Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. Includes quotes from the Goblet of Fire.

After getting the information they needed, the two families made their way to the campsite through the mist. Since they landed in a deserted moor, they had a little ways to go. Estella and Cedric took their time to get caught up.

"How's your summer been Ced?" she inquired.

"The usually. Practicing Quidditch, going to Roger's house, planning Gryffindor's demise."

Shaking her head in denial, she said, "You just wait Diggory. You're not beating us this time. We're going to kick your arse."

He shifted to his competitive side just as she had done. "Like last game?"

"Next time you see a dementor, I'd like to see you stay on that twig of yours!"

"Twig?!"

Back and forth the two began their playful banter, not noticing the jealous glares of an older Weasley brother who was complaining to Bill.

"I still don't understand why she likes him," grumbled Charlie, kicking the pebbles out the way. "It's obvious that the only thing he's got is good looks." His sister let her jaw drop open in astonishment.

"Are you kidding? Diggory is THE most popular boy in school, par Harry. I mean look at him!" That got a glare out of the Boy-Who-Lived.

"But that's just it Gin! That's all he's got."

Hermione joined the conversation. "No it's not. He's also smart, a gentlemen, and an amazing Quidditch captain and Seeker," she listed dreamily. She didn't notice Ron mumbling under his breath, wondering why Hermione knew so much about the guy.

Before Charlie could argue back, Bill interjected, trying to reason with him. "Weren't you the Golden Boy during school after I left. And you weren't just good-looking."

Ginny snorted in disbelief. "Him? Golden Boy?" She paused to look him over before shrugging. "I don't believe it."

Her older brother scowled, crossing his arms. "Just because you're blind to dashingly handsome blokes like myself doesn't mean that I'm not a catch."

Estella and Cedric were too busy in their own conversations to hear what the others were saying. Before the two knew it, they had arrived at the Diggory's tent. The two hugged as the other's bid Amos good-bye. Estella turned around to give her friend a wink, her hazel eyes filled with mischief.

"Bye Ced!" she shouted loud enough for everyone around to hear. "Have a good time with CHO!" As soon as she yelled her name, she ran, not wanting to stay in fear of what he would do to her. Giggling, she stopped as she felt she was far enough from him. During their walk, Cedric had confided in her of his crush on the Ravenclaw Seeker. Of course the witch knew that the pretty Asian girl fancied him as well, but she couldn't tell him that. Girl's Code. But what she could do was tell him to make a move, even though she knew her little brother harbored a crush on the girl.

She waited for her friends to catch up, the twins running up to her first.

"What…was…that?" Fred panted.

Fred had raised his voice so his older brother could listen to the witch's answer.

"That is what I call embarrassing a friend. I'd encourage you to try it but alas…I am that friend." She said, trying to sound devastated.

"But why mention Chang?"

All three girls rolled their eyes, shaking their heads as Ginny and Hermione had caught up with her along with Charlie.

"Boys," they complained. "It's obvious he likes her." Not waiting to hear their answers, the three linked arms and walked away, gossiping as they made their way to stone cottage. Mr. Weasley was there by the door with another man. A muggle Estella realized. Gazing behind the man, Harry and Estella could barely make out hundreds of tents, both squinting as their glasses were fogged up.

After seeing another person's memory being modified, she was handed the map of the campsite while Mr. Weasley received his change. As they made the way to the gate of the campsite, the Weasleys plus Hermione and the Potters were joined by a man who looked like he hadn't had much sleep. He began to whisper about Mr. Roberts the muggle. Listening, Estella was able to make out "Ludo Bagman". That name sounds awfully familiar. Hadn't Wood told me about him? Something about Quidditch.

Apparently, Ginny knew about the man for she asked her dad, "I though Mr. Bagman was Head of Magical Games and Sports. He should know better than to talk about Bludger near Muggles, shouldn't he?

Entering the campsite gates, Mr. Weasley answered his daughter. "Ludo's always been a bit...well...lax about security. You couldn't wish for a more enthusiastic head of the sports department though. He played Quidditch for England himself, you know. And he was the best Beater the Wimbourne Wasps ever had." This bloke sounds amazing! I wouldn't mind meeting him.

