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

"I told Sirius about my scar. I'm waiting for answer."

"It's about time! I wrote to him weeks ago, granted he never answered me."

"Good thinking! I bet Sirius'll know what to do!

Harry shrugged and muttered disappointedly. "I hoped he'd get back to me quickly."

Always the voice of reason, Hermione pointed out that they didn't know where Sirius is. "Hedwig's not going to manage that journey in a few days."

Even though Harry knew that Hermione was right, he still couldn't help but feel despondent. His sister felt her heart break for her brother and his godfather. After all those years of not knowing the truth, Harry finally got to connect with someone who cared and because of one little mistake, Sirius is on the run. Estella might've not know Remus was her godfather until she was 15, but she can still contact him without any fear or worry. She rest her hand on his shoulder, silently giving him support.

Trying to cheer Harry up, Ron suggested they play Quidditch, thinking that Quidditch could fix Harry's problems. "Come on-three on three, Bill and Charlie and Fred and George will play…" After a second thought, he added, "You can try out the Wronski Feint…"

Estella and Hermione spoke at the same time: Estella indignant and Hermione annoyed.

"What if I want to play?"

"Harry doesn't want to play Quidditch right now!"

Ron paled when he realized he forgot Estella. "Er-you can be on my team."

"But that would be 3-4!"

"Hermione can play."

"I'm not doing anything. We all need to go to bed."

Harry piped up, "I want to play Quidditch. Hang on, I'll get my Firebolt."

Huffing in aggravation, Hermione left the room, muttering. Vaguely, the older witch could make out the words "Boys" and "Quidditch".

Slinging her arm around her younger brother and his friends, she grinned; her eyes gleamed with anticipation and her smile widened. "I think it's time to show your brothers who's better at Quidditch."

"But they are."

Smack.

"That's an unfair advantage to George's team!"

"If you're as fantastic at Quidditch as you say you are, then you should have no problem beating us, extra player or not."

"Technically, it's an even team since Ron's on their team."

"Oi!"

Ruffling the youngest Weasley boy's hair, she laughed. "Come on Ronniekins, Bill's just messing with you. Besides, I think you can save more Quaffles than Bill any day."

Charlie snorted. "Don't underestimate my team Potter. You haven't seen the two of us play yet."

She smiled cheekily at him and mounted her broom. Picking up the Quaffle she mounted her broom, motioning Ginny to do the same. "I don't need to see the two of you play to know my team will win." She pushed off the ground. Hovering just above his head and tossed the Quaffle to Ginny. "But if it makes you feel better, Ginny can play Chaser on your team and we'll add the snitch; just for you."

The other team captain stayed silent, amused by her fiery passion for the game. Instead, he let out the snitch and watched it zip out of sight. He fly into the air on the opposite side of the pitch and Ginny went to his team. The other Wesleys and Harry went to their respective teams, no words being exchanged, only smirks and challenging glares.

Hermione chose to stay referee. Standing in-between them, she ordered them to shake hands. Ever so confident, Charlie held out his hand, his eyebrow quirked up. She took his challenge and shook hands with the older man, wearing Cheshire grin.

"Ready to lose Weasley?"

"I don't see anyone that could stop us from winning."

She refused to back down, glee shining in her hazel eyes. Charlie struggled not to get lose in them. "You must be blind. I would suggest getting Percy's glasses but I'm afraid your head's too big for them to fit. Must be that air floating around."

A collection of gasps and 'oohs' were let out. Never before had they seen someone challenge Charlie like this or frankly, seen someone get a reaction like this from him.

Hermione interrupted their stare and yelled, "Alright love-birds! Time to play." Blowing her whistle, she threw the Quaffle in the air-she knew the procedure after attending every Gryffindor match to support them-and the players shot up in the air.

Ron, Harry, and George flew down to meet Estella-Harry with the snitch in his hand, George with his beater bat, and Ron with the first Quaffle he'd ever saved-and jumped on her screaming "We won!" She staggered backward and tried to tell them to let go. Hermione had to pry them off her seeing as how they were crushing her insides like they were putty. When they finally released her, she took deep breaths, trying to regain her breath.

Charlie, Bill, Ginny, and Fred all landed by her, congratulating them on their win. No hard feelings were passed since they all knew that the trash talking was fake and they all were fantastic Quidditch plyers-even Ron. Sweat poured down their flushed faces, their adrenaline still pumping.

