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The sounds of loud banging and yelling woke me from my sleep. Looking around at my surroundings, it took me just a second to realize where I was. My slow movement sped up when I heard the sounds of my brother's voices in the hallway. I open my door quickly just to move quickly as Ash was thrown into my room with the backlash of a spell.

She stalks out, snarling. I put an arm on her shoulder, cringing at the sheer force of power swirling around her.

"Where is our sister?" Fred yells.

"If you could see past the end of your noses, I'm right here," I say softly.

George quickly grabs my arm and pulls me behind Fred, his wand out and pointed at Ash.

"Stop it you prats, she's not going to hurt me," I hiss, slapping them both on the back of the head, "if she was, would the room that I was staying in be unlocked."

They looked at each other sheepishly.

"Then why would Ron send us a letter that you've been imperio'd and forced to leave the castle against your will?" George asks.

"Because he's an idiot," Ash grinds out slowly, anger still apparent in her movements, "who hangs onto the coattails of his mate for the hope that he will finally find a spotlight for himself, and his best mate has a hero complex and refuses to admit that Slytherins are people too."

The look that Fred and George share could only be considered as one of regret. They knew better than anyone how far into delusions of grandeur those three were. We only manage to get down part of the hallway before Ash stops suddenly, clutching her head.

Her eyes snap to mine, and in those starry black depths, I realize that she was about to lose all the control that she kept wrapped around her so carefully.

"What did you guys do to her?" I ask quietly.

"We had this one experimental spell, makes a person's dreams come to life, none of us have been having the best dreams lately so we haven't been able to test it," Fred says slowly.

There was a cold gush of air as Ash disappears. I stare at where she had been standing just a moment before, cold all the way to my bones.

"What just happened?" George asks.

"It's a far longer story than we can get into right now," Draco drawls from the door to his room, "and some of it is not mine to divulge."

"But let us just hope that when she comes back, she's still not angry at you two. Her anger is the stuff of legends," Blaise comments, moving up next to Draco.

I felt my heart sink a little that those two were so well acquainted that they could share the same room. Then again, they were in the same year as one another, so they must be used to sleeping in the same room as one another.

"I think that we can all do with a spot of breakfast, and the only place that I know to get from here is the main hall and the dining room," Draco says, moving to the front of the little pack of people.

"I would have thought you would know the complete layout of her home," Fred comments.

"Her Father and mine were not the best of friends, and I was only allowed to visit here if there was a meeting in which both of my parents needed to attend. Her Mother refused to have anything to do with the egomaniacal bastard, it wasn't until it could look like an accident did he kill her," Draco comment dryly.

"And then what?" George asks.

"That is not his place to say," Ash comments, standing in the doorway to the dining room.

She walks forward slowly, looking every inch the predator. Fred and George freeze on either side of me, they had the right idea of it.

"Ice, you do have a tendency to talk too much," she says softly.

"I was only giving them a hint as to what they were dealing with," Draco replies.

"You two, have the audacity to attack me in my own home," she snarls at them, "on the word of a brother that you should have known better than to trust. Didn't you also receive the news that Ginerva is no longer part of your family?"

"We never got that letter. It must have gotten lost," Fred mutters, "or stolen."

"Ginerva is our sister, and we thought that she was in danger. We didn't hear anything from her, so we assumed the worst," George comments.

Ash circles them, looking them over from head to toe, I could see it in their eyes that they were fighting the urge to turn with her, keep her in their line of sights.

"Death, I think you're terrifying them," Draco mutters, Ash just motions for him to be silent.

"Fire, how close are you to these brothers?" She mutters finally.

"They are the only ones in the house who saw me for who I was, and did not try to harm me," I answer finally.

She steps up to them and locks her eyes with Fred, George pales as he feels the weight of that stare through his twin bond. I look at Draco, confused.

"She's judging them," he mutters, "it is not an easy thing to go through. If they are found worthy, then nothing bad will happen to them, if they are found wanting…"

Draco didn't need to finish that sentence.

Minutes pass by and finally she breaks her stare, nodding her head. Ash nods her head, and I could see the twins sag in relief.

"Gred," George says.

"Yea Forge," Fred mutters.

"Remind me never to piss her off," George whispers.

"Duly noted."