"Oh my girls, momma loves you," I whispered to my newborn daughters. I had named the first Gianna Molly Callahan and the second Adele Louise Callahan, but it was obvious that they were Weasleys despite their legal surname. Their vibrant red hair was already curling and they had the lungs to match any of their British family.

"Anna, I am perfectly capable of taking care of your daughters while you go to Ginevra's wedding," my mother told me, as she continued to rock my baby.

Unlike most new mommies I was already slim and back in perfect pre-baby shape. That had been part of the requirement for my position with the Quidditch team here in Texas. I had to undergo some plastic surgery. I was essentially ready to get training and flying in the games. I played seeker, and it was going to be a hell of a season.

"I know, I know," I sighed. "I'll be back in two days," I told her. She nodded.

"Have fun, Annabelle," mother said with a soft smile.

"Thanks, Momma," I replied, before apparating to London.

The Leaky Cauldron stood before me and I smiled fondly at the old inn. I pushed the door open and found that Tom was waiting for me. I had brought only one other outfit and the dress I was going to wear to the wedding, so my baggage was minimal.

"You're in room 109," he told me. "Just down the hall and to the left."

"Thanks, your such a dear," I said, and headed to my room.

After entering, I shut the door and leaned against it with my eyes closed. I counted myself lucky that Fred hadn't been lunching when I had arrived. Now, if I could only avoid the twins for the rest of my two-day stay, all would be well.

"Hello, Annabelle," an all too familiar voice said calmly.

My eyes slid slowly open to find that George was sitting in one of the armchairs in my room. He was staring at me with cold and angry eyes. I stared at him, before shaking my head and walking to set my bag on the bed. I could feel his eyes on me.

"George," I finally acknowledged, turning to face him.

"You didn't really think that you could come to my sister's wedding and not have to see me, did you?" he sneered, as he gazed at me.

"I had hoped that I would be able to accomplish that, yes," I replied evenly, as I turned to take out my dress and hang it up.

"Are you really that thick?" he asked nastily.

"Oh stop it!" I cried, whirling around to face him. "You told me that you weren't going to wait for me to talk to you! I knew you would never want to marry me, and you know what George? I wanted to marry you desperately by that time!" My voice was rising and I was gesticulating wildly. "But you're NOT THE MARRYING KIND!" I shrieked. "You wanted to know what was bothering me? The fact that you were never going to marry me!" I shouted.

He stared at me open mouthed and wide-eyed.

"Oh no," he whispered, standing up slowly. He walked toward me slowly, and I held out one of my hands.

"No, George, no. It's time for you to leave," I whispered, and he tried to take my hand, but I had raised a shield around myself.

"Drop the shield, Annabelle," he growled.

"No," I said, looking up at him with icy eyes. "Leave."

He stared at me for a moment before turning and slamming out the door. I dropped the shield and quickly locked the door behind him, before crawling into my bed and crying uncontrollably for the rest of the day.

I stared at the enormous stadium, and felt my pulse beating wildly. My mother was seated in the box with the owner of the team, holding my now six-month-old twin daughters. I took a deep slow breath and fiddled idly with my Firebolt 250. We had somehow made it to the World Cup. I still couldn't really believe it. I was going to have play against Potter. I had the advantage there, in that I was the lightest, smallest player in the entire league, but he was legendary. At ninety-five pounds, and five foot one, not a single other player in the league could hope to match me for speed. I began to fidget nervously as I waited while the announcer called out the names of the other members of my team. Finally:

"And Annabelle Callahan as seeker!" he cried. I soared out onto the pitch to thunderous applause from the Americans.

With a heart of lead, I watched as the English team soared out. Not only did they have Potter as Seeker, but Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell as chasers. I suddenly realized that if we wanted to win, I was going to be the key. Potter soared out onto the pitch to outrageously loud applause and screams. I scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces and found several, including the entire Weasley family, all of who were watching me with angry eyes. I tossed my head and met Harry's gaze.

"Luck, Potter," I called.

"You're going to need more luck than you can imagine," he replied with a teasing grin. I laughed and waited until play began.

Immediately England scored two goals, and we responded with three. My eyes were scouring the ground. I noticed Harry trying to trick me with a Wronskie, but I didn't take the bait and after only a few feet he pulled out, looking at me oddly. After two hours the snitch still had not put in an appearance when suddenly Harry went into a steep dive. I searched the area he was heading for and saw nothing. A flash of gold on the opposite side of the pitch caught my eyes, and I shot off like an arrow. I went into a steep dive and instantly knew that the snitch was going to shoot straight up. I jerked my broom so that I was going straight vertical and the snitch flew up alongside me. Potter was only about three feet behind me, and I couldn't afford to wait for the snitch to catch up to me. I did the only thing I could think of that would get me to where the snitch was quickly enough. I let go of my broom and grabbed the snitch as I plummeted toward the ground. I was five feet from the ground when Jason, one of our chasers, caught me in his arms. I laughed warmly in relief and held my fist aloft, the tiny golden wings beating angrily against my fingers. The cheers and screams from the Americans were deafening as everyone realized that I had won the game. Harry looked upset, but he congratulated me and my teammates were shrieking at me about the move I had pulled. It was something that had never been done before, like many of my signature moves.

"ANNABELLE CALLAHAN!" My mother shrieked as she ran toward me. She had left Gianna and Adele with my father in the box. "What were you thinking!" I grinned sheepishly.

"I wanted to win, Momma," I replied with a saucy grin.