Fred awoke to the sound of muffled laughter close by him. Wearily, he forced one of his eyes open to find the source of the disruption. He realised it must have still been quite early as it was only just getting light outside. Then he saw his twin sat upright on the sofa closest to the pair who had been previously sleeping. Next to George, sat Angelina, Lee Jordan and Katie Bell.

"What the hell?" Fred demanded, annoyed by his rude awakening. Ella had began to stir next to him, still tightly huddled into his chest.

"Morning," George said cheerfully, with the full intention of winding his brother up. The rest of the sofa couldn't hold back their laughs much longer.

"What the fuck?" Ella said groggily, half awake, aware of the intrusion. Her grumpiness in the mornings was nearly as famous as her strong powers.

"Floor's comfy, is it?" Lee joined in with the teasing.

"Oh fuck off," Fred snapped, turning away from the group and pulling Ella in closer to him.

The others realised they obviously weren't finding the whole situation as funny as they were so they got up and headed upstairs.

"I'm sorry," Fred whispered softly into the girl's hair as her head rested against his chest.

"It's fine," She replied, taking a deep breath to smell the boy's musky, aromatic scent. They lay their together, kept warm by the other's embrace for about an hour before they were interrupted once more. They heard the sounds of footsteps, clambering noisily down the stairs.

"Bloody hell," Ella heard one voice say that sounded distinctly familiar but she couldn't remember whose it was. A second voice appeared, only this one sounded angrier and Ella recognised it instantly.

"You CANNOT tell me that you two are just friends," Harry announced loudly, "Being found asleep with one another three times is not what just friends do."

The pair sat up to look at the boys which had just entered. The first boy to enter had been Ron, closely followed by Harry.

"Harry, I'm sorry," Ella started, getting up and making her way over to her brother.

"Look, don't worry. I'm not just messing her around." Fred put in, trying to be helpful.

"I know how it must look, Harry, but Fred and I are just very good friends," Ella said. Harry just rolled his eyes in response. Ella, however, didn't notice Fred's face drop when she said this. He had hoped that she might just finally admit she liked him back after the previous night. That was, if she even did like him, Fred thought to himself.

Later that day, with their cases packed for just over a week, the Weasleys and Harry, Hermione and Ella were ready to floo to the burrow.

"Why do you look so nervous?" Fred asked, the increasingly paling, Ella, teasing her. He grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder, using one hand to stop her from squirming away and the other to tickle her relentlessly.

"Fred!" She squealed, laughing. "Put me down you idiot," She managed to say through her now close to hysterical laughter.

"So go on then. Why are you a little nervous wreck," Fred persisted, now he had gotten the girl back to her relaxed self.

"Well...it's kinda intimidating meeting your parents isn't. They knew my parents...they knew me. What if I disappoint them. I'm not that little sweet girl your mum remembers," She confessed quietly so the others wouldn't hear her, blushing a deep red.

"Well I think you still are," Fred said, his warm brown eyes meeting her dazzling green ones.

"You guys ready?" George asked, interrupting their gaze.

"Errmm, sure," Fred stuttered, looking around him to realise the rest of the group, aside from the three of them, had already gone. "You first Ella," He said grinning at her. She nodded before stepping into the fireplace in the head master's office (the only fireplace hooked up to the floo network in the school), taking a handful of floo powder. With a flash of green light she was gone.

"Guess it's your turn then," Fred said, turning to his twin but all he got in response was a raised eyebrow as George stood staring at him. "What?!" Fred demanded irritably, knowing exactly what his brother was referring to.

"So are you going to tell me what happened between you two last night or are you going to just go on pretending like nothing happened?" George questioned his brother.

"Well that's what Ella seems to be doing so that's what I may as well do," Fred said, looking at the ground going red.

"Oh." George said bluntly, "I see then. What actually happened?"

"Well we danced all night, and oh Georgie it was amazing. Then when the last song finished I kissed her, but this time she didn't pull away. In fact she kissed me back, and she was sober this time. Then we just came up to the common room and fell asleep in front of the fire." Fred said in a dreamy voice, thinking back to the previous night.

"She's got you bad mate," George laughed at the sight of his renowned stud of the school, twin falling in love with a girl who hadn't even shown any signs of liking him back.

