Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. Includes quotes from the Goblet of Fire.

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Splash. "WHAT IN THE WORLD? FREDRICK GIDEON AND GEORGE ARTHUR WEASLEY! YOU GITS! COME HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!" Estella Potter flew out the bed as the twins danced around here, desperate to get out her way. Groaning, Hermione and Ginny shifted out of bed and headed downstairs, seeing where this was going. They were soon passed by the trio as the older Potter tackled the twins.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TWO! I'M SOAKING WET YOU IDIOTS!"

"We can tell."

"You're getting us wet too!" the complained.

Scowling, Estella got off them, but not without knocking them behind the head, earning an "ouch" from each of the twins. Wringing out water from her black hair, she muttered angrily, "You deserved it," and "How am I friends with you?" Shrugging, the twins got up and stretched their backs. Fed looked at her and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Pity you wore a dark shirt." George jumped in with a wolfish grin. "And dark shorts." Instead of answering, she just flipped them off, making her way into the kitchen with Fred and George snickering behind her and Hermione and Ginny giggling.

When she entered the kitchen, the first thing she noticed was Mr. Weasley's attire. Struggling to keep her jaw from dropping, Estella clamped her hand over her mouth, in fear of bursting out laughing.

"What d'you think? Do I look like a muggle?" All Estella could do was nod her head.

"Why do we have to be up so early," whined Ginny, plopping herself down at the table.

Folding his paper, her father replied, "We've got a bit of a walk."

With wide eyes, Harry asked, "Walk? What, are we walking to the World Cup?" Before he could answer, he stopped when he heard footsteps stomping down the stairs. Curiously, Estella turned her hazel eyes towards the stairway and saw a surly looking Percy, a tired looking Bill, and a sleepy Charlie, all fully dressed. Tilting her head, Estella wondered why they were up at this time. Hadn't Percy told me they were Apparating today? Mrs. Weasley asked her unsaid answer. "What are you boys doing up?"

Scowling at the twins, Percy sat down at the table and grabbed a bowl, with his older brothers following his lead. "I was sleeping, until I heard someone screaming bloody murderer!" Glancing pointedly at the guest, he angrily poured himself some porridge. Sheepishly, Estella grinned and apologized. "Sorry Perc. But look at the bright side! You can walk with us to…to uh…where…where is it you said we were walking to Mr. Weasley?" Everyone laughed at her while Mr. Weasley opened his mouth to explain but was interrupted yet again.

"George!" Everyone at the table jumped at his mother's sharp tone, even Bill and Charlie. With good reason too.

Fooling no one, George replied innocently, "What?"

"What is in your pocket?"

"Nothing!"

"Don't you lie to me! Accio!" His mother had pointed her wand at his pocket and out flew Ton-Tongue Toffees while George and Fred tried to capture them back.

"We told you to destroy them! We told you to get rid of the lot! Empty your pockets, go on, both of you!" Estella didn't wait any longer to drag the younger kids outside, not wanting them to the scene, especially her younger brother. She knew that he hated seeing the twins argue with their mother because he understood what it was like to have an uncaring or no mother at all. Estella had the same reasons but couldn't stand to see all the twin's hard work down the drain. It pained her.

Fred and George had told her what they never told anyone before. Estella accepted that her best friends wanted to open a joke shop and they had every right to. She just wished that they would just talk to their mother. The five stood outside, waiting for the rest of the Weasleys and sure enough, they piled outside, each one looking grim besides the twins, who looked down-right murderous.

For a while, no one talked as they made their way. The atmosphere was still tense. Then Harry broke the silence, asking Mr. Weasley questions about muggles involving the Quidditch World Cup; Hermione and Ginny were talking about the next school year; Percy was busy grumbling at his lack of sleep; Ron was listening to Bill retail his adventures as a curse-breaker; the twins sulking and brooding; and Charlie…Wait…where is Charlie? Surely he's not hard to miss. I mean, incredibly attractive young man, fit as hell…

"Is there a reason you're not cheering up the twins?" An amused voice whispered in her ear. Shaking her from her thoughts, she cleared her throat. "What?"

Smirking, he questioned again in his deep, smooth voice. ""Is there a reason you're not cheering up the twins?"

Forcing her heart to stop jumping, she raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Would you want to talk to them with the mood they're in?" He shivered.

"Good point."

"Although," Estella added, her hazel eyes lit with good humor. "Seeing as you work with dragons, I'm assuming you can handle a couple of red-headed moping twins. Or is the dragon tamer biting off more than he can chew," she teased.

The 11 wizards and witches continued walking toward the village, making their way to Stoatshead Hill. "Of course not. But having angry twins set on you is asking for a death wish." Estella snorted at his defensive reply to save his ego. "And dragons are just creatures that give you kisses?"

Charlie nodded, struggling to conceal his grin. "They use their teeth," he joked, winking at her. Shaking her head, she told him, "Now I know where the twins get their mind-set from. And here I thought it was Percy who influenced theem."

Charlie smirked. "Perce never picked up on the Weasley charm. It's a shame really." Rolling her coffee colored eyes, she began to question the older Weasley about dragons, the two shutting out the outside world, oblivious to the whispers and giggles concerning the two. By the time, Charlie had finished telling her about the Hungarian Horntail, they had reached the top of the hill; everyone had sweat dripping down their face and their breaths labored.

"Now we just need the Portkey. It won't be big…Come on…"

After about two minutes of searching for the portkey, a man's voice came from the other side of the hilltop.

"Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it."

