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

"I can't believe you actually believe you won!"

"Glad you had faith in us little one."

"Warms our heart knowing you believed in us."

"Don't tell your mother you've been gambling."

Snorting in disbelief, Estella commented, "Tell Mrs. Weasley? They wouldn't dare."

"Yea. We've got big plans for this money."

George finished his brother's thoughts. "We don't want it confiscated."

For a moment, their father looked like he wanted to know what they were planning, then decided against it, deciding the less he knew, the better; especially when it came down to the twins. He learns quickly.

Turning to the eldest Weasley brother, she questioned, "Did you think they would win? Tell me I'm not the only one doubts!"

Bill chuckled at the younger girl. "I've learned to never doubt the twins."

Shaking her head, she continued to mutter to Hermione, Harry, and Ron about how it was impossible that the twins knew the outcome. The twins rolled their eyes, scoffing at their friend's behavior. Everyone else looked highly amused by the fact the know-it-all didn't know it all. Of course Estella wasn't that surprised. She knew how good Krum was and even knew the player stats for the two teams-thanks to Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny-but she couldn't wrap her head around that they bet all their savings. Sure it payed off but at what cost. What if Bagman's a cheat? Then they lose everything.

Covering a sigh, she crawled under the tent after Harry.

"Do we have to go to bed," whined Ginny. "It's so loud and I'm wide away. Can't we stay up for a little while longer?" She turned her puppy dog eyes to her father; Mr. Weasley melted and agreed that they could have one last cup of cocoa before they headed in. Estella gave the youngest red—head a thumbs up and winked at Charlie. She mouthed, "Girl charm. Always works."

Most of the Weasleys stuck to arguing about the match. Estella had stuck with Mr. Weasley and Charlie to discuss cobbing. She listened to the two argue before they asked for her opinion.

Charlie started off. "Don't you agree that children should be cobbed when they misbehave? I mean, if they're bad, they need to be disciplined and-"

"But there are other ways to do it!" Mr. Weasley interrupted. "We never spanked you guys and you turned out perfectly well mannered."

"Have you met George and Fred?!"

In the background, Estella could hear a faint "Oi!" from them. Outside the tent they could still hear the guests celebrating.

Deciding to be the peacemaker for once, she told them, "It depends. Personally I think the child should be spanked-"

"Ha!"

"But," Charlie pouted, "I also believe that you don't need to spank them all the time." Then she noticed Ginny asleep, her head laid on the table beside her. "And now I believe it's time for bed. Bill, could you please lean up Ginny's mess?" She gave her own puppy dog eyes for a good measure. She didn't know Charlie had seen it and his face turned a subtle shade of pink from jealousy. What I wouldn't do for her to look at me like that.

Bill mock-saluted. "Yes m'am."

"Charlie," she cooed, turning to him. Charlie swallowed, his cheeks turned red. "Could you please wake up Ginny?"

Charlie shook his head, knowing what Ginny could be like when woken up. "Not going to happen."

"Please," she begged, grabbing Charlie's hand and pulling him closer. Her face was mere inches away and Charlie had trouble breathing. The rest of the people snickered, never have seeing Charlie become so flustered over a girl. Or a teenager.

"Fine," Charlie relented, wanting her to stop staring at him and touching him in fear he might do something he'll regret. Estella beamed at him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you," she smiled, her face turning pink. Charlie could only nod, his face putting tomatoes to shame. In the background, Estella could hear the other Weasleys teasing them but she couldn't hear them over her own embarrassment. Why did I do that? Oh now he's going to take me for some creep! How could I be so stupid!

Mr. Weasley swooped to their rescue. "Alright, alright. Time for bed. Bill wake Ginny up."

Bill smirked. "But Estella didn't give me her puppy dog eyes. Or touch me. Or kiss me."

"Shut up Bill," mumbled Charlie, the 22-year old blushing like he was still 15.

Estella was back to herself, not being embarrassed for long, seeing as how she was friends with people who lived for her embarrassment. "Yeah, Bill. You're just jealous." Being the mature person she was, she stuck her tongue at him. "Do as your father says."

Rolling his eyes, Bill scooped his sister up and walked to the girl's tent.

Hermione and Estella bid the boys goodnight.

"Night!" the boys chimed together. Estella stopped at the entrance tent as waved goodbye to Charlie, her eyes shining with admiration. Charlie knew he would get teased but right now, he couldn't care less. Just seeing her happy made him forget everything.

