AN: I'm pretty sure this was an alternate take on this story? Anyway, this one was written first(7-21-2011). Enjoy... I guess...

He first met her when he was in Auror training.

Her name was Bluebell, and she was a sixth year at Hogwarts. Though their families had been close, certain circumstances had prevented their meeting until that day.

It was Scorp and Rosie's wedding. They had invited what seemed like the entire wizarding community to watch them walk down the isle, and Al was rather bored, standing in his best-man place next to Sam, Scorp, and Hugo. Until he saw her, that is.

The first thing about her that caught his attention was her hair. It was as blonde as Sam and Bea's, but it shown like a wild sun. Her dress, which was strapless and bright pink, showed off her figure like no one Al had ever seen. And her eyes, like pearls, like beautiful grey pearls sparkling like the water on a beach in the Caribean. They were exactly like her mother's and all of her brother's and sister's, but different, somehow. Different as in there was something about them that struck Al like a sack of potatoes to the head.

He had to turn his head to watch the wedding; it would have looked funny if he'd stared into the audience the entire time, and Scorp and Rosie wouldn't be too pleased. No, he would have to watch- he wanted to watch. Determined not to look at the young blond with the shining head, he stared straight at the couple he was there for the entire time, then broke into applause at the end, acting like a normal best man.

But inside, he was nervous. His mind was reeling. Who was she? He thought to himself. Does she have a boyfriend? Does she have a girlfriend? Did she see me? Did she notice me staring at her in the beginning?

Yes, this was going on in Al's head until the reception (at which Ronald Weasley squeazed a glass so hard that it combusted and had to be taken to the back to be given a calming drought). When he reached the reception, he sat down next to Sam; surely he would know who the mysterious girl was? As she walked in, he leaned over and asked, "hey Sam, who's the girl with the blond hair? Is she a relation of yours?"

Sam raised his eyebrows. "That's my baby sister, Bluebell. Haven't you ever met her?"

Al shook his head. "I've only met your Hogwarts-age siblings, and I didn't pay much attention to anyone else. She's, like, four years younger than us, right?"

"Yes, and if you touch her, my brothers and I will kick your ass, Potter. And my Dad might join in, if he disapproves. You got that?"

"Bloody hell, Samuel, it's not like I was planning to take advantage of her or something, you moron."

"Hey," Rosie called down the table, "no fighting at my wedding, Potter, Longbottom! Or I'll hex both your asses into oblivion."

"Rose, that is not proper language to use at your own wedding," Mrs. Ron Weasley called indignantly. Rosie smiled.

"Sorry, Mum!" she called, but Al saw her roll her eyes when she turned from her mother's glare.

Meanwhile…

"What's bothering you, Bella-boo?"

It was Bea. Bluebell sighed at the mention of her nickname. "I'm trying to figure out how best to find out who that best man up there is without my brothers hearing," she told her eldest sister. "And how best to convince everyone that I've grown up and don't need that nickname."

Bea laughed, and Bluebell sighed in jelousy. Bea had always had a better laugh, like tinkling bells. Bluebell's laugh was more like a cow's, and she snorted a lot, too. "You could grow to be ten feet tall, and to me you would still be my little baby sister Bella-boo."

"And some day, I'll be aunt Bella-boo and grandma Bella-boo and cousin Bella-boo…"

Laughing her tinkling laugh again, Bea said, "so what about the best-man?"

Bluebell sighed. "Who is he?"

"Albus Severus Potter."

"What?" exclaimed Bluebell, shocked. Then she groaned and banged her head on the table; she would never have a chance with a famous son of Harry Potter who probably never got any rest. In fact, Bluebell remembered someone saying he was gay once, but that could have just been an insult…

"You know, everyone seems to think he's gay," Bea said quietly, smiling as she seemed to confirm Bluebell's worst fear, "but Sam told me that's a load of rubbish. Reeta Skeeter wrote that article, you know, and it was the last thing she wrote before she was turned in as an unregistered animagus. The thing with Scorpius never actually happened; Rita just butchered a conversation they were having. Anyway, no girls seem to go for him- they all think he's gay… But Sam told me a few years ago, laughing, even, that Al had been longing after some brunette babe and he was starting to get over her… And Bellaboo, he hasn't gone after anyone since."

This cheered Bluebell up; this meant that perhaps she would have a chance.

But suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Wasn't Al staying with Sam, her most protective older brother? How easily would Sam discover Bluebell's sudden, very secret crush? "Sam's bunking with Al until the end of their Auror training," she told her sister glumly.

Bea raised her eyebrows. "You didn't know? Sam met some girl over the summer; he's staying with her instead since her rent is lower. And we all know what that means…"

Bluebell rolled her eyes. "Hypocrite... I don't think I met one as bad as Sam."

"I don't know- I've heard some stories that might bump him down just below Ronald Weasley- I heard Harry was the only person Ron ever approved of dating his sister."

"Yeah, well, Sam wouldn't approve of Al if the guy saved his life."

"Could be true."

"I hate this."

"Hate what?"

"Being the youngest of eight kids, and especially being the only kid that was born six years apart from everyone else. And Bea, I feel like a grown-up. I had to help Mum in the Three Broomsticks the longest, I came when Mum and Dad were sure they wouldn't have to pay for anything more and so all their money was in banks for the rest of you. I was the kid that didn't even get a not-sixteen-years-old broomstick until this year, and I'm really good at flying, Bea! You know I'm good- it's my most favorite thing in the whole world!"

"I know, Bella-boo," Bea said. "And you know Papa and Mama love you for it. And you're right- you're no kid. You're one of the most responsible of all of us, and I envy you for that. Papa and Mama trust you with things they never trusted me or the others with, and I envy you. I believe you when you say you're ready to get out there and date. But it's hard for me and the rest of us to let you do so, to let you go. You have to be patient with us, Bluebell. We're not fans of change."

Bluebell sighed. "I know, Bea." She looked over at Al. "But he really is cute."

Bea laughed, then continued with her dinner.