Warnings: Lot's of angst, mention of murder, non-important character death, mention of drugs, a little fluff if you squint, and curse words. Some humor thrown in. Oh, and their's a line with this by it *, and that means it was inspired by Natalie's Rap by Natalie Portman and The Lonely Island. Listen to it, it's hilarious.

Her head tilted, innocent expression immediately covering her features as she looked up into the face of the schools Headmaster. "Headmaster? What is it? I'm late for Charms!" Her voice sounded completely different from her out burst in his office, far more friendly that it would ever truly be.

"Miss Potter…" The man sounded solemn, "I regret to inform you that your uncle and cousin…they were found dead this morning. Muggle authorities said that your cousin accidentally lit the house on fire while trying a blunt, whatever that is."

She paused. 'Huh, so he probably used a stunner, but how the hell did he know a damn thing about weed? Good choice though, I always figured Dudders would be a pothead in the future, or crackhead, or… Must have made a fake body for the little pig in a wig too…' She shook herself internally, decided not to act as if she cared. It would only make things complicated. "Ok."

"Ok? My girl, do you truly care so little? They were your family."

She snorted, "More like animals. Frankly, I don't care for those two. My aunt was a different matter, and yes I still intend to live with them." She dropped her façade completely, "They are dead, as they deserve. To be truthful, you're the one who should feel guilty, Headmaster. You placed an innocent child into the hands of monsters by leaving her on a doorstep in a thin blanket, in freezing wet weather, without so much as knocking. Do you wish to know the only reason I survived?"

George and Fred paused on their way to Potions- they were already pretty late, but they hoped Snape would cut them a little break, not that it was likely- when they heard the tail end of a sentence in a voice they recognized as their new dorm mate saying she was late.

Commence the dropping of a bomb in their heads. Dumbledore, the man their Mum told the to respect entirely, had left Ivy like that? Just left her there? And all the clues they seen pointed to abuse so…so he was why? It could have been avoided, yet he left her and didn't even think to check on her? Or did he and just decided to ignore it?

"Do you wish to know the only reason I survived?" The leaned forward a bit and strained their ears at her low tone filled with a hint of malice and a fair amount accusation.

Dumbledore himself was silent.

"The only reason I'm still alive is because they found out about the man in the alley." Her tone went more into a dark amusement. "Look up a missing persons report in the Muggle world reported April fifth, the year is was eight. I'm sure you'll have no problem getting a hold of the case files, just read about the profile the built on it. I'm sure you'll come to your own conclusions. In any case that was the result of Vernon kicking me out for a week, I would have died if I hadn't done it."

Footsteps sounded as she walked away swiftly.

Silence. Fred turned to George.

Silence, George pulled his brother(dragged) back to their new dorm.

"Do you think-" George cut his brother off.

"Yea…yea that's what it sounded like. She killed somebody. When she was eight."

"But how…why?"

"And they call me the dumb one, well let's add clues shall we?" George said to his brother as if he was the eldest of the two, "She was kicked out. She was in an alley, the man was in an alley. The man went missing. A case file was made on him before he vanished." George sighed at the look of incomprehension on Fred's face. "Fred it's like those muggle crime books Dad used to bring home and we'd read when no one was looking. The guy was probably some pedophile and tried to get her and she killed him to stay alive."

Fred looked a little green, ringing his hands, "But George…she's so tiny, how can she have the strength to do that to anyone?"

George looked back at him grimly, "Magic."

This was rather annoying, she decided. If one more person swaggered up to her and demanded to be friends while staring(gawking) at her scar, she was going to go ballistic, unleash the inner monster, go ham, turn psycho on them, whatever the fuck people called it nowadays.

Her eye twitched as the guy still standing in front of her. His last name- well hell she wasn't even really paying attention to it. She slapped his hand away, standing and getting on the chair to attract the attention of everyone in the Charms room(it was the last few minutes, Flitwick was out of the room) and clapping her hands for silence.

"Listen and listen bloody fucking good. I don't give a shit who the fuck you are, what your family does, who they are or anything. The next person who stares at my scar and gives me their last name as if I should be amazed will have my boot so far down their mouth their shit will be in my shoes*, then I'll make you clean it up by hand, capiche?" Everyone stared at her with wide eyes, though she saw Daphne and Ron snickering. "Good, spread it around. Because I don't talk trash, I make promises." Looked like Draco knew a few muggle terms, because even he looked amused.

Ahh, blessed silence. Aunty Tunia was right, she knew how to make people shut up. Come to think of it, she'd probably be getting a letter from her Aunt at lunch or something, Hedwig had disappeared to go see her early that morning.

She froze, hand clamping down on her forehead and she looked around, eyes landing on the man watching her from beneath his turban. Now why would her head hurt because of that…

A second later she couldn't help the squeak that escaped her as she was lifted and thrown over someone's shoulder. The twins, again, it seemed. At least that's what she gather from the identical short red hair.

She landed a little roughly on the couch in their common room as both sat across from her with crossed arms and hard expressions.

She leaned back after crossing her legs and getting comfortable, keeping an impassive look in place, "What?"

Fred twitched, "What? What? Well for starters I'd love to know what the bloody hell is going on! Why we had to get in some tangled mess of things that are so confusing you can't pick out one damn truth without a million other questions. I'd like to know, exactly why you such…such a bitch. I'd love to know where the little girl is I actually met in a dream!"

George placed a hand on his brothers arm, "Fred." He tried warningly. It didn't seem to do any good because the expression on her face was already livid.

