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

"There's no way that I'm entering first."

"Why not?"

"Because she doesn't trust you two gits."

"Sod off Ginny."

"I refuse to enter before you guys."

"How come you get to go after us?"

"I'm not an immature twat who will knock people into a first year by ramming their trolley into the back of someone elses."

"Come on Estella-"

"That was a long time ago!"

"It happened last year!"

"If one of you doesn't move, I'm going to ram all three of you into the wall that isn't magic!"

"Ya know Gin…for a 13 year old, you sure do have an attitude."

Fred and George ended up on the floor on the other side of King's Cross station, moaning on the floor. Their trolleys rolled away from them, fellow classmates jumping out the way to avoid them. The rest of the Weasleys kept on walking, not bothering to help them up. Mrs. Weasley stuck to scolding Ginny about violence towards her brothers while secretly smiling in amusement and pride on seeing her daughter stand up for herself. While the younger kids were too scared to laugh at the pranksters, Bill, Charlie, and Estella hadn't bothered to cover their snorts as everyone gazed to see who was causing such a commotion.

Charlie bent down to whisper in Estella's ear, "You aren't unsettled by their looks?"

"When you've been friends with the twins for as long as I have, you get those looks so much, a normal gaze would confuse me." Then Estella paused, thinking. "Wait-if you were there in the twin's first and second year, how come I haven't met you before?"

Charlie gave her a look. "I thought you knew who I was."

"I knew of you, but I've never seen or spoken to you before this summer." She paused then admitted sheepishly, "Well, maybe I had when I was younger but I don't recall meeting you."

George popped up behind her and slung his arm around her shoulders. A second later, another arm wrapped around her waist.

"You've seen Charlie before," George commented.

"We introduced you to him when we were first sorted."

Flashback

"Potter, Estella."

The tiny 11 year old girl walked to the stool, visibly shaking. Around her gossip, whispers, and murmurs filled the once quiet atmosphere. She had no clue why they were staring at her like that. All she could think about was how this school would turn out like her other school…where everyone thought she was a freak.

She made her way to the stool and hesitated. Turning her innocent hazel eyes to Professor, she widened them in question. The old woman's eyes softened a tiny bit before nodding to the first year. Estella took a deep breath, the Great Hall now silent, waiting for the hat to be placed on her head.

As soon as she sat down, an old ratty hat was placed on top her head. It was so big, it slipped down her face, covering her eyes.

"You've got your father's spirit in you."

Estella let out a gasp when she heard the hat spoke in her mind. After collecting herself, she thought about what the hat told her. "You…you knew my father?"

"And your mother. Bright witch she was. Smartest one in her year. I believe you've inherited your father's courage and your mother's heart. Yet you would best thrive in…"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The witch let out a yelp when she heard the magical hat burst out her house. The hat was lifted from her head and her head frizzed, getting strands in her face. Blowing the strands out her face, she moved towards her new house. She sat down next to two red-heads, both looked older than her.

Estella didn't talk to anyone as she waited for her new friends to be sorted. Cedric had gone to Hufflepuff and Davis was already in Ravenclaw. Katie, Angelica, and Alicia were placed in Gryffindor as well. Now all that were left were…

"GRYFFINDOR!"

One of the twins plopped himself across from Estella.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The last Weasley sat himself next to his twin.

"We told you you would be in Gryffindor." The older male spoke, a proud smile on his face.

"Of course they would Charles. They're Weasleys after all," an uptight looking boy interjected.

Fred was so happy, he decided to ignore his older brother's pompous tone and pointed to the boy that spoke.

"This is our brother, uptight Percival. He's in third year." He pointed to the wizard with glasses and freckles dotted on his cheeks. Bright red hair, blue eyes, and pale cheeks. The trademark Weasley look. Percy glared at his younger brother but didn't respond. Instead, he held out his hand towards the new witch and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

The black-haired witch placed her tiny hand in his and gave him a firm handshake. She gave him a shy smile and responded with just as much politeness. "You as well."

George snorted quietly at the two and motioned to the oldest boy next to Percy. He has shoulder length hair that curled around the base of his neck. Freckles spotted his face but not as much as the others. She could tell he once had bright hair which darkened over time. He was tan and fit too, looking like he exercised well enough. The younger witch noticed a scar that ran up, showing a little on his neck. The older person would've been scary had it not been for the gentle smile on his lips.

Before George could get an introduction down, Estella blurted out, "He's not really a Weasley is he? He doesn't look a lot like you, Fred, or Percy."

Everyone around the Gryffindor table went silent for a moment, ignoring the other first years that were being called. Letting out a yelp, Estella shrunk down in her seat, silently reprimanding herself for speaking without thinking when people looked at her with wide eyes. A deep chuckle broke though the atmosphere. Looking up, she saw the older wizard laughing.