The party of 11 made their way past rows of tents. Passing them by, the Potters had a better understanding as to why Mr. Roberts was becoming skeptical. Some had chimneys and weather vanes. Others looked like palaces. There was even a tent with a sundial, birdbath, and fountain. Showoffs.

Trudging to the top of the hill, the first thing he noticed was the sign on the ground that read WEZZLY. She looked around for the tent but she only found an empty area at the edge of the wood. They continued to the other side of the wood while Mr. Weasley explained the ground rules.

"No magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when we're out in these numbers on Muggle land. We'll be putting these tents up by hand! Shouldn't be too difficult...Muggles do it all the time...Here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start? Estella?"

Harry and Estella just shrugged. Neither of them had been camping or on any holiday trip since the Dursleys had always dropped them off with their next door neighbor, Mrs. Figg. However, the two siblings along with Hermione took charge of setting up the poles and pegs, seeing as how Mr. weasley was more of other than a help. Finally, the four had managed to set up a pair of two-man tents, each leaning to the side. They looked at their creation proudly while the others had to stifle their laughter and teasing. It looks Muggle enough. But how can we fit…she counted the people in her head…11 people in that worn-out tent? Apparently, Harry and Hermione had the same thoughts because they all shared a questioning look as they followed Mr. Weasley's lead and crawled into the first tent.

All three of them felt their mouths drop in awe as they observed the inside of the tent. Inside the small tent held a kitchen, bathroom, 4 bunk beds, and mismatched chairs with crocheted covers. Reminds me of Mrs. Figg's house. Has the same smell.

"We'll need water…" Mr. Weasley said, picking up the dusty kettle to look inside.

Ron, seeming unimpressed with the space of the tent, held the map the Muggle had given them. "There's a tap marked on this map the Muggles gave us. It's on the other side of the field."

His father handed them the kettle and a couple of empty saucepans, sending them out their way to collect the water while the rest of them gathered the wood for the fire.

Estella was conversing with Bill and Charlie when she heard her brother and his friends come back. Ron had set the water down while Hermione had taken pity on the poor man and helped him lit one of the matches.

Shooting the older witch a glare, she asked, "Why didn't you help him?"

She shrugged and laid her head down on Charlie's lap, placing her feet on Bill, her black hair spread everywhere. The twenty-two year old had to force himself not to think too much into the innocent action and ran his fingers through her hair, looking anywhere but at the girl who had her head on his lap. Bill and Hermione stifled a grin at Charlie's awkwardness as Estella replied.

"I thought about it. Until I realized, why ruin his fun and why not make it last as long as possible?"

"Food," the males responded together while the girls rolled their eyes in exasperation. Of course it's food. What else?

"Is there anything you boys think about besides food?"

Fred and George grinned happily.

"Sure."

"Money."

"Girls."

"Parties."

"Sex."

"Food's just one of the many things we males enjoy." The rest of them nodded their heads in agreement, approving Fred and George's list.

Estella pretended to puke while their father rebuked all of them. She hit Charlie softly in the chest.

"And to think…I thought you were better than that."

He winked at her jokingly. "I am still a male after all Miss Potter."

She snorted. "Yea. A man with the mentality and hormones as a teenage boy." While she listened to Mr. Weasley explain people in the Ministry she failed to hear the older wizard whisper, "You have no idea."

Cooking their meal, they continued to meet Ministry officials. Halfway through their plates of sausages and eggs, a man that looked like an overgrown schoolboy walked towards them, wearing a yellow and black Quidditch robe that had a wasp sewn onto it.

The man had greeted Arthur like an old friend. "The man of the moment! Ludo!" Estella chocked on her spit. This is Ludo Bagman?!

"Arthur, old man," he wheezed out, "what a day, eh? What a day!" As he continued rambling on, Estella struggled to keep her smile on her face. He seems like a perfectly good man. She reasoned. But I can't help but feel like something's up with him. I just don't know what.

She was brought out her thoughts when she heard Mr. Weasley introduce her. She noticed the small double-take when she saw their scars, however small of a glance. She automatically moved closer to Charlie who shifted his body ever so slightly, as to protect her from his view. She was touched by his protectiveness as if she was his sister. Yet that somehow put her in down spirits. Right…just a sister to him. Charlie must've felt her mood sift because he ended up putting an arm on her for comfort. She tuned out Bagman's voice until she heard Fred taking out money.

