stood back cautiously and braced themselves for the presumably loud sound the bars would make as they were ripped away from the outside of the house. Cringing they waited for Uncle Vernon's angry yell but when all they heard was a slightly interrupted snore. They silently celebrated.

"Our stuff! It's all locked beneath the stairs in the cupboard." Dorinda explained urgently. After all there was no point in returning to Hogwarts without their wands or books!

"Not to worry. We've learned to pick a few locks in our days!" George reassured them. "Muggles have a few useful tricks that should be learned I say. A bit slow but useful for master pranksters like us."

"Agreed brother." Fred said joyously. "Here Ron take the wheel!"

Ron took the wheel and carefully, Fred and George made their way into the house through their window. Quietly the two set to work using an old clothespin to unlock their door. The Potter's held their breath and sighed as soon as they heard the small click. The two redheads disappeared into the darkness. Julian hurried to grab Devious and let the complaining snake curl around his upper arm before he quickly joined Ron in the flying car. The freckled boy gave him a look of contempt.

"Go on Rose." Harry urged his auburn haired sister with a nudge. Rose wasn't much for heights. She hesitated slightly but with an encouraging smile from Harry she silently handed Lily's cage over to Julian. "Careful Rose."

"Hurry up you two." George said urgently as he and Fred reappeared. The suddenness of their voice startled Rose and her foot slipped. Julian however quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her up and into the safety of the car.

"Come on Annabelle." Dorinda whispered as she scooped up the purring cat. She grabbed her book off the table and climbed over the ledge and into the car. It was particularly roomy inside compared to what it seemed to be when looking from the outside. Fred jumped back into the car effortlessly and grabbed the wheel. He moved the car slightly farther up and opened the trunk of the car. George heaved up Dorinda's trunk and with Harry's help, managed to push the heavy object into the trunk within minutes. Fred handed the wheel back over to Ron and clambered back in the window.

"I'll go grab another of the trunks while you put this one in." Fred explained before disappearing once more into the darkness of the Dursley household. George gestured to Julian's trunk and with much less effort, as Julian's trunk was much lighter than Dorinda's, they placed it in the car as well. "Just one more right?"

"As far as I know." Harry allowed himself a chuckle despite the tense situation. He heaved his own trunk into the car. "Just Rose's now."

"And we're off!" Fred said joyously as they closed the now full trunk after Rose's was added a moment later. The twin boys jumped into the front seat quickly. Harry went to follow happily but as he hopped onto the windowsill, Hedwig gave off a loud obnoxious screech. He had almost forgotten her!

"Ruddy owls!" Uncle Vernon's voice penetrated the Dursley's house. His stomping feet could be heard blocks a way they were sure.

"Hurry Harry!" Dorinda yelled, no longer caring about being silent. Harry snapped out of his terrified trance and jumped off the ledge. He landed in the middle of the room just as Uncle Vernon came to their doorway.

The large man stood there stunned as he took in the picture before him and the fact that the door was no longer locked. Harry took advantage of his Uncle's incredulity and grabbed Hedwig's cage and rushed back over the window. He all but threw his owl's cage into the car, ignoring the fact that not only was Hedwig screeching but now so was Lily. The sound seem to awaken Uncle Vernon as the man launched himself at his escaping nephew. Harry jumped from the ledge but his uncle was able to grab his ankle roughly.

"Put your foot down Fred!" Ron yelled and the car promptly shot off towards the moon. Uncle Vernon lost his grip as he struggled to not fall out of the window. George and Julian hurried to pull Harry into the car as they all loudly celebrated.

"Amazing." Rose muttered breathlessly as she stared out the window and into the vast night sky. The stars twinkled almost amusingly down at them, it seemed that they too were silently celebrating the Potter's escape.

"Bloody heroic I daresay!" Julian laughed manically as he slapped George on the back happily. "Good job chaps!"

"If you weren't a slimy Slytherin mate I just might like you." George replied seriously with a smile on his face.

"Pity." Julian covered his eyes in mock shame before exclaiming brightly, "but a Slytherin I am! And a damn proud one!"

"Quit it Julian" Dorinda muttered in annoyance.

"So whats the story then Harry?" Ron asked impatiently. "What's been happening?"

Harry took a long deep breath before he began the tale of finding Dobby in their room those few nights ago. He spoke of how they had been locked away in their room and the warning they had received from Dobby about returning back to Hogwarts. Silence filled the car as the Weasley's took it all in with shocked faces.

"Fishy I say." Fred finally said. George nodded thoughtfully beside his twin brother.

"Dodgy." George put in. "So he wouldn't even tell you who is planning all this?"

