Mrs. Weasley was bustling around the kitchen when Evie arrived.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," she greeted.

"Evie, dear, how are you?" Mrs. Weasley answered, turning from the dough she was kneading.

"Great! How are you?"

"Wonderful. Ron is upstairs; he's writing a letter to Harry."

"Have you got tickets then?" Evie perked up.

"We have! Arthur's managed one for Harry too. We've sent word to his aunt and uncle to see if he can come." Evie frowned at that. "We'll get him no matter what they say, don't you worry about that," Mrs. Weasley assured her sternly. "But I thought it best we ask their permission anyway. Don't want to seem completely rude, might come back on Harry, the poor dear. Anyway, we've offered to keep him the rest of the summer and see him to the train as well. That ought to sway them in our favor," she nodded.

After agreeing with Mrs. Weasley, Evie waved and made her way up the stairs. Without knocking she walked into Ron's room.

"Hey, I just heard the good ne-" Suddenly, a flying ball of feathers attacked. "OUCH!" She ducked and began scanning the room. "What is that thing?"

"That's my new owl, Pig. I've got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, but he's mine at least."

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, I think he just gets excited," Ron shrugged. "What were you saying?" He turned from his desk.

"What? Oh, yeah, we're going to the World Cup too," Evie answered, keeping an eye out for Pig, who was still zooming around the room.

"Wicked! We're gonna grab Harry."

"Your mum told me. We got a ticket for Hermione. I just wrote her earlier asking if she could come."

"I'll tell Harry." Ron added to his letter. "Take this to Harry, Harry Potter," Ron said carefully. Pig flew off at the speed of light the second the letter was secure.

"You think it'll make it?" Evie watched the small owl go.

"He's got a better chance than Errol," Ron sighed.

"How are you going to get him?"

"We'll floo."

"Can you do that?"

Ron opened his mouth to answer, but something that sounded suspiciously like a small explosion sounded from below them and he stopped.

"What was that?"

"Probably Fred and George working on more Weasley's Wizard Wheezes stuff."

"More what?"

Evie left that evening with green tinted hair and a deeper understand of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. A letter was waiting for her at the house. Hermione was arriving the very next day.

Evie woke up well rested, nightmare free, and back to being a brunette. She showered and dressed quickly, and went downstairs for breakfast. It was her father's day off, which meant he would be sleeping in and Evie and Cedric were on their own for breakfast. Evie made herself some oatmeal and tea, then sat at the table reading her book and enjoying a quiet breakfast.

"Morning," Cedric greeted, as he walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning." Evie set down her book.

"You didn't make enough for two?" He turned to her with narrowed eyes as she continued to eat her oatmeal.

"I didn't know you'd be up so early. I did make enough tea for two," she defended.

"Well, thanks." Cedric turned to make himself a cuppa. "How did you sleep?" His back was still to her, oatmeal beginning to heat on the stove.

"Well, how about you?" Evie watched him carefully over the rim of her mug.

"Quite well, thanks," he nodded, still not turning towards her. "And…your birthmark?"

"Normal, as usual." Evie raised an eyebrow to her brother's back. "Cedric…what are you thinking?"

"Nothing…"

"You're lying." She set down her mug then.

"I just, every now and then I think back in what I remember of Mum."

"So?" Evie drew the word out, tilting her head.

"So, I can picture her face well enough. I can picture some of my last memories of her. I just can't seem to picture her pre–"

"Good morning!" Their father burst into the room, more chipper than normal.

"Morning, Dad." Evie turned from Cedric hesitantly.

"Morning." Cedric turned to look at Evie in a way she had never seen before. "Would you like some oatmeal?"

"Yes, sounds wonderful," Amos smiled and patted his son on the shoulder. "Evie, what time is Miss. Granger supposed to be coming today?"

"In the afternoon. Thanks for letting her stay the rest of the summer," Evie smiled.

"Not at all. It's only two weeks." Amos waved off his daughter's appreciation.

