With two loud cracks, Fred and George, Ron's elder twin brothers, had materialised out of thin air in the middle of the room just as Alya got to the door. "Sorry about them, Harry."
"Stop doing that!" Hermione said weakly to the two ginger boys.
"Hello, Harry" George beamed, "We thought we heard your dulcet tones."
"You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out," Fred said, also beaming at the dark haired boy. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you."

"Honestly, boys, you should do what your mother asks without magic. Quicker isn't always better." Alya sighed, sitting on the bed. She was sharing the room with the twins, like she usually did at The Burrow.
"Time is Galleons, Aly." Fred replied, grinning. He was crawling into his own bed, obviously expecting either George or Alya to turn out the lights.
"You know, Alya, you can come out of the room sometimes." George mentioned, sitting next to the girl on her own bed.
"I know, I just don't think they trust me very much…" Alya muttered, casting her head downwards, "Being Lucius's daughter and everything…"
"Mum and dad trust you!" Fred called from across the room. He was now sitting in his bed looking at the other two.
"The others don't. I can tell."
"Don't let it get to you." George said, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him.
"They'll trust you eventually."
-

"You really shouldn't test your products on first years. Poor dears." Alya murmured, putting her book down on the ground beside her.
"They got paid for helping." George said, trying to make it seem better.
"Sweetie, the poor things don't know what you two are like though." She replied simply, looking up at the twins sitting on the couch. She was sitting on the floor in front of the fire.
"You're starting to sound like a nicer version of Hermione." Fred pointed out, looking over at George. "We really shouldn't have left her out all last year. Too much girl time with Hermione."
"We're perfectly fine to the first years!" George protested, looking at the blonde girl, her hair looking an almost orange colour from the fire.
"They don't know what you two are known for though. They think its simple candy, don't they?" Alya rolled her eyes and stared in to the fire. "The least you could do is tell them what they're eating."
"Fine we will." George said to stop the argument from ending the way it did with Hermione earlier. Fred looked at his brother curiously before George smirked to show they weren't actually.

"What's that Weasley's riding? Why would anyone put a flying charm on a mouldy old lob like that?"
Alya looked over at the white-blonde haired boy with disgust.
"Draco, shut up." She said, making sure she was loud enough for the boy and his friends to hear. Her little brother was the only person she absolutely hated at this school.
"Oh look, it's Weasley's new girlfriend." Draco spat, looking over at the girl. "Like father says, you're worse than the Weasleys. We're glad to be rid of you."
"You and your stupid father are filth, Draco." She muttered, standing up from her seat on the bleachers.
"You have no right to speak of us that way." Draco yelled, also standing up, shocking the Slytherins around him. "You filthy blood traitor. You hang around mudbloods and the Weasleys and Potter."
"They're better people than you and Lucius will ever be." She replied simply, walking away. She felt bad for leaving the practice, she promised Ron she'd come watch him, as well as Fred and George, but she was more than certain they'd understand.
"Mother and father have forgotten you exist, Alya." She heard Draco call, saying her name like it was the most disgusting thing possible. It wasn't long before she heard him and his friends taunting the Gryffindors some more.

"Why'd you leave practice early?" Fred asked, sitting on one side of her on the sofa.
"Draco say something?" George asked, sitting on the other side of the sofa. They both looked at Alya, slightly concerned.
"Oh just his usual." Alya muttered, leaning her head against George's shoulder and sighing. "I'm a filthy blood traitor and dear old father is happy I'm gone."
Fred and George just looked at her and Fred put a hand on her shoulder.
"Well we're glad you're out of there too, for obviously different reasons."
"Don't listen to Draco, he's a prat."

"I honestly don't know if this is a good idea." Alya muttered, looking across at the twins. They were now informing her that she had to try.
"Oh come on, you can't be worse than some people here." Fred said, looking around at the other students.
"Oh fine…" She mumbled, pointing her wand at Fred. Expelliarmus! Fred's wand went flying and hit George in the face.
"I'm sorry, George!" She called, burying her face in her hands.
"You actually did it really well!" Harry called from not too far away.
"Thanks, Harry." She mumbled, looking over as he went to help someone else.
"See? You're a natural!" Fred grinned, looking at his brother who didn't look as happy. Alya ran over and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry, George!"

