"Hello, love." Draco greeted Christi one nice day at the end of June. It was only a week after school had gotten out and the two lovebirds already wanted to hang out together. They were completely over the fight they had and were beginning to reconnect.

"Hey, Draco." Christi sighed and went inside with him. They sat in the kitchen and were served lunch by two House Elves.

"How are you?" he asked.

She shrugged, "I'm fine, I guess. My parents want to take Caprice and me to Greece this summer to see our family there. We'd be leaving next week, staying for almost the entire break. Caprice really doesn't want to go."

"Why?"

"Because word's gotten out that Harry supposedly saw You-Know-Who come back, and everyone's calling him a liar. And since Caprice was in the tournament too, our family would be asking her all about it. She doesn't want that."

"I would have guessed it's just because she doesn't want to be away from Weasley for that long." Draco smirked. Christi giggled and shrugged.

"Could be." "How come your nanny can't watch you? Don't you guys have a nanny?"

Christi blushed, "We do, but we don't need her. But this summer she has to go back to her family in Wales. Her sister is ill."

"So you two can't just stay on your own?"

"Not for eight weeks."

Draco thought for a moment before saying, "Well why don't you two stay here?"

"I'm all for that, but my parents… Well, they don't really like you and your family." she said. He nodded, not offended. Christi continued, "But if it were up to me, I'd stay here." Draco smiled and kissed her cheek.

After they finished lunch, Christi said, "Let's go to my house. My mum and dad wanted me home by two and said it'd be alright if I brought you with."

They went to the fireplace and Flooed to the Venizelos household. As soon as they entered, they heard Caprice and her mother having a yelling match.

"Mother, I am not going to go to Greece and you can't make me! You're being completely unfair about this!"

"Capricia, you're my daughter and I say you're going! You can't skip out on visiting your family! For goodness sakes, I know your father's side drives us all completely nuts, but I'm going and that says something about my endurance!"

"Well of course you can endure them! They won't be asking constant questions about Harry bloody Potter!"

"They'll only do that until they've got enough information."

"Well I'm not gonna tell them any because I'm not going."

Her mother huffed, "Of course you won't tell them anything, you're so damn stubborn just like your father. Honestly, Caprice, you haven't even told us a damn thing about the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Because there's nothing to tell, but everyone thinks there is! I didn't witness much!"

"But you still witnessed something! And what about those nightmares you have? Don't tell us those are nothing. Even if it's not about the last task, it's something to do with the Triwizard Tournament!"

Caprice scowled even deeper at her mother, "I'm not having nightmares."

"Don't deny it."

"I'll deny it all I bloody want, Mother!"

Christi didn't notice their father walk in until he said very calmly, "Caprice, don't curse at your mother."

Their mother looked at Caprice smugly while Caprice sat down on the armchair across from the couch where Draco and Christi sat. "Hi, Christi." she said shortly before picking up a book.

"Christi, why'd you bring Draco?" their father asked, scowling.

"Because Mum said I could." she said.

He frowned at their mother who ignored him. "Kids, why don't you all go and sit on the porch and hang out there. Caprice, I'm going to do your laundry for you to pack."

"Don't bother because I'm not going." Caprice said stubbornly, and got up.

"Your mum and I will talk about it, Caprice." their father said quietly to her as she passed by, patting her on the back.

Caprice only briefly paused, but still walked stoically out the backyard door. Draco and Christi followed and sat on the porch swing while Caprice closed the door behind them and sat on a chair in the sun.

"Don't worry Caprice. Dad will probably persuade Mum to let you stay. He'll make me go, though." Christi told Caprice, who scoffed.

"If I'm not going, Mum will demand that her precious daughter is not going."

"What does she mean by that?" Draco murmured.

Christi sighed, "There's something you have to understand. Caprice acts more Greek than I do, and looks and acts more like our dad while I look and act much more like our Italian mum. Our dad favors Caprice because she's sort of like the Greek son he never got while our mum babies me because I'm like a traditional bread-and-pasta-making Italian woman."

"So you're the mother's girl and she's the father's girl?" Draco asked.

"I'm not a Daddy's Girl." Caprice interrupted, not looking up from her book, "My father likes to treat me tough. I am taught about business and sports and everything that you'd teach a boy. But he still treats me somewhat like a girl."

"He's very proud of her." Christi said, "She's everything he ever wanted, just in girl form."

Draco sighed and stared at Caprice briefly, before turning his thoughts away from the similarities of their relationship to his own with his father.

They stayed quiet for about half an hour before the parents called them in. Caprice sat on the sat next to Christi and Draco and raised her eyebrows. "Well?"

Their father sighed, "Your mother and I came to the conclusion that it would be better for you to stay behind, Caprice."

Caprice smiled contentedly. "Thank you." She said.

"But if you don't get to go, we don't think Christi should go either."

"Aww, but I kind of want to go." Christi said.

Their father shook his head, "No, your mother and I think you two should stay together."

"So we'll be here alone?" Caprice asked hopefully.

"Heavens no." their mother sighed, "You're old enough to stay on your own, but only for short periods of time. We'll be gone nearly the whole summer, and we just don't want anything to happen to you."

"So where are we gonna be staying?" Christi asked.

"We aren't sure yet. But we'll have somewhere by tomorrow."

"Can I stay with Draco?" Christi asked hopefully.

"No!" Her father was quick to reply. Christi looked to her mother, who shook her head solemnly.

"Who are you gonna ask?" Caprice asked.

"Maybe we'll ask the Weasley family. We've actually become good friends with them."

"But Caprice is dating Fred Weasley!" Christi cried, "I can't spend the summer with my boyfriend but she can with hers? That is so unfair!"

Their mother paused and thought for a moment, "Maybe we won't ask the Weasleys…"

XXX

That night, Caprice lay in her bed, looking at her bureau in the corner of the room. She was thinking about the last task again. She couldn't help but let her mind wander to it all the time. It haunted her constantly. It prevented her from sleeping. It prevented her from good dreams at night. It took over her mind when she was alone.

She always wondered what would have happened if those vines wouldn't have caught her. Would she have beat Harry to the cup? Would she have touched it, and gone to where the portkey led?

Would she have died?

What if she did go to the graveyard where Voldemort was? Would he have killed her? Surely, he would have… She would have died had she gotten to the cup.

However, now that Voldemort is back, if she had gotten to the cup first, she would have prevented his return. Voldemort wouldn't have gotten Harry's precious blood, and he wouldn't have come back. He would still be undercover.

If she'd gotten to the cup first, she would have died, but Voldemort wouldn't be at power again… Or coming back to power, that is.

What if they'd gotten to the cup at the same time?

Then Caprice still would have died… And Voldemort still would have come back to power. What a very imperfect, problematic outcome.

None of the outcomes she was thinking of were very ideal, but that was terrible. She was glad that didn't happen. Though, she wasn't happy with what did happen, or what could have happened either.

She then thought about Voldemort coming back. He would have come back eventually, right? He would have gotten Harry into his grips somehow, right? Or could it have been prevented forever? If Caprice had died, she wouldn't have known. But she didn't know what could have happened.

She didn't realize she was sleeping until she was woken up, very unceremoniously, by Christi's cat.

"Oof!" Caprice grunted as the cat jumped up and landed on her stomach. She sat up and shooed the cat away. She saw on her bedside table a letter waiting for her.

"Caprice, are you awake?" her mother called, "Your boyfriend sent a letter, I left it for you!"

"Thanks, Mother!" Caprice called down. She propped her pillows up and opened the letter carefully. She took out the piece of parchment and grinned when she saw Fred's handwriting on it.

She could always tell Fred and George apart by their writing. Fred's was messy cursive, while George's was messy print.

She read the letter quickly. It said,

Dear Caprice,

I know it's only a week into the summer, but I miss you already. My family and I are staying in London for secret reasons. I hope to see you soon though. I'm not sure how we'll meet, but I'll get to you somehow… George is reading this and saying that I'm a priss. He says I sound like a girl and I think he's being a right git. But I miss you. I just wanted to write to you.

On another note, I've got some news.

We've got a lot of plans for the store. We have come up with the name Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and we've got tons of new products and pranks. We're looking for buildings in Diagon Alley to set up shop, but we definitely need your help with all the business stuff. We're good with the pranks, the products, the things that people will buy, but we need you for the actual business and money stuff.

We actually have a proposition for you, for the next time we see you. I can't wait.

Love,

Fred Weasley

Caprice smiled and took the envelope. There were three photographs inside of it. She took them out and looked at the first one. She giggled.