"Well I don't think he could. I told you every time he got close to telling me something important and slightly useful, he attacked himself." Harry replied with a sigh. Fred and George exchanged looks. "What do you think he was lying to us?"

"Well, put it this way fellow Gryffindor." Fred began lightly. "House-Elves have plenty of magic on their own but they aren't usually allowed to use it without their master's permission. I reckon he was sent to keep you four from returning to Hogwarts but as a joke. Can you think of no one that might have a grudge against you?"

"Malfoy." Harry and Ron said instantly conveying looks of shock but Julian just rolled his eyes.

"That brute wouldn't last a day without me at school." Julian said confidently.

"Who? Lucius Malfoy?" George inquired confused.

"No Draco Malfoy." Dorinda clarified instantly. Her own head trying to reach a more plausible reason for Dobby's warning.

"His son then?" Fred asked, again exchanging looks with his twin brother.

"Yes." Julian said slowly. His face defensive. "That's my best friend and I know he wouldn't pull something like this. And it wouldn't be done as a joke, the man doesn't have a joking bone in his body."

"You're best friends with a Malfoy?" Fred grimaced and looked away in disgust. "Just when I was beginning to look past your sliminess."

"I've heard Dad talk about him." George explained. "The Malfoy's were big supporters of You-Know-Who."

Rose gasped and covered her mouth horrified. She hadn't known this but by the looks on Dorinda and Julian's faces, they both had. Dorinda looked down in shame for her brother while Julian scoffed. Harry just nodded, he had heard these rumors before and so George's proclamation didn't surprise him in the slightest. Draco Malfoy made Dudley Dursley look like a sweet teddy bear.

"And when You-Know-Who disappeared," said Fred, craning his neck around to look at the four siblings. "Lucius Malfoy came back saying he didn't mean any of it. Load of dung of course, Dad reckons he was in You-Know-Who's inner circle."

"I don't know whether the Malfoy's own a house-elf." Harry said honestly, looking at his brother who shrugged.

"Well they must." Rose whispered quietly. Inquiring eyes fell on her so she continued a bit louder. "The Malfoy's are an old wizarding family and very rich. It's a pureblood custom to have a house-elf. It's a disgrace not to have one."

"What are you going on about Rose?" Dorinda asked in confusion. She had never studied house-elves herself.

"Blaise told me, so the Malfoy's must have one. For all they are, they are quite proper." Rose finished confidently. Julian nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, Mum's always wishing we had a house-elf to do the ironing." said George. "But all we've got is a lousy old ghoul in our attic and gnomes all over the garden. House-Elves come with old manors and castles and places like that; you wouldn't catch one at our house."

They all sat silently. The four all considering different opinions. Julian was sure that Draco wouldn't have done this. He was probably worried though that he hadn't returned a letter. As worried as Draco Malfoy got of course. If his blonde friend had decided to send his house-elf it would be to make sure his friend was okay, not to prevent him from returning to Hogwarts. Julian was confident.

Rose however, was still in shock about hearing that the Malfoy's had been associated with their parent's killer. She had heard stories that they were dark but she had thought of them as just stories. The fact that Julian seemed to have known that the Malfoy's had been in the same league with Voldemort and was still associating himself with Draco, was amazing to her.

Harry himself could see Malfoy pulling this trick, with Julian being his friend or not. He believed that they had a house-elf, Malfoy always had the best of everything. He could just see Malfoy running around a large exquisite manor. Had he really been stupid enough as to take Dobby seriously?

Dorinda being the ever logical person that she was however was considering all points. Malfoy was without a doubt in her mind, a stupid git. But he appeared to be loyal enough to Julian. Their friendship she couldn't question. While it was baffling, it was real. The fact that Dobby had seemed so very serious and sincere for their own safety, she couldn't look passed this point. She wouldn't ignore the fact that they had received a warning, her guard would stay up until Dobby's warning was proven to be false.

"Anyways, I'm glad we decided to come get you." Ron broke the silence. "I was getting worried that you weren't answering any of my letters. I thought it was Errol at first."

"Who's that?" Harry asked in confusion.

"That's our family owl. He's ancient though and it wouldn't be the first time he collapsed on delivery. So I tried to borrow Hermes-"

"Who?"

"The owl that Mum and Dad bought Percy 'cause he made prefect." Fred explained from the front seat.

"But he wouldn't let me use him." Ron sighed. "Said he needed him."

"Right git our brother." George added. "He's been acting really weird this summer though. Been staying locked away in his room. He's been sending a lot of letters. I expect he sits there and polishes his prefect badge over and over." George laughed to himself. "Watch it Fred, you're driving too far west."

George pointed to the compass on the dashboard. Fred glanced and then twiddled the steering wheel a bit.

"Do you're parents know that you actually have this car?" Dorinda wondered aloud, suddenly alarmed.

"Uh, no." Ron said, his cheeks flaming. "Dad had to work tonight so hopefully we can get it back in the garage before Mum notices we flew it."

"What does your dad do at the Ministry of Magic anyway?" Harry asked.

"He works in the most boring department. The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts." Ron explained, his eyes downcast.

"What does he do in there?" Dorinda asked in interest. She was considering the possibility that she might one day wish to work in the Ministry of Magic.

"It's all to do with bewitching things that are Muggle-made, you know, in case they end up back in a muggle shop or house. Like last year, some old witch died and her tea set was sold to an antiques shop. This muggle woman bought it, tried to serve her friends tea with it and it was a nightmare. Dad was working overtime for weeks." Fred laughed.

"Not to be rude or anything but wouldn't this car be considered misuse of a muggle artifact?" Dorinda asked in a matter-of-fact voice. Ron shrugged.

"Dad's crazy about muggle stuff, he loves everything to do with them. I reckon he might be one if Mum let him. He takes the stuff apart, puts spells on it and then puts it back together again. If he raided our house, he would have to arrest himself. Drives Mum mad." George joined in on the laughter.

"There's the main road there. We're just about ten minutes out." Fred said peering down the windshield. "Just as well, its starting to get light out."

Rose looked out her window and could see clumps of trees and bushes on the great fields of green. A faint pinkish glow was just coming over the horizon. The flying car went lower and lower until the red gleam of the sun was filtering through the now much larger looking trees.

"Touchdown!" said Fred, as the car managed the last few inches to the ground and with a slight off-balancing bump they were now technically driving. They had landed next to a tumble down garage and for the first time, the Potter's got a look at Ron's house.

It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic, (which, they reminded themselves that it probably was). Five chimneys were perched on top of a red roof. A lopsided sign that was stuck in the ground around the entrance read: THE BURROW. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a rusty old cauldron. Several brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

"It's not much." said Ron sheepishly.

"It's wonderful." Harry said happily, thinking of his own Privet Drive. They quickly got out of the car.

"Now we'll all go upstairs really quietly," said Fred, "and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast. Then, Ron, you come bounding down the stairs going, 'Mum look who turned up in the night' and she will be all pleased to see this lot that no one will ever need to know we flew the car."

"This is never going to work." Dorinda muttered shaking her head.

"Right." Ron muttered, looking at Harry. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the- at the top-"

Ron had gone a nasty greenish color and his eyes were wide with fear. Rose swiveled around in her own fear and gasped at the sight that was surely the Weasley's mother. Everyone else whirled around and let out their own noises of surprise.

It was remarkable how much Mrs. Weasley appeared to look like a saber-tooth tiger. The chickens scattered themselves as she barreled through them. She was a short, plump and kind faced woman but right now, she was just scary.

"Ah." said Fred.

"Oh dear." George added.

Mrs. Weasley came to a halt in front of them, hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to another. She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of the pocket.

"So." Mrs. Weasley whispered in a deathly voice.

"Morning Mum." said George, in his best cheerful voice he could do with the fear he felt. "Look who showed up!"

"Have you any idea how worried I've been!" Mrs. Weasley once again whispered in her deadly tone. They could all feel that she was about to snap.

"Sorry Mum but see, we had too-"

"Beds empty, no note, car gone! Could have crashed, you could have died! Out of my mind with worry!" Mrs. Weasley's control broke as she unleashed her wrath. "Did you care? Never, as long as I've lived. We never had to go through any of this with Bill or Charlie or Percy-" All three of her sons were taller than her but they all coward under their mother's rage.

"Perfect Percy." muttered Fred. He instantly regretted it as Mrs. Weasley's wand sprouted sparks.

"You could do with taking a leaf out of Percy's book!" Mrs. Weasley jabbed a finger into Fred's chest. "You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job!"

The Potter's all inched a way quietly as their saviors got berated for what seemed to be hours. Mrs. Weasley never stopped and went on about how much trouble they all three were in. She just about shouted herself hoarse before she turned away from her sons and over to the reason the three had actually left. All four of them braced themselves for a good thrashing as well but it never came.

"Hello dears, I'm very pleased to see you." Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly at them, they instantly relaxed. "Come in for some breakfast would you?"

"I could do with some food." Julian rubbed his stomach hungrily.

"Well hurry along dear and we'll get you filled up in no time!" Mrs. Weasley gestured for him to follow. Julian did so quickly.

Harry glanced over at Ron, who nodded encouragingly, and the rest of the Potter's followed. The kitchen was rather small and cramped. There was a scrubbed wooden table with chairs and all seven of them quickly took their seats. They had never been in a wizard's home before.

The clock on the wall opposite him had only one hand and no numbers at all. Written around the edge were things like Time to Make Tea, Time to Feed the Chickens, You're Late. Books were stacked three deep on the mantlepiece with titles like Charm Your Own Cheese, Enchantment in Baking and One Minute Feasts – It's Magic! And unless their ears were deceiving them, the old radio next to the sink had just announced that coming up was "Witching Hour, with the popular singing sorceress, Celestina Warbeck."

Mrs. Weasley was clattering around, cooking breakfast a little haphazardly, throwing dirty looks at her sons as she threw sausages into the frying pan. Every now and then she muttered things like "don't know what you were thinking of," and "never would have believed it."

"I don't blame you four of course," she assured them as she began to serve their plates. She filled them will eight or nine sausages a piece and three fried eggs. "Arthur and I have been worried about you lot too. Just last night we were saying we'd come and get you ourselves if you hadn't written back to Ron by Friday. But really, flying an illegal car halfway across the country- anyone could have seen you-"

With a flick of her wand, the dishes in the sink began to clean themselves, clinking in the background gently.

"It was cloudy, Mum!" Fred began defensively.

"You keep you're mouth closed while you're eating!" Mrs. Weasley snapped.

"They were starving them Mum!" George tried.

"And you!" said Mrs. Weasley giving him a death glare. She lightened her expression as she began to butter bread for Harry.

At that moment however, there was a diversion in the form of a small redheaded girl that appeared in the kitchen wearing a long nightdress, gave a small squeal and ran right back out. Harry and Julian exchanged confused looks.

"Ginny." Ron said under his breath to Harry. "She's been talking about you all summer."

"Yeah she'll be wanting your autograph Harry." Fred said with a grin. However as he caught his mother's eye, the grin slipped off and he quickly looked away and down at his plate.

"What about me? I'm the good looking brother!" Julian joked in aghast. Dorinda rolled her eyes. The only obvious difference between Harry and Julian was the lack of glasses and Julian's much longer hair, which reached his shoulders.

"We've taught her better than to like a snarky Slytherin mate." George chuckled with a sigh.

"George to your room!" Mrs. Weasley roared angrily, causing them all to jump. "You know better than that. We treat our guests equally in this home!"

"I was only joking Mum!" George said with his hands in the air. However, he quickly grabbed some toast before hightailing it out of the kitchen.

"There is nothing wrong with being a Slytherin dear." Mrs. Weasley smiled and offered him another piece of bread. Julian smiled and gladly took one.

"Blimey, I'm tired." Fred said as he stretched loudly. He finally set down his fork and knife. "I think I'll go to bed and-"

"You will not!" snapped Mrs. Weasley. "It's your own fault you've been up all night. You're going to de-gnome the garden for me again. They are getting completely out of hand-"

"Oh Mum-"

"And you too Ronald." Mrs. Weasley turned toward her youngest son with a glare. "And grab George as well. You four can go on up to bed, I'm sure we can find enough beds for you to sleep in-"

"I've never seen a de-gnoming. I think I will help Ron-" Harry said quickly. He didn't feel like sleeping after a night like that.

"That's very sweet of you dear but it's very dull work." said Mrs. Weasley. "Now let's see what Lockhart has to say on the subject."

"Mum we know how to degnome a garden!" Fred protested in indignation.

Harry peeked at the cover of Mrs. Weasley's book. Written across it in fancy gold letters were the words Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests. There was a big photograph on the front of a very good looking wizard with wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. As always in the wizarding wold, the photograph was moving, the wizard, who Harry supposed was Gilderoy Lockhart, kept winking cheekily up at them all. Mrs. Weasley beamed down at him.

"Oh he is marvelous," she said. "He knows his household pests, all right. It's a wonderful book."

"Mum fancies him." Fred whispered mischievously.

"Don't be so ridiculous, Fred." said Mrs. Weasley, her cheeks rather pink. "All right if you think you know better than Lockhart, you can go and get on with it but woe betide you if there's one single gnome in that garden when I come out to inspect it."

"Mrs. Weasley I think I'd rather head up to sleep myself." Julian said getting up from the table. Ron sent him a glare.

"As would I." Dorinda said honestly, she wasn't much for any pests. "I'm feeling a bit under the weather but I'm sure its from lack of sleep."