The family ate breakfast with easy and comfortable conversation flowing between them, mostly excitement about the World Cup final.

After breakfast Amos set the dishes to washing themselves and Cedric and Evie retired to their rooms. About an hour reading Evie heard a knock on her door.

"Yes?" she called.

Cedric entered and sat in the chair next to her desk. He turned it around and pulled it towards her. "Hey."

"Hey?" She set her book aside, slightly annoyed that she couldn't seem to finish it.

"I've just been thinking."

"That's always dangerous," Evie teased.

"Shut it." Cedric gave her a warning look.

"Sorry, continue."

"I think I'm going to ask Cho Chang to be my girlfriend."

"Well, isn't that something," Evie smiled.

"You think she'll say yes?"

"Are you kidding? She's only fancied you forever," Evie laughed.

"How d'you know?"

"Cedric." Evie paused to roll her eyes before using her fingers as tallies. "She blushes every time she sees you, goes out of her way to talk to you, and she laughs at your jokes, which really are never funny."

"My jokes are hilarious." Cedric looked at her with mock insult.

"They're really not." Evie gave him a slightly apologetic smile. "But she still laughs, that's the point. I laugh because they are either so bad I can't help myself or because I'm worried nobody else will. She laughs because that's what girls do for boys they fancy." Evie gave him a knowing look.

Cedric sat there for a moment, just thinking. "When did you get so smart?" he joked.

"I've always been smarter than you. You just refuse to admit it," Evie teased back. "She'll say yes, just be yourself."

"Thank, Little sis."

"Yeah, yeah. Now get out of my room. I've been trying to finish this book all summer."

Cedric rolled his eyes at her, but left nonetheless, even pulling door closed behind him.

Another hour later, and two pages from the end of her novel, Evie was once again interrupted.

"Evie!" She heard her father's muffled voice calling for her.

"Hold on, Dad. I'm almost done."

"Ron's here!"

Setting the book aside, Evie screamed into her pillow before standing up and leaving her room.

"Hey, is Hermione here yet?" Ron was asking before she'd even completely descended the stairs.

"No, she won't be here for a few more hours."

"Oh," Ron sighed.

"Good to see you too, Ron."

"Right, sorry," the redhead cringed. "I found out after you left yesterday that the Muggles said yes to Harry staying with us. We won't have to break him out again."

Evie nodded glancing at the clock in the kitchen. "It's already after two."

"Yes, and I've got to go into Diagon Alley today. Would like to go with me?" Amos cut in.

"I think I'll wait here for Hermione, just in case," Evie answered.

"I'll go with you, Dad. I've got to get something for someone anyway," Cedric said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Oh? Is it for anyone in particular?" Evie grinned, eyeing her brother.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes," Cedric grinned back.

"Quite classy, to get her a gift."

"Are you ready now?" Amos asked Cedric.

"Yeah."

"Alright, let's go. Behave while we're gone." Amos gave Evie a pointed look.

"We will," she smiled.

Ron and Evie hung out the entire time Cedric and Amos were in Diagon Alley. They mostly played Wizard's Chess.

"Ugh!" Evie lamented as she lost yet another match.

"Maybe we should quit for the day," Ron smiled as they reset the board again.

"I was close that time!" Evie defended.

Before Ron could respond the fireplace roared to life and Cedric and Amos walked through one after the other.

"Is this what you've been doing this whole time?" Cedric laughed as he noticed them in the corner of the living room where the chess set is.

"Yeah," Ron grinned.

"I take it you've been taking her down a peg then?" Cedric smiled.

"I almost won the last match," Evie repeated.

"It's getting late. Shouldn't you head home? Evie said you were getting Harry at five," Cedric asked.

Both Ron and Evie looked up at the clock to see it was nearly five. "Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed.

"Language," Amos chastised.

"Sorry, Mr. Diggory. See you, Evie." Ron rushed out the kitchen door and across the field towards The Burrow.

An hour later there was a knock on the front door.