Estella squinted her eyes, trying to make out the two figures in the dark sky. Mr. Weasley's face brightened as her shouted, "Amos!" The rest scrambled after the older man. When they reached the other people, they saw him shaking hands with man with a scruffy brown beard and a roseate face who had an…Is that a boot? Is that MOLD?

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures," introduced Mr. Weasley. Diggory…as in

"And I think you know his son, Cedric?"

As soon as the Hufflepuff's name came from his mouth, Estella launched herself into the older boy's arms. "CEDRIC!" Stumbling back, the golden boy wrapped his arms around the younger girl. "WHY IN MERLIN'S BEARD DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE MEETING US HERE?"

Chuckling, Cedric replied cheekily, "You never asked me." Immediately, the black-haired girl let go of him and gave him an unimpressed look and a slap in the arm and made her way next Fred and George while everyone seemed surprised at this exchange besides Amos.

"So violent," she heard the seventeen-year-old mutter as she grinned widely. She knew Cedric personally. After all, he was the first person she meet on the Hogwarts train. Estella became fast friends with him and Rodger Davis, even though Davis was a year above them. Cedric Diggory was the "Golden Boy" at Hogwarts. He had it all: Prefect, perfect grades, good looks, enthralling personality, and a kind heart. It also didn't hurt that he was the Seeker for the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team at Hogwarts as well as captain.

"Hi," Cedric addressed to everyone. Everyone sad hi back, excluding Fred and George...and Charlie? Instead they gave him a nod. Heaving a sigh, the witch gave them a slight nudge in the ribs, silently reprimanding them for being rude. She knew the twins still haven't forgiven Ced from that Quidditch match last year, even though they won the house cup. What she couldn't comprehend was why Charlie hadn't greeted him with a hello back. From what she gathered, he was usually a welcoming, laid back sort of guy.

This action went unnoticed by most except for Bill and Ginny. Bill nudged his younger brother and sent him a knowing look while Ginny raised her eyebrows and gave him a small smirk. Charlie acted as if he hadn't seen their meanings, choosing to glare at the witch and new wizard they met. The dragon tamer couldn't wrap his head around the feeling in his stomach when she embraced her friend. It had tightened into a sickly feeling and his heart sunk at the joyous look in her capturing hazelnut eyes. He couldn't understand why he felt this way. The only thing he knew was that he disliked the "Golden Boy". Charlie couldn't put his finger on why, but he just did.

You know, that annoying voice gossiped in his head. You're jealous. You don't want him to have her. To hold her. How wrong of you. Wanting another man's women. They're probably not even dating. The twins would've teased her, he tried to argue, but that little voice kept nagging him. Don't deny the truth.

Shaking herself out of her reflections, she tuned into the conversation, just in time to hear Mr. Weasley introduce them all. "Oh no, only the red-heads. This is Hermione, friend of Ron's-and Harry and Estella, another friend-"

Eyes widening comically, Amos repeated, "Merlin's beard. Harry? Harry Potter? I know Estella but…"

She saw her brother shift uncomfortably under Cedric' dad's intense gaze, fighting back a laugh. "Er-yeah."

"Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us all about playing against you last year...I said to him, I said - Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will...You beat Harry Potter!" Judging by the twin's dark glares at Amos, I can definitely tell they're still mad. But that still doesn't explain Charlie's abnormal behavior.

With a flushed face, Cedric tried to contradict his father's words. "Harry fell off his broom, Dad," he said exasperated. "I told you...it was an accident..." Always modest our Ced.

Shaking off his son's words, Amos continued, ignoring his son's protests. "Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" beamed . "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman...but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier!" Estella felt she should've be offended. After all, she fell off her broom as well; yet she couldn't bring herself to get mad with her friend's father. Deep down, she knew that his father was just proud of his only son, even if it came out a bit rude. Most people would blame Cedric but Estella was there when he had told his father the story. Cedric had told the truth so she wouldn't hold it against him. Either of them.

Sensing a fight, Mr. Weasley jumped in. "Must be nearly time," he intervened, glancing at his watch. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?"

He shook his head. "No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week already and the Fawcettes couldn't get tickets."

Nodding, Mr. Weasley turned to Hermione, Harry, and Estella.

"You just need to touch the Portkey, that's all, a finger will do -"

The younger wizards and witches struggled to fit around the outdated boot with their oddly shaped backpacks while Bill, Charlie, and Percy decided to Apparate near the portkey spot. Everyone grew quiet as they waited on the hilltop, the wind blowing and the sun starting to come up. Eyes on his watch, Arthur began to count down.

"Three…two…one…"

Instantly, Estella felt a sharp jerk forward, just behind her navel. Feet lifting off the ground, her shoulders rammed against Fred and George as they all spun, colors blending in her vision, her finger seeming like it was being magnetically pulled and-

Oof. Estella felt the air being knocked out of her as she landed on something soft and squishy. This place has the softest ground ever. However, she soon realized that it wasn't the earth she fell on, but two people as she felt her originally straight hair being messed with.

"Get off-"moaned two voices from underneath them. Offering them a quick apology, she rolled off them as their oldest brother offered her a hand after he had helped Hermione and Ginny up, hiding his smile as her noticed her disheveled look. Thanking him, she noticed everyone else was still on the ground while Mr. Weasley, Mr. Amos, and Cedric had stuck a perfect landing. A smug grin made its way on Cedric's face as he tried not to laugh at his friend's messed up hair. "Not a word," the three girls warned, their hair poofed all over the place. He raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill."