Disclaimer: I only created Callie's character. Harry Potter world is from J.K. Rowling.

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"Callie, sweetheart, it's time to get up," Mrs. Weasley whispered in Callista's ear.

Callista groaned and turned over to the other side. The next thing she knew, Ginny and Hermione were pulling off her covers.

"You better get up," Ginny warned, "Or I'll send Fred in here."

"Really, Gin?" Callista mumbled. She turned back over and slowly forced her eyes open. Ginny and Hermione were walking out the door, fully dressed. Callista rolled off the mattress and began rummaging through the trunk for clothes. She settled on her cargo pants, green tank top, and black cardigan. She was searching for a lost sock when she heard a knock on the door. She looked up to see Fred poking his head in.

"Is it safe to come in?" he asked with his hands over his eyes.

Callista giggled. "No, I'm naked."

Fred peered through his fingers. Callista laughed and went in search of her black Converses. Fred reached under the bed, pulled one out, and dangled it in front of her face. Callista snatched it out of his hand and asked, "Did Ginny send you in here?"

Fred shook his head. "No, Mum did. She says if you don't hurry up, then you're going to get left."

"Alright," Callista groaned, "Tell here I'll be right down. I just have to finish packing my bag and find my wand and-"

"Callista."

Fred was standing right in front of her now, looking worried. "Are we, er, together?" he asked.

Callista looked astonished. "Do you want to be?"

"Yes!" Fred looked quickly, "Of course I do. I'm just a little worried. What if this makes things awkward with George?"

"Is that really what you're worried about?" Callista asked as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

Fred nodded. "I just don't want him to feel like a third wheel."

"Fred," Callista laughed. "You and George are twins and best friends! Nothing could make things awkward between you two."

"Do you really think so?" Fred asked hopefully.

"Only one way to find out," Callista decided. She grabbed her bag, took Fred's hand, and trudged down the stairs. Fred poked her continuously in the side and by the time they reached the kitchen, Callista was laughing hysterically.

"Oy!" Ron snapped from the end of the table, "What are you two playing at?"

Callista froze and looked around the room. George stood up and began applauding, followed by Mr. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley was on the verge of tears. Ginny and Hermione were both grinning warmly and Harry was smiling into his cup. Only Ron seemed distraught: his ears were bright red.

"Well?" Ron glared at Callista. "What are you up to?"

"Ron," Fred said as he put his arm around Callista, "We're not up to anything. And I would appreciate if you didn't yell at my girlfriend."

Mrs. Weasley walked over and threw his arms around Fred before moving on to Callista. "Aw," she said, "You two are adorable together. I knew this was bound to happen!"

Callista stepped back. "Did everyone know?"

"Yeah, pretty much," George said. "It was fairly obvious."

"How?" Callista asked.

"Well," George started, "You used to stare. A lot. You could usually tell us apart, but sometimes you would stare at me accidentally."

Callista laughed. "I guess I wasn't very slick about it."

"Well," said Mrs. Weasly, "Hurry up and eat. You lot need to get going soon.

Callista sat down between Fred and George and reached for a piece of toast. "Where are Bill and Charlie?" she asked.

"They're Apparating," Ginny told her, "So they're coming later with Percy."

Callista winced at Percy's name. No matter how much she loved the Weasleys, she would never appreciate Percy. Callista always managed to outsmart him, and he always went out of his way to beat her down. Fred saw the look in her eyes and whispered, "Calm, Callie. Be calm."

Callista exhaled deeply and finished eating as fast as she could. Ten minutes later, the pack bid Mrs. Weasley farewell and set off into the darkness. They started out at a quick pace, but slowed as the sun came up. Callista groaned as then entered a patch of woods half an hour into the journey.

"Fred," she whined, "You know you want to carry me."

"Ah, my love," Fred whispered, putting his arm around her shoulder, "There are many things I would do for you, but carrying you is not one of them."

"Please?" Callista pleaded, sticking out her bottom lip.

"What will I get in return?" Fred asked.

"I'll be your best friend," Callista offered.

"Then, no."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"Sure!"

"Really?"

"No."

"Fine," Callista pouted, "Hey, George!"

Callista started to run to catch up with George, but Fred caught her and held her back. "And where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"If you're not going to carry me," Callista started, " then I'll find someone who will."

"Fine," Fred said, throwing his hands up in defeat. He bent over slightly and opened his arms. Callista threw her arms around his neck and he swept her off the ground.

"Wow," Fred said as he spun her around, "You're as light as a feather."

"Well," Callista started, "I'm like five feet tall. There's not that much of me."

"Well, here's a secret," Fred said quietly, "There's a whole lot of me."

Before Callista could respond, Ron shouted, "You two are mad, you know that?"

"Oh, really?" Fred said, raising an eyebrow, "And what would that be, Ronnie?"

"Because,"Ron started, his ears slightly pink, "You two have been together for a day and you're all over each other. It's mad."

"Well, Ron," Callista said, "I've known him for years. This is just an upgrade."

Ron shrugged and began talking to Harry. Fred managed to carry Callista for five more minutes before being forced to set her down. Callista slipped her hand into his and walked in stride with him, leaning her head against his arm. Twenty minutes later, they came across an older man and his son. Mr. Weasley said that they were Amos and Cedric Diggory, but Callista didn't need the introduction. She had known Cedric her entire life.

"Hey, Cedric!" she said, stretching out her free arm to hug him.

"Hi," Cedric said, flashing Callista a gleaming smile.

"I think you know my boyfriend," said Callista, pulling Fred forward, "He's a Gryffindor Beat- Ouch! Fred, what are you doing?"

Fred was gripping her hand so tightly that her fingers had gone numb. Callista snatched her had out of his grasp and began massaging it with her other hand. Fred stared intensely at the ground, his face turning pink.

"Hello, Fred," Cedric said, extending a hand, "Or is it George?"

"Fred," he answered through clenched teeth. Fred shook Cedric's hand tightly and let go quickly. He reached for Callista hand and pulled her close to him. Cedric, looking confused, went to his father.

"What's wrong with you?" Callista asked angrily.

"I...," Fred stammered, "I didn't like the way he was looking at you."

Callie raised an eyebrow. "Fred Weasley, I would never expect you to be the jealous type."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Cal."

"I've know you for years. What don't I know?"

"Like that I'm good with my-"

"Hey, hurry up, you guys!" Mr. Weasley shouted from a hilltop. Callista trudged up the hill and joined the others around a brown boot. She looked over at Harry, who was staring at the shoe with a confused look on his face.

"That's the Portkey," Callista whispered in his ear. He still looked confused.

"Alright," Mr. Weasley said. "It's about time to leave, so everyone grab on."

Everyone reached out to place a hand on the boot. Callista nudged Harry just before the Portkey took off. They rose off the ground and everything around them turned white. After a minute, Mr. Weasley released the shoe from his grip and went flying. Callista closed her eyes and let go.