Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter :(

Warning: Slash (implied, mentions of past, and present)

A/N: Yay! Goblet of Fire is finally up! Hope you enjoy! If you did (or didn't), drop a review and tell me why! :)

Chapter One: Meeting the Finnigans

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Charlotte Potter, an incredibly clever, talented witch of fourteen, fell off her seat at the unexpected noise. Merlin, her black cat, had been sitting in her lap and was now running toward her room. She picked herself and her book off the floor and marched to the library to see what happened. The only free-standing bookshelf was now in the floor and her dad, Samuel Potter, was rubbing the back off his head, wincing. Sirius Black, however, was doubled over, howling with laughter. "Do I even want to know what happened?" Charlotte asked carefully, crossing her arms.

Samuel bit his lip. "I, uh, ran into the bookshelf."

"Uh-huh." Sirius wiped the tears off his face, still laughing. "Must've hit it pretty hard to knock it over." She said. "I'll go get some headache medicine, Dad."

"No! I'm fine, Charli." He shot Sirius a dark look. "You are helping me fix this."

Sirius grinned. "I would, but I don't have a wand, Sammy. I'm a criminal, remember?"

"You're an idiot is what."

Sirius just laughed. "I'll borrow Moony's, okay?"

"No, don't bother him. He's still asleep."

"If he slept through that, I'd be surprised." Charlotte said dryly. She handed Sirius her wand. "I'll need it back soon."

"What? Why?"

She sighed. "Because, Dad, Mrs. Finnigan will be here in a couple hours to pick me up."

"Oh, right, Quidditch." He said absently as he and Sirius fixed the broken bookshelf and made the books fly back to their place.

"So, when exactly is Sirius's trial?"

"August twentieth." Sirius muttered. "I'd love to go watch the World Cup, but I can't, since I'm on lockdown."

"I'd rather you be on lockdown here than back in Azkaban. You better be lucky Fudge actually trusts me enough to keep an eye on you."

Sirius held out her wand. "Thank you. Hopefully, I'll get a new one soon."

"Have you found anything to help him out?" Charlotte asked. "I'm sure the Wizengamot will need proof that doesn't come from the nutter of a headmaster Hogwarts has, four fourteen year olds, or a werewolf."

"Thank you for pointing out how hopeless this whole thing is." Samuel snapped. "I didn't need any reminding of that."

"Sorry. I'll just go."

She went to her room to finish packing her trunk. "I'll be back soon, Mer." She stroked her cat's back. "Be good for Dad, okay?"

Right as she finished packing, Samuel entered her room. "Sorry for earlier. It's just, there's a very high chance Sirius won't be acquitted and he'll be back in Azkaban." He ran a hand through his hair. "Here. I got this out of the vault for you." He handed a heavy money bag as they walked down stairs.

"Thanks, Dad. And it's fine. I know you're stressed." She hugged him. "I'll be back soon."

As she said that, Ardara Finnigan appeared in the fireplace, stepping out of the emerald green flames. Her shoulder length sandy blonde hair framed her elegant, oval face. "Samuel."

"Ardara."

She looked at Charlotte. "Are yah ready then, dear?"

"Yes ma'am." She turned toward her dad. "Everything will work out, okay? I love you."

"Love you too. Listen to Ardara, please."

She nodded and stepped in the flames. "The Finnigan house!" She said loudly.

Dean and Seamus were waiting for her when she almost fell out of the fireplace. Dean caught her, chuckling. "Watch it, Fang."

"Shove it, Rex." She rolled her eyes.

"Seamus, show your guest to her room!" Ardara ordered, smiling kindly at Charlotte.

"Yes, Mam!" He grabbed her trunk. "C'mon, Char." She followed him to a small spare bedroom. "It's not much, but Mam pitched a fit when I told her yah could sleep in my room with us."

She giggled. "Well, duh, Shay. And it's great. Really."

"Mam, we're going outside!" He yelled, thundering down the stairs.

After she changed into her swimsuit, she followed. "Be back in time for dinner, Seamus!"

She walked between the taller boys as they started out toward the back. "So, it didn't work out with Wood?" Dean asked gently.

"No. He said he didn't like me like that."

"Well, he's a bloody idiot." Seamus mumbled. "No wonder yah chucked the Quaffle at him." Dean punched Seamus' shoulder lightly. "What, Dean?"

"Nothing." He said smoothly. "Does Isobel like anyone, Charli?"

Charlotte grinned. "Actually, yes. He's in our year, in Gryffindor. He's freakishly tall, and he's part of the Griffin-claw Marauders."

A relieved smile broke out on the handsome teen's face. "Brilliant!"

Seamus laughed. "At least your girl likes yah too."

"If you'd ask, Seamus, I'm sure you'd find out she likes you, as well. It's not my fault you won't ask."

"Because yah never tell a girl yah like her. It makes yah look like an idiot!"

"Can't be any more than normal." Charlotte joked.

He shoved her. "Yeah, yeah."

