A/N: I know, I Know! Two chapters in as many days! I'm as shocked as you are! This is kind of a filler, though. Also, sadly the meeting between our main two has not happened yet. I know what you're thinking... "OMG! What is this girl doing? Four chapters and the main characters still haven't met?" Was I right? Sorry! Don't worry, I'm working on their meeting now! The ending of this was too cute to add to, though. Forgive me? Well, you should. I did get our favorite prankster twins this chapter! That's enough to make anyone happy. :)

Read!

Review!

Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Whose Team Am I On?

"You have an extra broom I can use? Mine is back at The Leaky Cauldron." Kaleigh asked Charlie. She was getting excited now. She loved Quidditch and hadn't played in awhile.

"Of course. You can borrow Fred's Cleansweep."

"Sounds good." She gave him a smile.

"What kind of broom do you have?" Harry asked.

"A Nimbus, but I used to have a Cleansweep."

"My first broom was a Nimbus." Harry smiled at the memory of when he received the broom.

Kaleigh smiled, loving that she had something in common with her newly found god brother. She couldn't seem to stop smiling today. Well, after she arrived here, that is.

"How are we going to handle the odd numbers?"

Charlie looked at her questioningly.

"We have six."

Kaleigh then notices Hermione is still carrying a book with her.

"Oh, Hermione you aren't playing?"

Ron snorted at that and Hermione suddenly looked embarrassed. Ron then spoke for the first time since Kaleigh had arrived (he couldn't even say his name when introductions were being made),

"Hermione doesn't play Quidditch."

"Ron, stop being such a prat!" Ginny threw an arm around her best friend's shoulders and looked at Kaleigh, so she could explain,

"She just doesn't like to fly, is all."

"Oh, that's ok, Hermione. Lots of people don't like it. Don't worry about it." They shared a smile.

"So, how are we teaming up?" Harry asked.

"Harry, you, Kaleigh and I can be on a team. Ron, Ginny and Perce on another." Charlie stated smiling. "That fine with you, love?" He looked at Kaleigh as he said this.

"Oi! That's not fair! Why do you get her and Harry?" Ron exclaimed.

"Because she wouldn't want to be on a team with a git like you. I'm saving her. Now, shut it."

"Oh, how very kind of you Charlie! I might not be good enough to be on the same team as you, though." She worked hard to hide the laugh that threatened to leave her mouth.

"Well, I'm a decent player, and Harry is bloody brilliant, so don't worry. You are in good hands. Besides, we already win by having such a beauty on our team, right, Harry?" He elbowed Harry, almost knocking him over and winked at Kaleigh.

Kaleigh just looked at the other girls and rolled her eyes at the older Weasley's antics. Hermione and Ginny both laughed and shook their heads.

Meanwhile, back in Diagon Alley, the Weasley twins were still looking at their beloved shop. It was in shambles. Burnt to a crisp on the inside, shelves falling apart, windows broken, the door was gone, holes in the ceiling. All of their hard work, destroyed. All of their products, gone. The Deatheaters hadn't just stopped at just the shop either. They took it upon themselves to ruin the flat above the shop as well, along with everything in it.

"Nice of them. To make sure they got our flat too, I mean." Fred stated.

"Oi! Gred, this is depressing!" George shook his head. "I can't even bear to look at it!" He throws his arm across his eyes in a dramatic fashion.

"It is, brother. The clean-up is going to take a bit longer than we originally thought. Plus, we have to make loads more products! They cleaned us out! It'll be awhile before we can open again, I'm afraid." Fred copied his twin's earlier motion and shook his head.

"Bloody gits! Well, I guess we better head back to the Burrow, then. Nothing we can do today and be back in time for dinner. Plus, I'm starved."

"Yea, me too. Maybe we get in a round of Quidditch first. Hey Forge, you know what's great about having to start over and make new products?" Fred gave his twin a mischievous smirk that would scare even Old Voldy, himself.

George caught on immediately.

"Testing those products out on Ron. Right you are, Gred! Race you home!"

CRACK!

"What a git!" With a laugh, Fred apparated out after his brother.