"I know," Fred said, almost miserably" I just wish she would admit she liked me because I know she does. No one, and I mean no one, not even me, can kiss that good and not mean it. Anyway, anything happen between you and Angelina last night?"

"Oh," George said happily, as if he had forgotten the previous night before his twin had prompted him, "I took her back to our room and I knew you were still downstairs with Ella and Lee was probably banging that Ravenclaw lass somewhere, so I shagged her."

Fred just laughed at his twin's bluntness, "So was she what you were hoping?" Fred teased.

"Oh and more, Freddie. I think I might actually want to see her again," George gushed. "Anyway, we best get back to the burrow before the others wonder where we are." Fred nodded in agreement and followed his brother into the fireplace with their trunks.

As Fred and George tumbled out of the fireplace, they were bombarded by Mrs Weasley.

"Boys, who's that girl that arrived just before you? Are one of you dating her? How come you've never mentioned her before? Is she this surprise guest you were banging on about? And why the hell did you two take so much longer than the others?" Mrs Weasley demanded, leaving the twins unsure of which question to answer first. They just stood looking at one another, then their mother, and then to each other again, before they heard a voice pipe up behind her.

"I'm sorry Mrs Weasley," Ella came out from their living room and into the kitchen, "I never introduced myself, I was actually waiting for the boys to arrive. Anyway, I'm Elspeth Potter." She said, waiting for Mrs Weasley's reaction. But she just stood staring opening and closing her mouth without anything more than a slight squeak coming out.

"Wha...what?" She finally managed to get out. "So you're Lily and James daughter? And Harry's sister? The one that we all thought was dead?" She asked stunned.

"Yeah, I suppose I am," Ella shrugged. Molly let out a large gasp as though it was finally sinking in and ran forward, wrapping in a bone crushing hug.

"Oh darling!" She exclaimed, "I can't believe it! You're okay!" She finally let go of the girl, looking her up and down. "And oh my, haven't you grown up to be a beauty, just like your mother. You look just like her. Except for your hair, that looks ever so like your fathers," She laughed, remembering her old friend's dark, unruly hair that both his children had managed to inherit. "Oh well, I've got a surprise for you then. It was going to be a surprise for Harry but I suppose it's kind of for both of you now," Just as she spoke Sirius Black sauntered around the corner with a large grin when he saw Ella.

"My, my, haven't grown up," Sirius let out a low warm chuckle before making his way over to her and wrapping his arms around her. "How are you?"

"I'm good thanks,"

"Good, good. I need to speak to you privately later about Karkaroff if that's okay," He half asked, with a reassuring smile. Fred rolled his eyes and scowled at the Durmstrang headmaster's name, which didn't go unnoticed.

"Yeah of course," Ella smiled back. And with that Harry appeared from the living room, followed by Ron and Hermione.

"Did I hear Sirius?" He enquired before his godfather stepped out from behind the twins. "Sirius!" He strode forward, receiving a firm hug from him.

"How have things been, after the first task I mean," Sirius asked him, "Do you have any clue who might have entered you yet?"

"No, can't think," Harry chewed on his lip nervously.

After all introductions had been made, the group went their various ways into their assigned rooms. Sirius was sleeping in Charlies old room, Harry with Ron as usual, and due to Ginny's room already having herself and Hermione in, Ella was put in Bill's old room. Mrs Weasley had made a delicious stew for dinner which left the whole house smelling delightful. The burrow wasn't half as grand as the accommodation at Beauxbatons or the room's on the ship but it was sure as hell a lot nicer and more welcoming, Ella thought. A while after dinner, most of the group had gone to bed or at least retired to their rooms. Left in the kitchen, was Sirius, Ella, Harry and Fred.

"Tell me everything you know about Karkaroff," Sirius stated plainly, not making any effort to hide his agender. Several years ago, Karkaroff had been let out of azkaban due to his claims of being under the imperius curse whilst he served lord Voldemort in the last wizarding war. "How did you meet him?" Sirius asked, more precisely seeing Ella struggling with where to begin.