Well, it had been livid. It went from livid to bone chillingly…strange, in another second. It looked like a smirk combined with sadness, loneliness, bitterness, hatred, confusion and pain. "A bitch huh…hn I guess it fits." The strange smirk widened, "As for that little girl, outside of her head she's considered dead to the world. You should feel proud. You're the first to see that weakness in nearly six years." She learned early on to keep your tears at bay. Vernon always had said 'Freaks don't deserve to cry.' But he always tried to make her, because he thought it gave him an excuse to beat her that much harder. It was just habit now.

George worried his bottom lip. He'd always been the calmer of the two, the more analytical. Fred had always been the more brash, but was better at improvising on the spot. George always agonized over the details. "Why? We're all in this boat and if we don't trust each other, then it's going to sink."

He saw a flash of want, but it vanished almost as quickly as it came. "I don't need anyone's trust, I don't need anyone's help."

Fred slammed his hands down on the table, leaning forward, "Then why did you cry on me? Why didn't you try and push me away then? Everyone needs help, Ivy."

Her mask was cracking, George could see it. Maybe it was the high emotions? He could certainly feel her frustration and anger…her fear? And he could feel his brother's too. He could feel Fred's own frustration and confusion, feel his want for her to just let them in already. And his own emotions mirrored his twin's. This bond must be something else. Normally it was himself and Fred that had trouble letting other's(Lee aside) in.

"I don't." She retorted, fists clenching tightly, so tightly her knuckles were white. "I don't."

"Yes you do!" Fred growled, "You-we- are kids! We're not supposed to feel nothing when a family member dies. We're not supposed to have supposedly killed someone when we were little-" so it was them she'd sensed "And we're damn well not supposed to have been hurt by family!"

She leapt to her feet, mask shattering as her anger and fear bubbled over into near hysteria. "Drop it! Just leave it alone, you bloody bastard! It's nothing, it never was! I don't care about it, and it's none of your bloody business!" She felt like she was going to choke. She didn't want to feel this. Didn't want to feel their emotions pressing against her, it was scary. She didn't want to let them in, if she did, they wouldn't like what they saw. And then she'd have bared herself to them and they'd turn away, and she wouldn't be able to take it…

George shook his head violently and stood too, "Yes it is! You shouldn't feel like you don't have anyone you can trust. We've already seen the real you a few times, why can't you get it through your head? We want to be your friend, we want to be their for you to lean on, damn it!"

Fred's hands were shaking as he flexed his fingers, "We can feel what you feel, even when you aren't around. Even when you try to hide it. I-we- don't like it, because you won't let us help. If it stays so bottled up…then it'll break, and then their won't be a you to help."

Tears leaked and she closed her eyes, whole body quivering. She couldn't tell them…but she wanted too. Damn it, why did they have to waltz into her life like this? She would have been just fine on her own. "Stop it. Please, please just leave me alone." She said weakly, head drooping.

Two arms on either side surrounded her, even as she tried to push them away without any success.

"Tell us, Ivy. Please?" George coaxed, "We want to help, but we can't if you don't let us in."

Her knees buckled, but they caught her and moved themselves to the couch with her curling into a ball and sobbing. Years worth of tears poured out and shook her body. "I-I was three the first time-" She said shakily once her sobs had calmed.

So she told them, nervous and terrified they'd think she was a freak, that she was disgusting. She told them about the worst beatings and why, about her hair regrowing over night, and when she found herself on the school roof. She told them about protecting her Aunt, about being taught not to cry.

She told them about that night three years ago, how scared she'd been, how horrified she'd been at first, but how she wasn't all that bothered with it later. How she felt disgusted with herself because she didn't care that she'd just killed someone, that she had taken someone's life.

She told them about the meeting with Snape four nights ago, how they'd spoke about how to go about it all. She said that she had wanted Vernon dead, wanted him to pay for everything he'd done to her and her Aunt, for what he'd made Dudley into, for stealing away the family she could have had.

They didn't turn her away or anything, they just sat their and listened, telling her she was only human and that was human nature. Telling her that they understood and would leave her alone. She fell asleep still curled up in her ball, clutching at both's robes.

Fred looked at his brother after an hour of silence once she'd fallen asleep. "We can't let her get hurt anymore."

His brother nodded, "I know."

"We need to know more about his bond of ours, too."

"I know."

"We're going to have to talk to Malfoy, they have records farther back than Hogwarts does."

"…I know."

"We're going to have to find away to get her and her Aunt over for Summer Hols."

George smiled as he wiggled around to get comfortable without dislodging the girl basically on both their laps. "I know."

Ok, slightly longer than normal, by about a page. I teared up once I got to the part where Ivy's mask started cracking, call me a sap.

I've come to my final decision due to a PM sent me with some good advice, so here's what I've got in the order it will happen:

Come across important info in the Malfoy archives during Christmas Hols.

Begin making plans to train, and meet their predecessors of their special little bond.

Leave before Ivy's second year(the Twin's fourth year) and will include a summary of the years of Hogwarts they were gone because they'll know due to letters, so it'll get you up to speed, as well as a chapter on their experiences during the time skip.

They'll come back in during her fifth year with their mystery master(and have to deal with Umbitch).

And the rest you'll figure out because their needs to be some surprises, though I haven't given it all away in what's above either.

Review please, I need constructive criticism and comments. This has practically become my baby, and I'm working hard to get everything straightened out and ready to go! :)