There was a small creek running through the Finnigan land, to a pond and Charlotte shimmied out of her shorts and tee, jumping into the cool, clear water. She turned to watch Seamus pull his shirt off, revealing a slightly muscular build. He then joined her, and Dean followed. The trio splashed each other, and then, Seamus disappeared under the water, yanking Charlotte down with him. He was grinning when she opened her eyes, and dove deeper in the pond. She followed, coming up for air in the middle of the water. Dean was still by the edge. "Come on, Dean!" She yelled.

He waved his hand, sitting down on the bank. Suddenly, Seamus spun her around to face him. Her breath caught. He was so close and his hands were on her bare waist under the water. His crooked grin, the one reserved for her, appeared, and he leaned closer, pressing his chapped lips to her smooth lips. She closed her eyes, threading her fingers through his hair. It felt like a thousand butterflies were in her stomach and she loved it. He pulled back first, out of breath. "I fancy yah, Charli."

"Yeah. I got that." She said, her eyes locked onto his aqua blue orbs. "Good thing I fancy you too."

His face lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Dean whooped loudly from the bank. "Go Finnigan!"

Seamus flipped him the bird. Charlotte laughed as they swam back, not bothering to put their clothes back on. They plopped down in the soft, green grass to dry off. "Now, it's your turn." Seamus said, grinning wickedly.

"I was already going to." Dean insisted.

"Oh, sure. Course yah were." Seamus teased. "C'mon, Mam'll have a fit if we're late for dinner."

They re-dressed, already dry from the sun, and Seamus laced their fingers together on the way back to the house. Ardara shook her head when they walked in the house, still holding hands. "Yah better be nice to her or I'll pop yah with one of these wooden spoons, boy."

He dropped her hand. "No offense, Mam, but she'd hex me first."

"Good." Ardara grinned at her. "I knew your da and his brother. Good men, those two, but both a bit mischievous. And call me Ardara. Mrs. Finnigan makes me feel old."

"Mam, when are we leaving for the Cup?" Seamus asked impatiently.

"In a few days, boy." She said half-stern, half-exasperated. "Now, your da will be home soon. Set the table."

He nodded, getting five of everything out and placing around the table. While he did that, Ardara bustled around the kitchen, finishing everything up. A loaf of Irish soda bread floated to the table to cool. "What do yah wanna drink?" Seamus inquired.

"Butterbeer!" She and Dean said at the same time.

He took three bottles out and set them on the table, as well as a glass of soda. "Dara! I'm home!" A deep voice boomed, shutting the front door.

The three teens sat down, Seamus sitting between Dean and Charlotte. Mr. Finnigan, a tall, slender man with bright, coppery hair and blue-green eyes, stopped short, looking at the trio. "'Ello, Dean. Yah must be Charli, right?" She nodded, slightly shy. "Thought so. Shay talks 'bout yah all the time."

"Do not." Seamus said, turning red.

Ardara carried a large pot of thick Irish stew to the table and sat down beside her husband. "Good day, Liam?" She kissed his cheek.

"Fairly." He replied, passing everyone a chunk of bread. They all served themselves the stew, bowing their heads as Mr. Finnigan said grace. "Aren't yah taking the kids to that Quid thing?"

"We're leaving in a few days for the Quidditch World Cup. Ir'land's playing against Bulgaria."

"We'll win, Mam." Seamus said confidently.

"Bulgaria's got Krum though. He's better than Lynch." Dean said without thinking.

Seamus glared over Charlotte at his best friend. "We've got Troy, Mullet, and Moran. Just because Krum uses the Wronksi Feint every match doesn't make him better. He's predictable. Lynch isn't."

Dean wisely said nothing else. "Yah play Quidditch?" Ardara asked Charlotte.

"Yes ma'am. I'm a Chaser for Ravenclaw, but I'd rather play Keeper."

The Finnigan family made her feel welcome, and she grinned at the warm, fuzzy feeling inside her that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact Seamus kissed her. After dinner, she and the two boys went up to his room. It was a disaster zone. Clothes, both Muggle and wizard were strewn across his floor and his bed; the full-size bed wasn't made; and his school books were also scattered. "Do you ever clean?" Dean asked wearily, moving some of the clothes off the bed to make room.

Seamus shrugged. "I know where everything's at."

"Of course you do." Charlotte joked, making herself at home on his bed. It was soft and smelled faintly of Seamus. "You're messy, anyways."

"Yah should see my side of the dorm." He laughed, wriggling in between his two best friends.

"Weasley's is worse." Dean said comfortingly. "Not by much, though."

When night fell, Charlotte threw her Exploding Snap cards at Dean. "Night, Gryffin-dorks."

"Night, Raven-nerd!" Dean joked.

Seamus followed her out of his room to hers across the hall. "The loo's right down from my door." He said, pointing.

"Okay."

He hesitated before kissing her cheek. "Night, Char."

She would've bet ten Galleons her face was red. "Night, Shay."