"Night Ell." Her heart stopped as she heard her new nickname come from his mouth. She shivered at his deep voice. Merlin, his voice should be illegal. Then she remembered how he looked at the Veela's and her smile fell from her lips. How could I possibly forget so soon? I shouldn't have flirted with him. How stupid could I get? He's no better than Link…

Flashback

And without further ado, allow me to introduce…the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!"

"Ah Veela," Mr. Weasley told them, smiling like he knew something was going to happen.

"What are veel-"Harry went to ask but stopped short when he saw them. A hundred beautiful women gracefully slide onto the field. They can't be human. That's impossible. There's no way skin can be so…so perfect. Music began to play and the women started to dance. Estella turned to ask Charlie what they were doing but stopped short when she saw Charlie. His mouth was hung open, his eyes filled with admiration and lust, leaning against the wall. Estella felt a horrible burning sensation in her stomache, focused on Charlie and the Veela. Aggravated, she yanked Charlie down in his seat and the music stopped.

Dazed, Charlie looked at Estella. Suddenly, he realized what he'd done and a sheepish blush ran across his face and neck. "Sorry you had to see that."

Estella didn't return his smile. "Whatever."

Flashback ended

"Night Charles."

"Get up! Estella-Ginny-Hermione-come on, get up, this is urgent!"

Wide awake, Estella jumped out of bed at Fred and George's frantic tone. "What's happening?" Whatever it was, she could tell it wasn't good. The sounds of joy were replaced with terror and fear. Outside she could hear people running away from something. Or someone. The girls reached to put ome clothes on, but Fred stopped them, handing them each a jacket. He and George still had bed-head and jeans over their pajamas.

"No time!" He had to scream to be heard over the racket.

George yanked on Ginny's hand. "Get outside! Now!"

Estella choked on her words as she witnessed the horror around her. People in masks controlling the people like puppets, twisting, bending, and breaking them to the will. She let out a sob, seeing a child being tossed around in the air, looking deathly white. Who does that? She felt a wave of heat as the tent nearby was set on fire.

Oh God! "Harry! Harry! George-where's my brother?"

Bill, Charlie, and Percy had come out the tent, wands ready and faces determined. Frantic, Estella ran up to him with a crazed look in her eyes, close to hysterics.

"Where is he? Charles, Bill, Percy-where's my brother?"

"He's coming-"

'Where is he?"

"Estella!"

She opened her arms for her brother as she let out a chocked sigh.

"We're going to help the Ministry! You lot-get into the woods, and stick together. I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!"

Estella shook her head and pushed Harry to George. "Let me help you."

Instead of Mr. Weasley, Charlie spoke to her. "No. Absolutely not. You're going with the rest of them."

"Why can't I fight?!"

"You're not of age! Go!"

"Dammit Charlie! Let me help!"

Her cries of protests were ignored as the Weasleys of age raced to meet the attackers head on while the rest of the party rushed to the forest. Estella had taken her wand out, ready to face the intruders when she felt Fred yank on her arm, uprooting her from her spot. With one last fleeting glance at Charlie's fierce look, she allowed Fred to pull her to the woods, catching up with George, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron.

Screams of terror pierced the air, accompanied by the maddening shrieks of amusement. She could hear the children crying for their parents; the parents desperate to find their kids and get the hell out of there.

Estella cried out in pain as the fleeting people that raced to get out of there stepped on her ankle. Harry's hand slipped from her grasp and she had lost sight of him over the flood of people.

"Harry!"

Someone grabbed her hand. A familiar voice urged her to keep moving. "He'll be okay! Move! We'll find him as soon as the others get to safety!"

Her heart told her to look for Harry and forget everything else, her gut telling her something was wrongs. Yet the logical part of her knew to keep going. So she followed Fred, George, and Ginny, ignoring the pain in her ankle.

Passing the first few trees, she stopped to hide behind a wide tree, trying to steady her heart. She took deep breaths, calming herself enough to analyze her surroundings.

She could make out the other 3, their clothes tattered, faces smeared with dust against their pale faces. The light of the fire lit of their faces, showing the unmasked fear written all over them. Realizing there were only 4 of them, she began to pancik.

"Where are the others? Harry-Ron-Hermione?!"

George had wrapped his arms around his shaking sister while Fred held onto his best friend. He paused, trying to get the unwanted words through his mouth. Finally, he admitted, "We lost them," his voice cracking.

Ginny whimpered and buried herself deeper into George's arms. The older three shared dreaded looks, knowing it was their fault they lost them. A mutual understanding passed between them. If something were to happen, the blame would lie on their shoulders,

For what seemed like hours-but was really minutes-they sat in silence. Screams could still be heard. Estella desperately wanted to close her ears to block out those retched sounds but knew it wouldn't be wise in case someone was to approach them. She had the urge to look for the trio and even the other Weasleys but she knew it wouldn't have been wise. Without knowing it, she had been tugging on her hair, gnawing at her lip as she worried.

Snap. In a flash, the four of them had their wands whipped out. The teens formed a circle around Ginny, protecting her from whatever there was. Silence filled the air, the tension think enough to be cut with a knife.

"We need to move."

"We can't just walk around."

Snarling, she shot back, "We need to find our family."

Just as angry, Fred said, "We need to protect Ginny."

"As Gryffindors, we do what we have to do. And right now, we have to fight."

"But-"

"Ginny is not a liability. I have no doubt she will save our skin George." Ginny shot her a surprised look, wondering what she had done to earn the older witches trust.

A familiar voice drawled out, "Get back to camp, Blood-Traitors. They're after the Mudbloods like Granger, not you."

Clenching her fist, Estella quaked in anger. Who the hell does he think he is? "Of course you would now Link. Daddy tell you his plans?"

She didn't have to look at him to know he was annoyed and his face red. "Don't be a fool Potter. You pick a fight them and they'll kill you and your friends. Just run off and hide-it should be easy, you do it every time you see a problem."

"Back off Malfoy," growled George. "We don't have time for this. Estella. We need to go."

"It looks like the chaos died down. We shouldn't have a problem sneaking back into the camp without any trouble," Fred agreed.

Estella hesitated, knowing if that we the case, she would just prove her enemy's point. Only after she heard Ginny whimper in fear she relented. "Alright."

Link twisted his handsome face into a disgusted look. "That's right. Run along to the pig house."

Knowing that if Link had gone on, Fred and George would have no problem attacking him. "Let's go." When she saw the two boys hadn't moved, she barked, "Now!"

The two brothers grabbed their younger sister and ran past the trees into the light. She took one more look at Link's face before she left. An unreadable look crossed his face when he saw her looking. As soon as she left, he dropped his guard, emotions flooding his face. It's for the best. I needed to protect her. He put on his mask and Apparated back to the camp.

"Bill!" The girl ran into her older brother's arms, her body quivering in fear. The other 3 just stood there, their eyes troubled. What a sight: their clothes torn, their faces muddy, and their eyes glassed over.

Bill sensed that something was wrong immediately. "What's the matter you-"he stopped when he realized that the others were missing. "Ron."

"We lost them," Estella stated softly and calmly, keeping her eyes on the ground. "We were with them and I lost him. I had him and I let go. Now I can't find him and Voldemort is out there ready to kill him!" By now she had begun to scream in aggravation and pent up fear. "I heard it! I heard someone yell out a spell and then…and then it was shown in the sky! His mark!"

She clenched her fists, trying to stop the tears from flowing. She knew she was scaring Ginny but it was like she couldn't stop. "The sign. His sign! I know he's out there and I know he's out for Harry! And I lost him!" Her lower lip shook and she whispered, "I let him down. I let them all down."

Shaking her head, she headed to the girl's tent, the main tent empty after listening to her. They could all hear her sobs in the next tent, then silence. Ginny held onto her eldest brother tighter while the older Weasleys prayed that the three would be as safe as one could.

A few minutes later, Estella emerged back into the tent with a First Aid kit, no signs of her outburst visible. Her face which had been muddy and streaked with tears was now clean and calm.

"Give me your arm Bill," she ordered, all business. Everyone in the tent looked at the man confused. Ginny let out a cry when she saw his arm.

"Bloody hell Bill!" A gaping wound was pouring out blood, dripping down his arm. A pool of blood had formed on the round. The others hadn't even noticed their wounds, too busy worrying about their family.

"I'll tend to Bill first, then Percy." No one mentioned how she left out Charlie. They knew she was still upset that Charlie hadn't allowed her to fight.