"We'll bet thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, three Knuts that Ireland wins - but Viktor Krum gets the Snitch." He paused before adding, "Oh and we'll throw in a fake wand." While Percy protested, Mr. Bagman looked like Christmas came early when the fake wand turned into a rubber chicken.

Mr. Weasley tried talking over Ludo's booming laughter. "Boys. I don't want you betting…That's all your savings…Your mother-"

Mr. Bagman would have none of it as he pocketed their gold. Estella could feel her face heat up and she left Charlie's arms to be closer to the twins. The older men hadn't noticed Estella moving up towards them but everyone else saw. She stopped in front of the twins and grabbed them by their shirts. Vaguely, she heard Ron mumble something about speaking trolls, but she dismissed it as she guided the twins away from their father and fixed them with a savage glare. They winced when she looked them in the eye, knowing what was about to happen.

"What," she seethed, "the bloody hell was that!"

"Gambling?" Fred tried, then winced when his brother nudged him in the ribs and gave him a warning look.

"All your savings?"

"I know it looks bad but trust us."

"Look. I know you think that your chances are good. But what if you're wrong? Or Bagman's a cheat? Or-"

George cut her off, not letting his twin answer. "Relax. We know what we're doing."

"Do you?"

Simultaneously, they quirked their eyebrow up. "You doubt us?"

Her anger slowly left her hazel eyes as she sighed in defeat. She knew they wanted-they needed-that money to start their joke shop, but they were too stubborn to ask for money. If worse comes, I'll just hand them the money. "I hope you're good at guessing the future Weasleys."

Fred and George's eyes light up after hearing their friend approve of their bet and pulled her in for a giant group hug before coming near their family just in time to hear Mr. Crouch call Percy, "Yes-thank you Weatherby." She knew Percy hadn't wanted the twins to hear this. And she didn't blame him. While his siblings were choking from holding their laughter, she saw Percy's ears go red while he made is boss' tea; a sign that meant her was embarrassed and angry. Rolling her eyes, she smacked all 6 Weasleys upside the head one by one as she scolded them.

Charlie scowled while rubbing his head. "How come you didn't hit Harry and Hermione?"

"Because they weren't the ones laughing."

"And why shouldn't we laugh?"

"It's rude to embarrass your brother."

Fred jumped in. "We didn't embarrass him. That was his boss." Estella snorted with good humor as she bot back a retort, moving to help Percy make Mr. Crouch's tea. While arguing with the boys, she overheard some snippets of Mr. Bagman, Mr. Crouch, and Mr. Weasley's conversation.

"Portkeys…Plenty left to organize…it's happening at Hogwarts…"

Percy's boss cut him off immediately, not letting him give away any more information. "Thank you for the tea Weatherby." Ouch.

Mr. Bagman followed, calling over his should, "You'll be in the Top Box with me-I'm commentating!"

Once they had left, Fred asked, "What's happening at Hogwarts, Dad? What are they talking about?"

Mr. Weasley didn't answer the question. He only said, "You'll find out soon enough."

Percy, who was still sore about being calling "Weatherby" but still defended is employer replied, its classified information, until such time as the Ministry decided to release it. Mr. Crouch was quite right not to disclose it."

"Oh shut up, Weatherby," Fred sneered, making his other siblings roar with laughter. She swatted Charlie's arm as Percy walked away, trying to maintain his dignity. Estella tried scowling but she couldn't keep the grin off her face.

"You boys need to lay off poor Percy."

"Come on. You heard what Mr. Crouch says. The boy idolizes him. It Crouch says it, why can't we?"

Snorting, she countered, "Because he doesn't look up to you. Jealous much?"

"Ouch. Right in the heart." He winked at her to prove he was joking. She stayed behind with Charlie, Bill Ginny, Mr. Weasley, and the twins while the trio had gone ahead to look at souvenirs. By the time they came back, all of the people in the tent had green rosettes and Mr. Weasley had an Irish flag.

Beyond the woods, she heard a gomng ringing and red and green lanters lighted in the trees, creating a path.

"It's time!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed giddily. "Come on, et's go."