In a soothing, low baritone voice, the man introduced himself, holding out his hand. With his eyes glittering in amusement he introduced himself. "I'm Charlie. Charlie Weasley."

End flashback

Before the embarrassed witch could defend herself, George added, "And what about when you got lost and Charlie helped you get to class?"

"How did you two know I helped her? You weren't even there!"

"We have our ways."

Flashback

"Great. Just fantastic. I'm already late to my first class. Could this day get any better?" Footsteps could be heard and the first year let out a soft groan. Of course it can, she thought. A teacher catches me out and puts me in detention."

The footsteps began to grow louder as the figure grew closer. Now the witch could hear someone whistling. She could vaguely recognize the voice but at that moment, all she wanted to do was get to class.

Gathering her courage, Estella forced her soft and kind voice to stay firm and level. "I'm sorry to bother you but would you be ever so kind to direct me to my next class? I'm afraid I'm lost and I don't know where to go."

The person smirked as he made himself visible. Estella let out an inaudible gasp as she recognized the man. "Already tired of your classes Miss Potter?"

"Oh no, you musn't think that! I got lost trying to get to Charms and Fred, George, and Lee left me!"

The older prefect smiled at her distress and offered, "I can show you to your class if you would like."

Estella grinned but it quickly faded. "But what about your classes? Surely you don't want to miss them?"

The lost first year jumped when Charlie's laugh echoed around the eerie silent corridor. He held out his hand and reluctantly, Estella placed her delicate hand in his calloused on, pushing a strand of her black hair behind her ear; she always had a bad habit of doing that. The 6th year began walking the opposite way Estella was, with her trailing behind him.

"For one, I wouldn't want anyone having detention on the first day so I'm going to escort a pretty first year to her class," he said, winking. A small blush filled her cheeks. "And secondly, I needed to talk to him anyway. Drop something off for extra credit."

Once again, the halls were quiet, only their footsteps could be heard: Charlie's feet stepping heavily and Estella's tiny feet walking delicately.

"Charlie?"

"Yes."

"….Thanks."

End flashback

"I feel bad for you mate. She doesn't even remember her own Quidditch captain."

"WHAT!?"

Flashback

"Chaser with O'Brady! Beaters are with me!"

"Good luck you guys."

"You too Estella!"

"Yeah-break a…what was it? A finger?"

"A leg Fred. It's a leg."

The second year made her way to the seventh year who was twice the size she was. It's a good thing I'm not so easily intimidated, she thought. Otherwise I'd knock some poor bloke in the head with the Quaffle.

O'Brady raised his voice so the other 10 people could hear him. "It'll be an elimination process. Half of you go on one team, the other on another. You'll play against each other until we call time. After that, the people who did better stay. Any questions. He was meet with silence and he grinned. Mounting his broom, he pauses before adding, "Oh I almost forgot. The final Chasers will end up playing against each other with the final beaters." A couple of the second years shivered. "Anyone who can't handle it can leave." Everyone seemed frozen to their spot and he nodded in approval. "We got some true Gryffindors this year Chuck. Up and at 'em boys and girls!"

And so the tryouts began, games after game. Quaffle after quaffle. After each game, more and people were sent back to the castle. The older team members stuck to watching the students but sometimes participating to test out sportsmanship. Sweat dripped as each minute passed. A few hours later, Charlie called the remainder of people to the ground. The chasers that were left were Estella, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet. The beaters were Fred, George, and a random 5th year.

Fred and George sent their friends a thumbs up and a wink. All three girls sent them tired yet proud smiles. They could hear Lee in the background, cheering them on through their exhaustion. Clapping his hands, the Gryffindor captain sent them dazzling smiles which only Estella returned-everyone else didn't have the energy.

"Are you ready for the last round?" The group of second years gazed at each other and nodded their head in unison. They understood what this meant: someone would win and the others would go back. Together, they came to a conclusion: no matter what, they would stay friends, loser or winner.

"Good because we're not doing it." Six heads swiveled to look at him in unison, all etched with confusion. "I've already chosen."

While most of the people were nervous, Estella was filled with curiosity. "If that's the case, why did you say that we needed to do another round?"

Angelina- being the sensible second year she was-explained, "He probably wanted to see if we could play, even if we were nervous. Or if we listened to him without complaining."

Charlie agreed. "That's true. Or it could be the fact I just wanted to mess you guys."

O'Brady bobbed his head beaming. "He makes up stuff every year for tryouts."

Silence filled the pitch and the older team members were met with blank faces. All of a sudden, the girls burst into giggles and the boys began to chuckle. They had to admit. Charlie got them good.

"Angelina and Alicia will be on the reserve team for Chasers; Billy will be on the reserve team for Beater. Fred, George, and Estella…I'll see you at practice next week. 5 p.m. Don't be late."