"Ginny, I'll need you to sit somewhere else so I can tend to Bill." She set her first aid kit down and took out the supplies. Bill let out occasional hisses of pain but stayed still. Wrapping a bandage around his arm, she informed him, "I'll need to change your bandages later. Try not to move too much, otherwise it wound will reopen. Any other wounds?"

Bill shook his head and examined her work. "Neat."

"Stitches would work better."

"Stitches?"

"Er-never mind." She moved to Percy. "A spell should work just nicely."

"Episkey?" Percy guessed, but in reality, it sounded like, "Eplikesy."

She nodded and handed him a clean bedsheet. "Wipe off the blood first so you can say the spell properly."

Briskly she turned to Charlie and her eyes narrowed. No one spoke, the air tense. Bill led the others out, mumbling an excuse to the two. Charlie and Estella hadn't even acknowledged him, trusting him and Percy to protect the others.

Despite her pique towards Charlie, she couldn't help but notice the irony of the situation. Here was a buff dragon tamer, all muscle seated and wary of her-a tiny small girl, the size of a first-year.

"Take your shirt off Weasley."

"Eager aren't we?"

"Calm your hormones. I need to see the wound. Unless you want to bleed to death, then by all means go ahead."

Wincing, he brought his shirt up to chin. Feeling slightly bad, she helped him take it off and let out an involuntary gasp. Across his chest lied a cut, looking like someone had slashed him with a knife. "Why didn't you say anything Charles?"

His face contorted with pain. "You were angry at me."

"So?"

"I just wanted to give you time."

Sighing, she set to work. She rested her hand on her shoulder, dapping at his wound gently. Words weren't exchanged; they didn't need to be. Charlie gazed at the woman taking care of him, contemplating on whether or not he should start a conversation. Right when he opened his mouth to ask if she was training to become a Healer, his father entered the tent followed by the Golden Trio.

Weight was taken off his shoulder as Estella flew into her brother's arms. Charlie felt a sense of loss which he had never felt before. Never before had her thought of anyone like this. Back at Hogwarts, he was known as a…well as a womanizer. Not exactly disrespectful or degrading, but more as a hook-up. This feeling in him was unaccustomed as well as the fiery emotion in him when he saw her hug his younger brother.

"I was so worried for you," sobbed Estella, her hazel eyes rimmed with red. "I thought-"

"We're fine," assured Harry, grateful to see his sister.

"What happened? Ron-Hermione, are you guys hurt? Do I need to fix anything?" They shook their heads, taking a seat at the kitchen table next to Bill.
Estella fixed the younger three with a glare and commanded, "Explain everything that happened."

So they did. They got up to the point to which Winky had Harry's wand without interruptions until Percy and Hermione began arguing. Not wanting to waste any more time, Ron asked, "Look, can someone just explain what that skull thing was? It wasn't hurting anyone…Why's it such a big deal?"

Exasperated, Hermione explained, "I told you, it's You-Know-Who's symbol, Ron. I read about it in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts."

Mr. Weasley cut in. "And it hasn't been seen for thirteen years. Of course people panicked…it was almost like seeing You-Know-Who back again."

Ron was still confused. "I don't get it. I mean…it's only a shape in the sky."

"Don't you get it Ronald?" exploded Estella. "That makes it even worse! If a shape in the sky can promote enough fear for the Death-Eaters to flee, that's enough to see that somethings wrong! That picture up there represents death! It hangs up on your house, showing the world your dead and your family is torn apart." She laughed bitterly. "It's all for fun! That's Voldemort's definition of fun-Don't flinch, it's just a bloody name-and he wants a little reunion to remind him of the past. You can guess the reason the sign showed up today all you like but one thing I know for sure is this…" She looked everyone in the eyes, anger, fear, and love shining in her eyes. "Dark times are coming and our worst fears are coming back to haunt us. We need to stick together as a family and figure out what's happening. We need to fight and win. Once and for all."

She lowered her voice and shut her eyes. Opening them, she forced a small smile and kissed Harry on the forehead. "I'm off to bed. I'm sure Mr. Weasley wants us to leave as soon as possible. Best to get some sleep."

Not waiting to see if the other's followed, she opened the tent. Before she left though, she turned to Charlie, a gentle smile crossed her face. "I'll take care of your wound later Charlie. It should be clean enough to not get infected tonight. Wake me up earlier so I can take care of you and Bill." And with that, she left for the girl's tent, planning out another letter to Sirius.