"Well, it was last year when I was on the run from Beauxbatons, and after he realised I was homeless he gave me some money and I ran. Our paths crossed for a second time and this time I was in a much worse situation, so he took me into his flat and I lived there all summer whilst he arranged for me to transfer to Durmstrang." She finished. Fred huffed and looked at Ella sternly but she tried to ignore it.

"Do you know if he's been meeting up with any other wizards that used to be death eaters?" Sirius asked bluntly.

"I...I...I don't really know," She admitted, slightly shakily at the thought of her abusive headmaster, "He did meet up with a lot of people while I was at his and I know he brought different men back that he referred to as business deals. I also know what he did to those men when a business deal would fall through. I can't tell you if he is still a death eater, but I can say that it wouldn't be out of character, if he were to be one," She shuddered at the thought of what Igor would do if he ever found out about this conversation.

"Have you ever noticed a tattoo on his arm. The dark mark to be precise," Sirius interrogated.

Ella nodded, "I have, it's faded but it's still there,"

"What's he like in general?" Sirius asked, coming to an end of his long string of questions.

"Well he's not a particularly pleasant character most of the time but he did get me off the streets so I'll leave it at that." She heard Fred scoff and didn't dare look him in the eye. She could feel his eyes burning into the side of her head, furiously.

"That's all you're going to say?" Fred snapped, failing to keep a restraint on his temper. "Are you not going to tell them in what way he wanted you to earn your keep? How he carried on after summer? About what he tried to do to you?!"

Ella looked up, tears streaming down her face by this point.

"Fred, stop. Please." She pleaded.

"I'm going to bed," He announced, kicking the chair under the table and storming up the stairs.

"Ella, what did he do?" Harry asked, gravely concerned. He knew Fred Weasley had a temper but he had never seen him fly off on one like he had just done just for mentioning a man's name,

"Tell us," Sirius stretched out his hand, across the table, and placed it reassuringly on her arm.

"I...I...I slept with him. I felt in debt to him and when he suggested a way to repay him one night, I obliged. But then he didn't stop the affair when we came to school. I kept trying to push him away and one night I was a bit too blunt to him and he lost his temper," Ella trailed off.

"WHAT did he do?!" Harry asked, his temper also flaring at the thought of his sister being taken advantage while she was so vulnerable.

"He tried to rape me," Ella finally admitted, her crying growing ever heavier.

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" Harry shouted, slamming his hand against the table.

"Harry, calm down. You're not helping anyone," Sirius said soothingly, before standing up and walking over to Ella, pulling her up off her chair, into a comforting embrace, stroking her hair in attempt to calm her down. Harry sat down, still fuming.

"But I'll tell you what we are going to do," Sirius said, wiping the tears of Ella's delicate face, who was now looking up at him.

"We're going to speak to Dumbledore, and we're going to get you transferred to Hogwarts as soon as possible." He said. Ella nodded and Harry also seemed to think this was a good idea. "This way we'll keep you with us and away from that filthy bastard," Ella sighed and moved away.

"Thanks you two but if you don't mind, I'm going to go up to bed. I'm shattered." She said, before departing up the stairs to her appointed room.

Once in another one of Viktor's shirts, which came to halfway down her thigh, she started to cross the hall to the bathroom, when she collided with something solid. She gasped slightly as she looked up to see a shirtless Fred. She stared, almost longingly, at his toned, ripped chest, before her line was broken when he began to speak.

"I'm so sorry for what I said down there," He said, pulling her into a strong embrace. The feel of his bare skin burnt against her. She went slightly dizzy at the smell of musky smell of aftershave. She breathed it in hungrily.

"It's fine," She managed to say in a stunned whisper. Fred laughed, releasing her.

"And don't pretend you weren't completely checking me out before. I saw you staring." He teased, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"I should really just brush my teeth and go to bed," She said, pushing past the boy hurriedly, yawning particularly obviously so he got the message she was tired. The way he had made her feel just then, terrified her to a point she couldn't ignore. She had never really felt like that around a boy before. In fact she had only ever had one proper boyfriend before that she had actually really liked. But that hadn't ended well, leading to her normally running for the hills, the second she started to develope feelings for a boy. But Fred was different. She couldn't just run away from him. She tossed and turned all that night, replaying how his skin had felt against her, again and again as she drifted in and out of a disturbed sleep.