End flashback

By now Estella's face was bright red from humiliation and horror. "I am so so so sorry Charlie for not remembering you. Well, I remember you, just not…you. Mean I recall someone being nice. Wait-I take that back. I mean-I feel awful. I can't believe it. Please forgive me." She began to apologize profusely, quickly becoming flustered. Her brother shook his head in amazement. "I knew you had horrible memory but honestly Stella."

"I didn't mean to!"

Charlie shook his head sending her a gentle smile. A familiar twisting feeling happened in her stomach, something that only happened when Link was around. Relief filled her as she saw he was more amused than mad. Or that's what she tried to believe anyway. "Its fine Estella," he forgave. "You probably didn't recognize me. I changed a lot."

Change you did. "Yeah. Yeah you're right."

Mrs. Weasley called the Hogwarts students over. "Time for you to put your things away. Go before all the compartments are taken."

The Potters, Weasleys, and Hermione found a place to put their stuff in halfway along the train. Then they made their way back to the platform to wish Bill, Charlie, and Mrs. Weasley a good-bye.

"It was nice meeting you!" The two Potters exclaimed, Harry shaking Charlie's hand and Estella shaking Bill's.

"You've got a strong grip," Bill admitted. "For a girl of course," he added jokingly.

Snorting, Estella quipped, "I'm even better on the pitch."

Fred and George were released from their mother's hold and gave their oldest brother a pat on the back.

"It's true," Fred admitted.

"You should've seen Malfoy's hand-"

"When the captains needed to shake on it."

"His hand turned redder than Weatherby's hair."

Estella interrupted. "You have the same colored hair idiot."

George ignored her and continued. "Redder than his hair."

Bill looked at her with respect. From what he saw this summer, Bill was thoroughly surprised. At first. When he heard the Potters were staying with them for the Cup, he was skeptical. Famous people staying at the Burrow, where everyone there was poor and a 'Blood-traitor' was uncommon. Yet they proved him wrong. Both of them were well-behaved and minded their p's and q's. Never once had they complained and they even offered to help around the house-even his brothers don't do that.

Harry had a level head and he went with Ron very well. He was modest and never boasted his wealth to the family. Bill respected him, empathizing him for not having his parents. But what he was really impressed by was the 5 foot 5 inch tall witch that his younger brother was slowly falling for. She's proved herself, he thought as he hugged the rest of his family goodbye. She had a certain beauty that wasn't like everyone's definition of beauty. She's her own person. Different but the same. Bill already considered the two Potters part of the Weasley clan, making them honorary members in his world. Maybe not even honorary from what I'm seeing.

Eyes lit with a mischievous fire that would give the twin's a run for their money filled Charlie's eyes. Hugging Ginny, he casually let out, "I might be seeing you all sooner than you think."

"Why?" Fred demanded eagerly.

"You'll see. Just don't tell Percy I mentioned it…it's 'classified information until such time as the Ministry sees fit to release it,' after all." He added mysteriously.

Bill, catching on to his brother's act, stuffed his hands in his pocket, aiming a wistful gaze to the train. "Yea, I sort of wish I were back at Hogwarts this year."

"Why?" George repeated querulously.

Keeping a straight face, Bill added, "You're to have an interesting year." After pretending to think, he said, "I might even get time off to come and watch a bit of it."

"A bit of what?" questioned Ron.

Before his oldest brothers could tease them anymore, the whistle blew, signaling the train was about to depart. Hustling them inside, Mrs. Weasley wished them a safe trip once more.

Estella was the last person to climb on the train. Closing the door, she leaned out the window and pecked the motherly figure on the cheek with affection. "Thank you for allowing Harry and me to stay t the Burrow. It was a joy to stay with you."

"Thanks for having us to stay, ." Hermione piped.

"Yeah, thanks for everything," Harry added gratefully.

Estella added, "It was nice meeting you Bill. And It was nice to see you again Charlie," not wanting them to get left out.

The plump woman waved her hand. "Oh it was my pleasure, dears." Taking up on her sons' game, she lightened their curious fire. 'I'd incite you for Christmas, but…well, I expect you're all going to want to stay at Hogwarts, what with…one thing and another."

Together they groaned. "Mum!" Ron complained. 'What d'you three know that we don't?"

"You'll find out this evening, I expect," said Mrs. Weasley, smiling. "It's going to be very exciting - mind you, I'm very glad they've changed the rules -"

"What rules?" said Harry, Ron, Fred, and George together.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you...Now, behave, won't you? Won't you, Fred? And you, George? Estella?"

Before the rest of them could pry any more information from them, the train's pistons hissed and slowly began to move.

"Tell us what's happening at Hogwarts," Fred tried yelling out over the noise of the train. Bill, Charlie, and his mum pretended not to hear him. The people on the train watched as the Disapparated.

"Damn!" Estella, Fred, and George exclaimed together. Patting her friends back, the witch moved to go find their compartment. "Let's go find Lee mates."

Author's note: I'm positive that's not how Quidditch tryouts work, but for the sake of my sanity, let's just go with it.