"Not a problem dears!" Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Julian dear you can go ahead and take Ronald's bed until I can set you a makeshift one and-" Mrs. Weasley stopped questionabley.

"Dorinda." The dark haired girl provided not at all angry at the fact that the woman wasn't sure.

"Right, sorry dear. I knew it just wasn't sure which one you were. You can go ahead and take my daughter's bed, she won't mind." Mrs. Weasley had the decency to blush lightly but hurried to usher them to the stairwell. "Stay asleep as long as you'd like."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley." Julian and Dorinda both said honestly heading up the winding staircase. It creaked under the feet. They reached the third floor and a door stood ajar, light brown eyes peeked through the crack before it shut hastily.

"Guess this is mine." Dorinda said annoyed once more. She didn't know how much she could take of the little girl obsessing over her brother.

"Good luck sister." Julian clasped her shoulder sadly before continuing up the staircase. He made it all the way to the final floor before he found Ron's room which was clearly marked on the door with a large sign.

He opened the door and slowly walked inside. His head almost touched the sloping ceiling and he had the image of actually walking into a furnace. Everything from the walls to the bedspread was a violent shade of orange. The walls were covered with seven witches and wizards in the same orange robes and were carrying broomsticks. This was obviously Ron's quidditch team. His and Harry's stuff sat in the middle of the room, including a very angry looking Hedwig.

"Hey girl." Julian greeted her, he hurried to break off the lock. It took him a minute but he finally broke it off and Hedwig gladly flew from her cage. "If you wait a minute, I will have a letter for you."

Julian handed her a piece of toast he had saved from his pocket for her. He quickly opened up his dusty trunk and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. He eagerly sat down at the rickety old desk.

Draco,

I know you must be terribly worried about me. I assure you I am fine. There is a lot I need to tell you and hopefully my dear friend you will not let me down. Come get me. I've been recently moved to the Burrow, Ron Weasley's home, for the rest of the summer. Hurry if you may.

-Julian Potter

"There you go Hedwig, Malfoy Manor, its urgent." Julian tied the letter onto her outstretched claw. He handed her another piece of toast and she affectionately nipped at his finger before flying quickly out the opened window.

Julian exhaustively plopped down on the bed, which was comfortable and it wasn't long before he fell into a dreamless sleep. It was only a few hours later that he was awoken by the door opening. He opened a bleary eye and looked up groggily at his smiling brother. Harry sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You missed it Julian." Harry said happily. "Mrs. Weasley had a go at Mr. Weasley."

"Ah bet she was a right bit mad at him." Julian said as he sat up.

"Yeah got even madder when he asked how the car flew." Harry chuckled, Julian joined in. "Did you use Hedwig?"

"Yeah sent a letter." Julian explained. Harry nodded, he wouldn't argue with his brother, for he knew just who he had sent a letter to. He had to make his own choices. "Should be back soon enough."

Julian got out of bed and ignoring the awkwardly standing Ron, he hurried to change out of his night clothes. He changed into a pair of jeans and a black shirt before going to stare out the window. It wasn't long before he noticed that Hedwig was flying right at him. He quickly moved out of the way and watched as Hedwig landed on the rickety old desk. He quickly went to untie the letter with barely contained excitement.

"Who's that from?" Ron asked roughly, already guessing at the answer. Julian ignored him and began to read the reply quickly.

Julian,

Father says we will come for you at one o'clock. Be ready, we do not wish to stay long. I'm glad I've heard from you.

-Draco Malfoy

"What time is it?" Julian asked hurriedly, looking from Ron to Harry.

"A quarter till one when we got up here I think, why?" Ron asked suspiciously. Julian hurried to shove everything back in his trunk before he began to quickly pull it through the door and down the stairs. Getting to the third floor he met a ruffled looking Dorinda.

"Where are you going?" Dorinda asked rudely, eying his trunk.

"To Draco's he will be here any moment." Julian quickly explained. "Bit crowded here for my tastes."

"Well wait for me! I'm coming too!" Dorinda declared as she hurried back into the bedroom to gather her stuff. Julian didn't wait as he continued down the winding staircase in a hurry. Just as he reached the landing, a loud and clear knock rang through the house.

"Who could that be?" Mr. Weasley appeared flustered. "Molly did you invite Aunt Muriel over for tea again?"

"No." Mrs. Weasley answered as she joined her husband just as he opened the door. "Sweet Merlin."

The Malfoy's had arrived.

AN: It's been far too long I know. This piece of work however will never leave me alone. I hope that whoever actually reads these chapters, enjoys this one. It was difficult for me to write. With love, Mettea.