"Are you daft?" Alya said, glaring at the twins after they had finished talking with their team.
"Alya, we don't need to hear it." George muttered, looking defeated as he was slumped over on the sofa beside her.
"Honestly, if you're going to hit the prat, at least break something or do long lasting damage…" She mumbled, crossing her arms and staring at the floor. Both George and Fred looked at her like she was an alien.
"What did you just say?" Fred exclaimed, staring wide eyed.
"If you're going to do something to get banned, make it worth it." She repeated, looking up at Fred. "Draco was out of hand. Insulting me before was one thing, but he has no right to say anything about yours or Harry's parents…"
"He had no right to say anything to you either, Alya." George said softly, putting his arm around her. The blonde girl leaned back against his chest, looking upset and furious.

"What happened?" Alya muttered, sitting on the third bed in the twins' room. She looked hurt as she watched Fred and George come into the room.
"Dad got hurt, and Harry saw it happen."
"Dumbledore got us out of Hogwarts as soon as Harry told him."
"And we haven't been able to contact you."
"Except to invite you for Christmas."
"I've been worried sick! All of you just disappeared!" Alya mumbled, looking at the identical red heads.
"We're sorry." They sat on the bed on either side of her. "At least you didn't have to spend Christmas at Hogwarts, alone."
"I would have murdered you both." She mumbled, shaking her head. It was a known fact that she had no other friends besides Fred and George, Ron, Harry and Hermione at Hogwarts.
"Well, you're here now!" Fred grinned, "And all of us know you'll forgive George and I."
"You can't stay mad at us!" George added, grinning at the blonde girl who looked ready to kill.

"You should really stick around…" Alya sighed, looking out of the window in the Gryffindor tower. "Getting expelled is hardly any good."
"See, we don't really care anymore, Alya." George said, grinning
"Yeah, we're only still here to get some revenge on Umbridge."Fred added, the same grin plastered on his face.
"You're all for this joke shop, aren't you?"
"Oh course!" The twins exclaimed in unison.
"Well I guess I'd be a terrible friend if I didn't support you." Alya said, looking over at the twins and smiling a bit.
"Maybe you can change mum's mind then!" Fred said, looking at the girl hopefully.
"Now you're being daft, Freddie." Alya laughed, rolling her eyes. "I doubt your mum will ever like it, but she'll accept it eventually."

"So are you and my brother together?" Ron asked the blonde girl sitting in an armchair beside the sofa.
"Eh? I'm, uhm, not sure, to be honest." Alya squeaked in response, burying her nose in the book she was looking at before, her cheeks going red.
"I thought if anyone, you would be able to keep them from up and leaving." Hermione sighed, her nose also buried in a book as usual. Alya had taken to hanging out with Harry, Ron and Hermione after Fred and George left. Of course, she was a big target to Umbridge because she had always been with them.
"You know, it's odd seeing you without Fred and George." Ron said after a few minutes of silence. Alya looked over and smiled a bit. Since the twins departure, she had spent most of her time studying, and was much quieter.
"It's odd not having them here, isn't it?" She asked softly, looking somewhat down at the thought.
"Not like we don't have other people trying to be like them." Hermione muttered, obviously not pleased with the thought.
"You'll be staying with us now, then?" Ron asked, looking over at Alya. It was her last year at Hogwarts, and it was obvious she wasn't welcome at home.
"Of course, Ronnie. I was thinking about helping your brothers with their shop, actually."
"Well don't let them sell anything that could really hurt someone!" Hermione said, looking over the top of her book. Alya laughed a bit, "Of course, Hermione."

"What on Earth made you buy those?" Alya muttered, looking at the twins scaly green jackets. "You couldn't have honestly thought they looked good!"
"We do, actually." The twins replied in unison, linking arms with her as soon as she got close enough. "Why? Do you not think they look good?"
"You must be blind to think those look good!" She exclaimed with a sight, knowing she wouldn't win the argument.
"That hurt, Aly." Fred said dramatically, pretending he had just been told to drop dead.
"Are you going to help us with the shop?" George asked, looking slightly down at the short girl.
"As long as I don't have to wear something like that." She muttered, looking disgusted at the thought.