It was a prank Fred had pulled on George. George was holding a telescope and sporting a black eye. She wasn't sure if he knew it was a trick or not, since he was grinning widely, but looked sort of shocked.

The second picture was that of a small, round ball of fluff. It was a shocking shade of pink and was bouncing around happily.

The third picture was first a box with the writing that said Basic Blaze Box. Next fireworks were taken out of it and lit up, to create a fantastic firework show. Caprice smiled at George and Fred, having fun lighting off fireworks.

She put the letters and photos aside and got out of bed. She headed to the shower as a first thing and thought about the letter. What could the proposition be? He said they needed her to take care of all the business stuff. Surely, it was tied to that.

Then she actually started thinking about the business stuff. They would need a building. She should start looking in the Daily Prophet for real estate. They would need a big shop, and she knew they talked about living above it. They'd also need a popular location, like Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley.

Money was no issue. Even after Fred and George bought Ron new robes, there was still a ton of money left from the winnings that Harry gave to them. There were a thousand galleons to begin with, and they'd used no more than a hundred to buy Ron clothes. Fred had sent a letter about it and how they bought Ron robes at the very beginning of summer, and how he was so ecstatic with the clothes.

She wondered how much they'd used for products and supplies. They used probably about thirty, or fifty at the most.

But how much would a shop in Diagon Alley cost? They'd want a townhouse or something… How much did townhouses cost in London? She knew this, her dad talked to her about real estate once.

In Diagon Alley, a shop would probably cost about four hundred thousand galleons… That's a lot of galleons. They still needed so much more to achieve their dream. Caprice would probably have to help out with her own money. Her parents were rich. They had trusts for her and Christi. Now that she was an adult, of age, seventeen years old, she could access hers.

She would have to find out how much there was.

She stepped out of the shower and dried off, then went to her room. She put on Muggle clothes. She just put on a yellow floral sundress and sandals. She felt prim and proper in it, so she let her black curly hair run wilder than she usually would have let it.

Christi walked in just as she was putting on her diamond and gold rosary. It had been very expensive. The cross was yellow cold studded with diamonds and the chain had balls made of pure yellow gold. They'd gotten it in Italy. Christi had gotten a crystal and jade necklace on that trip from the same jeweler. They both prized the gifts.

"Hey there, Capri," Christi greeted her sister happily.

"Hi," Caprice smiled, "What do you need?"

"Mum wants us downstairs. She found us babysitters."

Caprice scoffed at the term and followed her sister down to the kitchen. Her parents were sitting there, eating the breakfast that their maid had prepared—egg whites, whole grain toast and a little bit of sausage. Plates were there for Caprice and Christi too.

They sat in their usual seats and Caprice asked, "So, whose home will we be living at?"

Their mother started, "Well, we called everyone we could think of."

Her father interjected, "That means from the mail man to your professors at school."

Christi shuddered at the thought of staying with their professors. Their mother said, "We even called our colleagues and parents of friends at school."

"However, everyone has plans."

Caprice's heart dropped. She so didn't want to go to Greece. "But," their mother said, "One family said yes. That was the Weasleys."

"Unfair!" Christi cried, "So unfair!"

"We trust the Weasleys. We've become good friends with them. Arthur and your father sometimes work together."

Christi raised her eyebrow suspiciously, "Dad is on the Wizengamot. Why would they work together?"

They ignored her question and their mother continued, "And in the past year, I've befriended Molly and we're good friends now. I really like her. And her twins are in Caprice's year—"

"We know that from how much she snogs Fred!" Christi said. Caprice elbowed her and she giggled.

"—and Ronald is in your year, Christi." Their mother said. Christi nodded, "And they've got other children who are still in school, who you acquaintance yourself with. Ginevra, Percy…"

"So we're staying at the Burrow with them?" Christi asked.

"Actually, they're staying in London this summer."

"Why?"

"They'll explain it when you get there, Christi." Their father said, "Anyways, you two will stay with them in London."

"And you will be perfect houseguests."

"You will be very helpful to Molly, you won't cause trouble with her, you won't disrespect her, you will be on your best behavior, do you hear?" their mother said sternly.

"Yes, Mother." They said.

Their father continued, "If Molly tells us anything but that, then you will have severe punishments."

"Yes, Father." They said.

Their parents looked please. "Good." Their mother said, "Now go start packing."