Wheezing, Estella managed to get out, "Thank…you…"

Charlie patted her on back. "Great skills out there Potter. Both of you. No wonder you made Captain."

"She's better than Wood Chuck."

"Yeah. She doesn't even have to be better than him to Quidditch. The fact she doesn't make an hour long speech makes her number one."

Harry nodded his head in agreement before turning to the youngest Weasley. "You're flying skills are amazing. Have you tried out for the team?"

"Uh…" Ginny could only manage to let out a syllable before turning into a stuttering mess. She cursed herself, knowing she was just making things awkward. Seeing where her brother was going, Estella added, "You could tryout! I'm holding tryouts this year for the reserve team! I know you play Seeker so if Harry ends up without any bones again, I'll be able to count on you!"

Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Harry, Fred, and George all laughed as they remember what happened when Lockheart tried to heal Harry. Estella laughed as well but couldn't forget her rage when that happened. That bloody idiot. He should have let my brother go to the Hospital Wing. Arrogant toad. He's just like…She stopped her train of thoughts, refusing to think about him.

No one noticed her inner battle and Fred went on. "I thought she was going to kill him."

"Fred and I had to pin her down to make sure she wouldn't attack him."

"You had it easy George! You weren't the one with hand over her big mouth. The witch bit me!"

"Maybe if you hadn't stuck your filthy hands on my lips, it wouldn't have bitten you. And what do you mean by 'big mouth'!"

"You'd think the words big mouth would be obvious George."

"Don't be rude Fred. Estella's just slow. She has to make up for her big mouth by having a small brain."

"Why you little-"

Bill analyzed the new Quidditch Captain for Gryffindor before scrunching his face in confusion. "How did it take two of you to hold her down?"

Harry rested his arm on older sister's shoulder, leaning over her. "She's the devil."

Estella made a point to argue then shrugged. "I'm not even going to deny it."

Charlie sent her an amused smile while Bill directed everyone back the house. They found Hermione and Percy at each other's throats like cats and dogs-Hermione hadn't stayed long after the game. Shooing everyone out the kitchen was Mrs. Weasley. "I think you'd all better go upstairs and check that you've packed properly! Come on now, all of you…"

"It's the younger girls you have to watch out for," Estella commented before she headed upstirs, referring to their conversation back at the field. "Feisty they are." She could feel Charlie's eyes burning on her as she followed the girl's to Ginny's room.

"Look Ella…Mum got your supplies and some gold from your vault…and she even set out your underwear."

"Stuff it Gin."

The girls shifted through the stuff Mrs. Weasley bought in Diagon Alley. I hope she used my money to buy the other's supplies. But Estella knew that the mother hen wouldn't do it no matter how much she begged. That woman is too good for this world. They had the same tools: parchment, quills, and books, each for their respective classes and…

In unison, the girls made noises in confusion, calling for Mrs. Weasley.

"What-"

"Why-"

"Mum-"

Mrs. Weasley bustled into the room when she heard them. "Yes?"

Cocking their heads to the side, they held up an article of clothing. "What's this?"

"A dress."

Letting out an aggravated sigh, Ginny asked, "We got that. Why do we have it?"

"Well it was on your school lists."

"But why?"

Her mother didn't bother answering, leaving with a "Don't forget pack it last so it stays flat". The three of them knew that Mrs. Weasley was keeping something from them. The question was what are they keeping from them.

"I bet your brothers know Gin."

"Bill? Charlie?"

"Both-maybe Percy."

Hermione added, "Something big is going to happen over at Hogwarts and the ones out of school are just bound to know."

Estella mulled over the younger girl's words. "I could ask Bill or Charlie if they know," she suggested.

"I bet you would love having a chance to talk to my brother wouldn't you?" Ginny asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Hazel eyes showed innocent that the others didn't believe when she asked, "I don't dig younger boys. Ron will have to deal with it."

"I meant Charlie you twat!"

Instead of denying it like she usually does, she motions for them to start packing again. Stuffing her books at the bottom of her trunk, she said, "Charlie's a great guy Gin." The two younger witches glanced at each other with satisfied grins. "Now put those dresses in your trunks. Mrs. Weasley picked out the perfect ones for us."