Michelle Turner wasn't sure what to expect when she accompanied her boss to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament - but it definitely didn't include meeting her long-lost younger half brother Neville or crossing paths with our favorite ruggedly handsome dragon wrangler Charlie Weasley. Sparks fly before the first task has even begun, and when Charlie has to depart for Romania once again, Michelle starts thinking it's about time she made a new pen pal and maybe more.

Summary credit goes to RonsGirlFriday on HPFT

Michelle resembles Emma Stone

Michelle Turner landed outside Hogsmeade next to her boss Ludo Bagman; they were going to Hogwarts since Bagman was one of the judges for the Triwizard Tournament. She hasn't been to Hogwarts since she finished in 1989. She was also meeting her half brother for the first time in about two days. She didn't even know she had a half brother until a month ago. She knew that she was the result of a teenage pregnancy. Her mum wasn't too proud of that fact but she loved her daughter.

Once they reached Hogwarts, Ludo pulled open the door to the Entrance Hall. They walked to the Great Hall. She had missed Hogwarts at Halloween. She noticed Barty Crouch Sr. at the table sitting next to him was his assistant, Percy Weasley. She inwardly groaned, the younger man was so annoying.

"Miss Turner, you can sit next to Weasley."

She respectfully sat down next to the ginger.

"Hello, Turner."

"Nice to see you, Weasley."

The students filed in. Her sea green eyes scanned the house tables and settled on a blonde boy sitting alone at the Gryffindor table. Her heart ached for him.

The celebration began with the delegation from Beauxbatons arriving. She watched the students that were of age. Many of the teenage boys were staring at the Veelas especially at the helm. They sat at the Ravenclaw table.

Shortly after that the delegation from Durmstrang arrived.

"Blimey, it's him!" a redhead exclaimed.

She glanced at Percy. "Is that your brother?"

"Yeah, that's Ron."

Michelle nodded. After the introductions of her boss and Barty Crouch Sr. Dumbledore explained the rules of the Tournament and unveiled the Goblet of Fire and the Triwizard Cup. Both of them looked amazing. After that, the food appeared in front of them. She had been craving Hogwarts food for ages. She began eating as Percy started to make conversation with her.

After the meal, Bagman escorted her back to 'The Three Broomsticks' where she was staying. She said goodbye to her boss. Once she was alone, she kicked off her heels. She hated heels but she had to wear them for work. She shrugged off her robes and unbraided her hair and her wavy chestnut hair fell down to her mid back.

There was a noise from the floo. She turned to see her mum's face in the fire.

"Hello dear," Barbara Turner greeted her daughter.

"Hi mum," she greeted smiling.

"Did you just get back?"

"I've been back for about 30 minutes. I missed Hogwarts a lot."

Barbara nodded. "Can I come through?"

"Sure, mum."

Barbara came through the floo. The mother and daughter duo looked so similar but there was no question that she had no visible similarities to her step dad Graham Turner who had adopted her when she was three when he married her mum. She had younger squib half sisters who she adored to pieces. She's always wanted a little brother though.

"So, how was Hogwarts?"

She started. "It felt weird to sit at the Head Table. I was sitting next to Percy Weasley since he's Crouch's assistant."

"Wasn't his older brother Bill in your year and the Head Boy when you were Head Girl?"

"He was."

Barbara nudged her daughter playfully. "Didn't you also fancy his brother Charlie for a bit too?"

"I did," Michelle blushed. "But I thought at that point I was too old for him."

"Age isn't anything but a number, dear. Your biological father was a year younger than me."

"I know."

Barbara patted her daughter's shoulder lovingly. The two of them chatted for a bit until Barbara left through the fire. Michelle changed into her torn up Weird Sisters tee and some boy shorts. She grabbed her sketchbook and laid down on the bed. She was an amateur artist, which she had discovered in her last year at Hogwarts. She drew for about 30 minutes and then crawled into bed. She soon fell asleep.

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The next morning, she woke up to her stomach growling. She groaned before she hopped out of bed. She didn't need to be all dressed up until later tonight. She just pulled on a pair of jeans and grabbed her casual robe. She walked down the stairs.

"Morning, Michelle," Madam Rosmerta greeted.

"Morning, Rose," she greeted.

Madame Rosmerta made her a cup of tea and she sat down. She sipped her tea as she read the Daily Prophet. A while later she ordered breakfast. After breakfast, she left the inn. She walked towards the bookstore 'Tomes and Scrolls'. She had always loved to read so she soon got lost in the books. Around one, she got hungry so she went back to 'The Three Broomsticks'. Madame Rosmerta made her some lunch. She went back up to her room and read for a few hours. Around 4:30, she began getting dressed. She changed out of her jeans and changed into her outfit and did her hair. She slipped on her shoes and her work robes.

Around six, there was a knock on the door.

"It's open, Mr. Bagman!"

He opened the door with a laugh. "I've told you to call me Ludo."

"It's not proper to call you by your first name, Mr. Bagman," she said.

Ludo sighed. She walked out of the room and they started their trek to Hogwarts. They reached Hogwarts and walked in. They walked to the Great Hall. She sat next to Weasley again. The feast started.

In the middle of the feast, the selection of the Champions began.

"Mr. Viktor Krum!" Dumbledore announced.

The surly looking Quidditch player bid adieu to his classmates and walked to the chamber.

"Miss Fleur Delacour!"

A petite blonde girl sauntered to the chamber.

"Mr. Cedric Diggory!"

A boy in Hufflepuff robes stood up and smiled modestly before walking towards the chamber. The Hufflepuff table broke out into cheers as did Michelle. She was a proud former Hufflepuff.

Unexpectedly, the Goblet of Fire spit out another name.

"Mr. Harry Potter."

A vaguely familiar boy who was wearing Gryffindor robes stood up from the table. He didn't look more than 14. Of course a Gryffindor is in the tournament, they can't let Hufflepuff have their moment in the spotlight. But on the other hand, this boy looked as confused as the rest of the people in the room.

Bagman and Crouch excused themselves leaving Percy and Michelle alone.

"How does a fourteen year old enter a tournament that has an Age Line?"

Percy said. "I'm not surprised, Harry is always in trouble and drags my brother into his shenanigans."

Michelle nodded. After the eventful meal, Michelle walked back to 'The Three Broomsticks'. She had to process the events of the night.